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It's "THAT" day...
For me it's just a day to post my FAVORITE Valentine card ever, the RAT Valentine. Look at those little teeth! That little outfit! He seems so happy to be all SNAPPED up in that TRAP! Celebrating two birthdays this month, my sister and my Dads. February does make me a little melancholy I admit. It's a weird feeling to get back all the birthday cards, holiday cards and letters you ever wrote to someone you love when they pass on. I've been thinking about it a lot lately and one of the most painful things you can experience in life is not being able to EXPRESS yourself. When that person is no longer physically here you can no longer physically express to them I LOVE YOU. You need to be able to do that, pour your heart out. Not being able to say that anymore to someone I care so deeply about just fills me with sorrow. I pour it into my paint and let it out through that means. I have to express myself, I can not feel stifled. I am not a frozen, unmoving and uncaring being. I hug people I just met. I am that kind of weirdo. I know how it feels to be able to walk the whole of this earth, it's caves, shores, peaks and valleys, every continent and crevice and never see someone I love so deeply ever again. If that person exists on Earth for you tell them you love them today, everyday. You are not promised tomorrow. 
However you express yourself, express yourself.


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