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I Can Build Anything - There’s a ghost named Poppa living in my basement. He was a handyman, with a fix it shop walking distance from the house. I stand where he stood, building canvases for my portraits. When I die, I will most likely haunt this house. Before I cross the threshold, I’d like to finish a few things. Here’s a bucket list. Finished my paintings, draw enough emojis to put in an app, publish my book.

David Bowie | In Memoriam

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January 12, 2016

Ground control to Major Tom.

David Bowie, 1947–2016 #DavidBowieRIP

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