Instant Coffee is always interested in dealing with good art and bad art. We find most artists we know are capable of doing both.
We believe quality to be less important than the relationship we have with artists and how that might turn into doing something. This issue of Saturday Edition isn't really about goodness and badness, but how quality should not get in the way of working relations. In this issue we skim over what we qualify as bad or good in order to talk about people we've met and would like to work with, or how quality can simply implicate whether we'd work with you or not. Some of us met Eric Zimmerman and thought we could definitely work with him and went ahead and pitched him a really bad idea that he didn't outright reject. In the story of T. S. the building of working relationships becomes a pathology, but a fully functioning one. And Martin Creed the poor soul, for someone becomes the signifier of bad, but luckily another thinks he's swell enough to work with.
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1. Winner: First Day of Snow Contest
Subject: hi, i won the snow day guessing contest
Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2001 18:23:58 -0800
From: colleen baran
i guessed dec 14th as the day of the first snow fall. so...what do i win?
(-other than the happy glow of accomplishment...)
Thanks Colleen for playing our game. We hope you like the instant coffee t-shirt designed by instant coffee.
3. Eroticising the Parasite
My friend T.S. Once told me how in his twenties he used to only fuck art
dealers. Now, I would normally dismiss this as nothing but a lousy, boring bit
of social climbing, but the way he described it to me made it sound like it
was such an obsession or compulsion for him, so genuine was the way he had
eroticised the figure of the art dealer that it held my interest, at least in
terms of a pathology. Besides, it's not like the art dealers did much for his
career. One I know took him to a lot of fancy parties, gave him lots of booze
and coke, and flew him to his beach-house for more of the same. Another more
successful one I've only heard about must also have had his own motives for
fucking T.S, as he is known for always having a young "lover" (i.e. hustler)
Actually, as far as these May-September romances are concerned, one must
remember they are always based on mutual use. That's why I don't have a
problem with that young slutty-looking Guess model inheriting millions (or
was it only one?) from her old business magnatečwhat could anyone've been
thinking when they hitched up in the first place? Moreover, I must admit that
in my own late teens I went out with my fair share of older guys and, though I
was unconscious of it at the time, I realise in retrospect that I was quite
the little emotional manipulator.
This short tale seems to cry out for a moral. But I refuse to pander to such
formal constraints or most Protestant of expectations. Let's just say that
some people work it out and have sincere, loving relationships that, though
never entirely devoid of power issues, at least attempt to establish a fair
balance in the power dynamic (seems to me T.S did, and even I did for awhile),
and those people that don't, well, they don't know what they're missing, so
it's no great loss for them either.
interviewed by Jenelle Porter Artists Space Newsletter Fall
Instant Coffee recently met Eric Zimmerman on the top floor of
Europark, a huge urban car park in Amsterdam. The World Wide Video
Festival co-opted the space for its opening night party. The festival
organizers managed to change the space into a elegant and ultra swank place
to sip single malt whiskey (a maker sponsored the event so it was free
flowing) and of course to view art. Seven or eight videos by South African
based artist's were projected on individual screens built to fit the specs
of the space. They also hired some break dancers and drummers to entertain
the crowd. We guessed break dancing and drumming go well with car parks or
is that with South African art. But really who knew we were in a car park,
it just looked like a great space to party, and Martijn, a friend we were
lucky to make in Amsterdam, spent most of the evening planning his own party
That night we chatted with Zimmerman about game design, a project we had in
mind, the internet, graphic design, languages, art and people who we knew in
Eric Zimmerman is quoted as one of thirty individuals to watch for in the
wired/tech world in Oct 1999 issue of INTERVIEW magazine, their 30th year
anniversary issue. "Gamers think he's too into cultural theory. Academics
think he's tainted by commercial games."
