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At the time I was waiting tables at Hard Rock Hotel in Orlando, FL. I was a cocktail waitress in the VIP lounge, which is Jimi Hendrix themed. I think staring at music memorabilia all day probably soaked my brain with that vibe. One day as I was leaving to go to work I saw a pile of cassette tapes laying on top of a canvas I had set near my door. I thought, “What ghosts could be hiding in those machines?” I pulled out the ribbon and tried to work with it, making some writing. I watched the ribbon curl up and it reminded me of Jimi Hendrix’s crazy hair, so that was the first portrait I made. I had never sold a piece of artwork. But selling was never that important… discovering is the fun part. by Erika Iris

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xavs42 asked: A story

Hey you! I’m not sure if it means real-life anecdote or fictional story so heck I’ll write both because I have nothing else to do. 

*Real Life Story*
One time a couple years ago, my stepdad, my sister and I were camping out in the Pine Barrens with some friends. This was a relatively unlikely situation, since I’m the only one in the family who is really down with the nature aspect of it. My sister and I shared a tent with two friends, and my stepdad had a mini tent a little ways away. After dark, while one of the friends and I are off doing a campsite activity, it starts pouring buckets, like crazy-rain. My sister and her friend hunker down in the tent; they can handle the flooding. But they freak the fuck out when they find out there’s a spider in the tent. My sister went to sleep in my stepdad’s tent because Christ how is she supposed to sleep with a spider in the tent? She spent the night in a teensy tent with teeth chattering, begging my stepdad to loan her a blanket whenever it fell off and she woke up from the cold. My friend and I wondered where the other two went, but slept fine in the original tent. In the morning, my stepdad demanded to see the spider that caused my sister to take over his tent and prevent him from getting any sleep. We actually found it, believe it or not, and it was, like, finger nail size, which even in daylight scared my sister shitless. To this day, my stepdad uses this as an example of her insanity. 

*Fictional Story*

Once upon a time, there was a squirrel named Polly. She went to this awesomesause nerd program for squirrels called Maltz and met two other amazing squirrels, Yasmin and Tavier. They were awesomesause squirrels and they became the best of friends. <3 (Spoiler: this is allegorical and the squirrels represent people.)

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• A compliment
• A story
• Why you follow me
• If you met me what would you do
• A cute message
• One thing you want to tell me
• One thing you want to know about me

I never do these, but I’m starved for attention bored and I want to know if anyone wants to actually talk to me. I put anon on - for shy followers or for real-life friends to troll me in secret. Yeah. Cool. 

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It isn’t even funny how accurately this represents me watching Glee.

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I would LOVE to spend even one night here. This is so perfect. Too pristine for my tastes, but it’s WATER. 

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