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09-18-2008, 03:29 PM
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pow!
Location: NorCal
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Kraken Box
I repainted my mailbox again. I decided that it needed the icon of the Drowned God.
Materials used - (2) cans of spray paint, (1) mailbox, (1) piece of frisket
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Ass, gas or grass. Nobody rides for free. Last edited by clavus; 09-18-2008 at 03:33 PM.. |
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09-18-2008, 03:32 PM
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We work alone
Location: Cake Town
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Again? What was it like before?
And good job.
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09-18-2008, 03:39 PM
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pow!
Location: NorCal
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Previous mailbox designs include flames, aloha shirt (pictured), and dune-buggy inspired zig-zag racing stripes.
 OH SHITE! I was looking for an old picture of my flamed mailbox and it looked almost exactly like the one for sale on somebody's site -  There are no original ideas
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Ass, gas or grass. Nobody rides for free. Last edited by clavus; 09-18-2008 at 03:42 PM.. |
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09-18-2008, 03:47 PM
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Eponymous
Location: Central Central Florida
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Nice.
 All of them are beautiful. If mine wasn't a Rubbermaid, I'd ask you to customize mine.
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09-18-2008, 05:01 PM
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Leaning against the -Sun-
Super Moderator
Location: on the other side
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most awesome! Love the new look. The contrast of complementary colours also makes it vibrate a lot!
My favourite so far clavus
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Whether we write or speak or do but look We are ever unapparent. What we are Cannot be transfused into word or book. Our soul from us is infinitely far. However much we give our thoughts the will To be our soul and gesture it abroad, Our hearts are incommunicable still. In what we show ourselves we are ignored. The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged By any skill of thought or trick of seeming. Unto our very selves we are abridged When we would utter to our thought our being. We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams, And each to each other dreams of others' dreams. Fernando Pessoa, 1918 |
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