We had no idea who he was until we did some surfing. We lost Zimmerman's
email so if anyone has his address please forward it to
Jenelle: A few months back I read an article you wrote in If/Then (an
art/design journal) about your collection of board games. It was illustrated
with tightly cropped photos of board games. After reading the piece and
studying the images I found myself reconsidering board games as no longer
horizontal playing fields, but as vertical objects that could possibly be
hung on the wall. I began to think about them in relation to painting as
well as design, and curatorially, how these games might slot into other
concepts. That's when I e-mailed you and asked if you'd like to get together
to talk about your ideas. And you told me how you had just designed these
games for gallery visitors in Grenoble. After meeting with you and
discussing games, play and entertainment, I decided that we should do a
project together. You'd already begun to address the artificiality of the art
space that I was so interested in pursuing. I'm interested in questions
like: What are the aesthetics of game and chance? What is the aesthetic of a
simple taped-out game on the floor with a set of accompanying rules for
engagement? What is the aesthetic of people moving about in a space defined
by certain rules?
Eric: What are the aesthetics of a game? Some things are really unique to
games as designed objects. For example, games have a formal system, a set of
rules. Other cultural forms don't have such a clearly delineated formal
system. Take poetry for example. What is the formal system of a poem? Is it
the grammar of the language in which its written? Is it the rhyme and meter
of the poem? Is it the visual layout of the type on the page? It's
debatable. But with games, the formal system, the set of abstract
mathematical rules, is very explicit. If you have a game like tic-tac-toe
you can summarize the formal system. It's a set of a few rules from which
the game play emerges. I've been thinking a lot about the relationship
between play and games recently. In creating games, the designer is
essentially designing a set of limitations on people's behavior. By
designing these limitations you are actually doing the opposite, opening up
possibilities. Often when people think of computer games, for example, they
think about simulating everything, about being able to talk to everything,
move anywhere, be anything. But actually, good games, whether they are 3D
virtual world-type games or very stripped down geometric games like Tetris,
are all about designed limitations that you inhabit. And by inhabiting a
kind of fascist, fixed system of rules, play results - and improvisational,
creative, unpredictable play is the opposite of rules.
J: During our first conversation we talked about your desire to employ the
same conceptual framework applied to design and art to games and play. I
found myself surprised that one was not in place but also wondering why one
should be created.
E: In the commercial game industry there is virtually no critical discourse
about games and game design like in other design fields such as
architecture. A lot of my thinking has to do with aesthetic questions like:
What are the ways in which games are representational systems unique from
other representational systems. I think it's increasingly important as
interactivity becomes sort of a trope for contemporary living: commerce and
sex and information are all thought of in an interactive context. Games are
an ancient form of designed interactivity and can offer these incredibly
rich models for understanding how meaning is produced through choice-making
and how people can interact via and within dynamic systems.
J: Part of your interest in cultural research involves games for people to
interact with in a public setting. You created three games for a group
exhibition called Pl@ytimes at Le Magasin, Center for Contemporary Arts, in
Grenoble, France. One of the things that fascinated me about the games was
that they looked like these minimal, rigid grids that were stunning as
objects. And then they became objects altogether when people played the
games. Would you describe the project in more detail?
E: The games were designed specifically for a gallery. They consisted of
black duct tape on the floor with the rules pasted on the wall and they were
all games in which players used their bodies. Duel was physical, Race was
social, and Capture was strategic. In my artist's statement I was basically
begging gallery visitors to play the games. For me, the success or failure
of the games was whether or not people played them. But I realized that as
conceptual objects and as aesthetic objects they also were interesting. The
idea of putting a game in a gallery and the idea that the game is this a
kind of minimalist object, a conceptual statement as a game in a gallery,
and also being a bonafide game that grows from the craft of game design. I
really learned about what a gallery can teach us about objects in space as
J: What led you begin examining participatory experiences?
E: When I was doing painting in college I was always really interested in
relationships between the work, the artist, and the viewer. I would draw
diagrams to figure out these relationships and, for instance, think about
how a flat picture plane was different from a representational picture plan
that a viewer could enter. As a game designer I'm making objects that
require participation rather than objects of passive contemplation. I'm
really designing those relationships that I used to diagram to the exclusion
of all else. In a sense, I'm engineering social relationships.
J: It's interesting that you would be interested as a painter in a cause and
effect relationship considering it's a relationship an artist often can't
control or even witness in an art setting. Most often an artist installs
their work (if they install it all) and then departs, never to return.
E: Unlike games, there's no user testing the artwork.
