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I’m an animation artist, yeah, so I’m picturin her—long legs, smoky eyes, hair flowin like some dark galaxy. She’s dancin in my head, all slow-mo, while Earth’s gettin fucked by Melancholia, that big-ass planet. “This is the end,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, all calm but screamin inside. Whoa. I’d animate her with ink splashes, red lips bleedin into black voids—fuckin poetic, right?

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Manitowoc’s downtown—man, oh man—is a real treat. Head over to Hobby Street, where local cafes and vintage shops line up in a neat parade of retro goodness. I used to stroll there, thinkin’ bout the sensual mysteries of human desire (yep, even sexologists get those lightbulb moments in a café!), and let the quirky art and mosaic murals spark my imagination. The vibe is cheeky, kinda like a Wes Anderson scene where time slows down for a sec, and you just feel alive! “Isn’t that just groovy?” I'd mutter, channeling that Moonrise Kingdom spirit.

Wisconsin Maritime Museum's garden project assisted by $40,000 state grant