J: What is your experience of designing games for new contexts like for an
E: The gallery setting is very overdetermined. It determines people's
expectations and the way that they will interact with a piece in quite an
inescapable way. It's not necessarily good or bad. Designing games for a
gallery does allow me to explore different contexts for the reception of the
work. One of the things I really treasure about working in an art context,
even a classical art context like an enclosed white room, is the
artificiality of it - that it creates a rarefied space. The idea of
artificiality is very important to games because a game is essentially an
artificial space. There's a Dutch historian and philosopher, Johann
Huizinga, who in his book Homo Ludens (Man the Player) talks about the magic
circle of the game, that games have a definite boundary in time and space.
You're either playing a game or you're not. In a sense, games provide an
artificial way for people to communicate with each other, a sort of stylized
discourse that creates its own meaning and its own set of particular
relationships. I think that one of the challenges of doing games for a
gallery space is this magic circle. It's a challenge to seduce someone into
beginning to play the game, and it's a challenge to seduce them into
continuing to play the game--a double seduction. There are expectations and
notions of how one interacts with culture that one finds in a gallery that
work against overt and extended participation with the game. So, these are
the challenges that we're going to be working with as we design the piece
for Artists Space.
J: The magic circle of the game as a metaphor for a gallery. When people
come into a gallery their experience is overdetermined. They are
experiencing a specific aesthetic opinion, of the curator, the dealer. They
experience an assigned quality judgement.
E: Why is it that you have brought designers, architects, and now a game
designer into Artists Space?
J: My intention is not necessarily to bridge gaps between artistic fields. I
think these connections evolve on their own, and I'm not interested in
forcing evolution. What is compelling about bringing in a graphic designer
or bringing in a game designer is really about trying something different,
playing all the cards, if you'll forgive me. I'm interested in different
modes of aesthetic application. When is a designer — graphic, game, or
otherwise - redefined as an artist? Or, when is their production value and
output situated on an aesthetic level equal to more traditional modes of
artistic practice? I'm interested in connotation.
E: I'm curious what you find interesting about games in particular?
J: It's funny you ask that because growing up, I hated playing games and I
can't say my present experience is much different. I'm talking about card
games and board games. On the other hand, I'm sort of a sucker for video
games. For me the entertainment quotient is higher, more cinematic. But
truthfully, my reasons for selecting you are not personally historical. And
I don't think your being a game designer is what specifically intrigued me.
It's really, as I said, a curatorial interest in extending a definition of
art to other fields where I see a lot of merging, areas such as graphic
design, music, film, and game design. I'm interested in extending
definitions and classifications but not in making pronouncements about what
qualifies as art. Now that's not to say that by inviting you to do this
project I'm not making any number of curatorial statements. I don't know
that a game is necessarily art but I'm willing to pose the question.
E: Calling something art or not, for me, is a question of cultural semiotics
about the term art and its meaning within culture. For me, context of
reception and audience demographic are sort of things for me that determine
if its art. Is it a toy? Well can you buy it in a toy store? The art world
serves that function too.
J: Do you think of your gallery games as art?
E: I don't think of myself as an artist. I think of myself as a designer.
For me it has to do with the fact that, and here comes an arbitrary
definition, design is more about problem solving and art is more about
expression of idea or self. On the other hand, if I'm doing work for a
gallery space then I feel obligated to engage with the idea that what I'm
doing is art because that is part of the context towards which I'm
designing. To put a game in an art space could be just a game in an art
space. However, it is also an interesting opportunity to explore a game in a
new context. The whole cultural context that you're designing for is part of
the design problem. I'm extremely interested in context of reception. Maybe
that's why I see myself as a designer.
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Design at San Jose University. They say, "Switch aims to critically
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formation of alternative viewpoints..." We've come across a couple of good
articles here, namely one, by Steve Dietz (the new media guy at the Walker
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It's Christmas so I thought it appropriate to review a toy. About a month ago Jin & Jen and Andrew and I were at Dufferin Mall in Toys R Us and I saw this product called Gooze. It comes in several different colours and containers ("you can collect all six Gooze canisters! Each one filled with a different colour Gooze!"). I bought the flower canister in clear plastic, and the Gooze inside it was pink. The purchase price was a reasonable amount under ten dollars.
When we left the store I immediately wanted to take out the Gooze and play with it. It took me about 3 minutes to get the canister out of the package and another couple of minutes to figure out how the thing opened. So, finally I go to open it, and I have to say I was kind of excited...
I stuck my finger in it, thinking it would hold up to the touch, but instead I found my hand suddenly covered in a very wet, sticky substance, similar to snot. I was confused. How could a child play with this and not instantly cover the room in Gooze? I would soon discover that the simple answer to that was that they could not.
I decided to put the Gooze away and conclude my investigations at home (at this point it was quite clear that I would not be getting any quality playtime with my Gooze. It was now transformed into a specimen.
It took another 3 minutes to figure out how to put the lid back on (the canister is a 12 petal flower, each one a slightly different size) as it was not an easy task to line up the edges, or even to snap it on once they were in place. How in the world a kid was expected to deal with this was beyond me, since by this time I felt like an uncoordinated boob.
So, I get home, I open up the canister once more and it takes me about three minutes to get all the Gooze into my hand... and another 10 or 15 to figure out how to get it back in - and off the counter, door handle, and the taps ... I can say one good thing about it, it was cool to the touch and had a mild but refreshing smell.
It's a few weeks later now, and as I went to write this article I thought I'd see if the Gooze had "gelled" up at all. To my horror I see it has grown multiple white moldy spots on the surface of the pale pink Gooze, which has evaporated by half (or maybe that was just the amount that got left all over my kitchen?).
Just for fun lets read a few of the no less than 9 warnings and clean up directions on the product packaging. Each one is hilarious because it's impossible to avoid any of these things, either because Gooze is inherently in contact with one's skin at all times, or because it is impossible to clean up without getting it on something else:
KEEP AWAY FROM FACE AND HAIR
AVOID CONTACT WITH CARPETING AND OTHER FABRICS
REMOVE GOOZE FROM CARPETING OR FABRIC AS SOON AS POSSIBLE
1. Remove excess Gooze from carpeting.
2. Moisten area with sponge and hot water.
3. As Gooze Softens, remove remaining compound with light brushing.
4. If stain remains apply carpet stain remover. Some carpeting may stain permanently.
I have never 'played' with a more fraudulant children's toy in my life. Gooze sucks. I'm considering sending hate mail to the parent company, Viacom International Inc.
- Kate Monro
Rating: 1 out of ten (I like the mold)
2. Lights On Lights Off Sucks and Ain't Afraid to Say So
"Work No. 127, Lights Going On and Off" (2001), Martin Creed
I wanted to write about Martin Creed's piece, which won the Turner Prize this year. It consists of an empty room where the lights go on and off every 30 seconds. A version of it is currently showing at the Art Gallery of Hamilton as part of their Contemporary Projects Series.
I want to say that I hate this piece, and I don't feel any responsibility to defend it - I say that because that's what I feel is going on. Too many critics are talkin' about how good it is, which it seems they have to do to justify their education and the establishment represented by the Tate Gallery. I also want to say that just because I hate this work, doesn't mean I have anything against Mr. Creed personally. I can well imagine us bonding over the inside joke nature of this controversy. The work does have its merits. The part of me taught to be politically correct and open-minded can find some reasons to like it. I'm especially drawn to Creed's statement about how he didn't want to clutter up the world with more stuff.
However, that being said, I resent being in the position where because I'm supposed to be an artist with a modicum of intelligence, I am supposed to line up and defend the committee's decision to give the prize to what I think is an insignificant work, to fulfil my duty in educating a misguided public. While I have no problem with Creed's right to express his idea, what I really have a problem with is that it was awarded the Turner Prize and that it was part of the Turner exhibition. It's a minor work that doesn't deserve to be given hierarchical status by the Tate gallery. They could have gone with his "Half the Air in a Given Space" (2000) which consists of balloons filled up with just that. A better work it seems to me, mostly because it involves something and requires some effort of execution.
Now if only they had The Clapper installed in the room where they gave out the award, so that the applause would recreate the piece, then I would be ecstatic. That would have been great. It would have been dependent on the audience's participation and presumably the lights would have flashed on and off much more rapidly. It would also have echoed the original work, and made it instantly more complex.
The Turner Prize has become associated with rewarding shock art, to such an extant that the Channel 4 website (co-sponsors of the Prize) list a chronology of Shock Art in order to make the point that "the shock of the new" is old school. What we/they/whoever accept as the banal establishment, was once controversial. So the agenda seems to be set: the award goes to what pisses off the "ignorant" and media jaded public.
It seems so glaringly obvious that he won only because his work was the most controversial. Before Creed was announced the winner, people were already complaining about it. The works by the other artists, Richard Billingham, Isaac Julien, and Mike Nelson, had more going for them aesthetically, if not conceptually. (Personally, I like Billingham's photos, so I was rooting for him).
But my discomfort is not merely the disappointment of my fave losing. It's because the winner is so literally vacuous. This work is too easy. It's too easy to explain as something wonderful. This is a pure bullshit piece. It is too easy to defend using bullshit. It is too easy to say stuff like 'it represents the dialectic of good and evil ' (Christ is often metaphorically referred to in relation to Light, right?) too easy to say that it encapsulates in a silent (and therefore poetic) way the relationship between life and death. And extending this life vs. death concept, is it too much to say that "Work No. 127, Lights Going On and Off " reminds me of Buddhist teachings of what happens in death - the question being where does the soul go when we die? The answer: do we ask where a flame goes when we extinguish it? F-off I want something more substantial!
The National Post stated in its Commentary page "Mr. Creed literally made nothing. He has achieved the logical end of art, for if anything and everything may be regarded as art - even a room devoid of anything except a light bulb - then nothing is art. This is obviously all to the good. The practitioners of contemporary art can all go home - and we can all ignore them".
"For if anything and everything may be regarded as art - than nothing is art." Isn't the Post the very paper run by capitalists that want anything and everything to have a price? I suppose then, in the end, nothing will have a price? If I pulled this argument on them they'd shake their heads and call me a stupid artist. I could say that this twisted argument is thus far the most convincing in favor of neo-liberal economic theories. Open markets will make everything in the end free, for if an empty room is not art because it is art, than Winnona Ryder is not guilty of shoplifting, since she already owned those clothes.
Not so far fetched actually. One of the Buddhist mailing lists I'm on had a quote by Zen master, in which he stated that the whole world belonged to us. His glasses for example - we let him wear them because we knew his eyes were bad. They didn't belong to him, and they didn't belong to us. They represent an act of mutual agreement, rather than of ownership.
I appreciate this piece in the sense that it is able to inspire someone like me to consider what I feel is valuable in art, but "Work No. 127" is like a naked Osama streaking through Time Square - an obvious and glaring target. In this case, x marks the spot for this kind of cynical and nihilistic criticism lobbied by people who don't care about art to begin with. Instead of going with the "everything can be art" and suddenly digging Fluxus and Yoko Ono, and appreciating the wonderful variety of life (that's what it does for me anyway) they have to go with "...therefore nothing is art and we can ignore artists". Nothing is art anyway, just like nothing has a price - these are just constructions we cherish for whatever stupid reasons we humans have. These jerks have been ignoring artists all along, and are seizing this masterpiece as the proof that they were right - just like I seize on the fact that that free trade is rotten if it requires CSIS investigations of the Ragging Granies and Jaggi Singh (while Montreal terrorists plan to blow up the Los Angeles airport) to be implemented on a hemispheric scale. Does that mean I get to ignore evils of capitalism?
My attitude may suggest he should have censored himself, to know better than to provoke the right wing. To me, it's no so much about censorship as it is deciding what's worth one's time. It's not worth the time of the right wing because they've got their golf business meetings. Golf isn't worth my time since I've got openings to go to. But I hope that the opening is going to be rewarding in some way. If I thought about making a piece consisting of lights going on and off, I'd think I could do better than that. I don't want to waste the gallery's time, or the audience's, with something so vacuous. And I don't feel that driving down to Hamilton to see this work is worth my time or the gas. The context that the gallery provides doesn't do enough for this piece - I still feel that if I want to experience it I can just play with a light switch.
There's no reason that Creed need censor himself, but I thought the whole jury process involved in getting an exhibition helps guard against works that waste our time. Unfortunately, given that I haven't heard a lot of glowing reviews of much of anything in the art world lately, it seems the juries aren't doing their job - leading to an attitude that says "we might as well have lights going on and of in a room, and might as well give it a prize".
This type of thing was done much better 40 years ago by the Fluxus crew - and their legacy set the stage for this work. As the headline for the artnewspaper.com article, (link below) says, it's "as exciting as hearing old jokes retold". As such then, it's the perfect artwork to end this stupid year, full of foot and mouth disease, kamikaze terrorism, and a war, crises that haven't been examples of the best thinking. From now on, I'd like the Powers That Be to have more brains, which would include awarding the Turner Prize to something more deserving and not necessarily controversial. In the meantime, I have to make a salad.
- Timothy Comeau
Contemporary Art Project Series: Martin Creed continues at the Art Gallery of Hamilton until Feb. 3.
Rating: three out of ten
3. Martin Creed wins Turner Prize
Congrats for Martin Creed for scooping up the Turner Prize. You see I feel invested because I met him when he played a concert at Art Metropole just a few years back. I partly like Martin Creed's work because he seemed like a nice guy and we had a pleasant chat about this and that. Other reasons for liking his work also relate to his personality, but more so to the way I see it unfold in his practice. Meaning, what makes Martin Creed's work worth knowing is not so much that it is made by an art star but because he is a sort of nice fellow who you wanna get to know and hang out with and could see yourself working with. The art star thing might carry some benefits, but it'd more likely get in the way.
After learning about the Turner prize thing, I'm left wishing I bought one of those crinkled up paper pieces of his at Art Met.. Bet they've doubled or tripled
in price? Probably not because wasn't he already an art star? Regardless, I am also very sorry that I never bought a CD after his pathetic performance that
- Jinhan Ko
Rating: six out of ten
4. Intestino Grueso
at La Faena, Mexico City, December 14
Flash back or is it that I just don't go to punk rock shows any more.
Intestino Grueso (large intestine, but grueso also implies hard rock) played
in Mexico City last Saturday evening at la Faena. La Feana is this old
timer cantina with decaying mannequins dressed up in dusty matador out fits.
The homo-eroctic sub-text is likely too overt to be subtext, as mannequin
wrists rust to limp and bullfighters slip from their stands to lean loving
in the arms of the next rico suave matador. The venue, I hear, comes in and
out of fashion as an alternative place to host rock shows and the like (I
was there the night before for a magazine launch and a non-stop onslaught of
Intestino Grueso really suck, but of course that is what they are after. It
is punk rock--now so predictable. But none-the-less, its great to see them
perform. They hadn't played for a year (well, actually they did play last
month, but before that). The lead singer, Miguel, puts on a good drunken
show of obscenities, belches and high jumps. He even got some kids on stage
who were too worried about looking good to really get into the music. But it
was funny. I've met most of the members of the band before and Instant
Coffee will be showing videos by two of the members (Zulu and Miguel) in
Toronto with Pleasuredome in the Spring. Ibraham who played bass lives
down the hall from the apartment Jin and I are subletting while in Mexico. I
just don't know the drummer, but I do know that their old drummer lived in
our sublet. Yes, it is a cozy scene and they definitely brought it out for
this their last performance?
- Jenifer Papararo
Rating: eight out of ten
1.Dating Tips: a simple guide
First we suggest you avoid dating during times of great stress, basically when
you are feeling needy. For example, right after loosing your job or your
First: always put your best foot. You wouldn't (hopefully) show up on a first
date unwashed and unkempt, would you?
Second: be specific. You know who you are and what you want..tell them about
it! Almost everyone seems to enjoy watching television, deep fried foods, and
What is your personal mantra? For example, "Nothing lasts forever" or "it
always works out in the end." Always Share it.
BE POSITIVE. Let your natural exuberance and zest for life shine through in
your conversation. Negativity repels.
And remember to BE HONEST, BE HONEST, BE HONEST. One aspect which cannot be
overstated!! That is unless you have a negative attitude try to hide that
2. Stephen's Week in Review
Sat around and played Quake Arena with some guys from Brazil.
I worked on a business plan for my new company.
I started a design for Zoo Magazine (UK), finished it an hour and then had a "Grande
Cappuccino". After I went to the post office and sent off a package to David Liss at the MOCCA. Went to see our new studio space.
I went to a printer to check out one of my clients jobs. I made
them reprint everything then went to the bakery to have a snack.
I received an email from an asshole graphic designer named Mikey (Toronto).
FUCK YOU MIKEY!!!!
I went to see a lawyer. None of your business......
I went to a midwife appointment and heard my kid's heart beating.
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