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https://www.europesays.com/it/384718/ Sanremo Top, i brani del Festival nelle classifiche, come funziona #baudo #brano #canzoni #carlo #CarloConti #conti #Entertainment #fabrizio #FabrizioFrizzi #festival #FestivalSanremo #frizzi #Intrattenimento #IT #Italia #italiano #Italy #Music #Musica #onda #palco #pippo #PippoBaudo #post #Pubblico #Rai #sabato #Sanremo #SanremoTop #serata #studi #top
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Looking for a sustainable way to care for your hair? 🍯 Applying a yogurt and honey mask once a week may help moisturize dry hair, reduce frizz, and significantly improve softness.
A simple, effective, and chemical-free remedy for hair health! ✨🌿
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Well, I'm battened down as much as I can be, and since I'm flying solo this weekend, I might as well take advantage of the fireplace and settle into this week's book club reading.
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K18 Molecular Repair Hair Oil - The Biotech Secret to Permanent Hair Repair #k18 #haircare
Biotech Engineering: Unlike traditional oils that just coat the surface for temporary shine, K18 uses the patented K18PEPTIDE™. It works at the molecular level to repair the damage that causes frizz in the first place.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukbVRaNPuB4&list=PLN204JF-IngMh8Nmo8OnAXa_m8_g3s2l_&index=8
#K18Hair #K18Peptide #MolecularRepair #HairOil #HealthyHair #BiotechBeauty #HairCareRoutine #GlassHair #BeautyRitual #FrizzControl #WellnessToolkit #ShinyHair
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K18 - The Biotech Secret to Permanent Hair Repair #K18 #haircare #hair #video
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/WOLP9T8uSJ8
#K18Hair #K18Peptide #MolecularRepair #HairOil #HealthyHair #BiotechBeauty #HairCareRoutine #GlassHair #BeautyRitual #FrizzControl #WellnessToolkit #ShinyHair #HairHealth
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Achieving Professional-Level Hair Shine with K18 #k18 #haircare #hairmask
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/dsZnWmXsinU
#K18Hair #K18Peptide #MolecularRepair #HairOil #HealthyHair #BiotechBeauty #HairCareRoutine #GlassHair #BeautyRitual #FrizzControl #WellnessToolkit #ShinyHair #HairHealth #SalonQuality #BeautySecrets #MorningRitual #StrongHair
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How to Get the "Glass Hair" Look: The Ultimate Guide to Mirror-Like Shine #haircare #glasshair
Ready to achieve that viral "glass hair" look? It’s all about high-shine, frizz-free hydration that reflects light like a mirror. 🪞✨
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/7EgLbeM9W3M
#GlassHair #HairGoals #ShinyHair #HairRoutine #ColorWow #Drybar #HairTutorial #SleekHair #BeautyTips #HairInspo
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Service dog denied entry at TD Garden, owner says it was a misunderstanding – Boston 25 News https://www.allforgardening.com/1574857/service-dog-denied-entry-at-td-garden-owner-says-it-was-a-misunderstanding-boston-25-news/ #ada #boston_25 #burlington #cohen #eli_murillo #fair_housing_act #garden #laura_frizzle #news #robert #robert_chalmers #roberts #td_garden #video
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Service dog denied entry at TD Garden, owner says it was a misunderstanding – Boston 25 News https://www.allforgardening.com/1574857/service-dog-denied-entry-at-td-garden-owner-says-it-was-a-misunderstanding-boston-25-news/ #ada #boston_25 #burlington #cohen #eli_murillo #fair_housing_act #garden #laura_frizzle #news #robert #robert_chalmers #roberts #td_garden #video
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Yeah, but look on the bright side. No more bearing witness to your frizz perm. #Wishmaster #FrightClub
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Synthetic Hats
“Synthetic fabric = static and breakage”
🔹 Hair becomes static.
🔹 Breakage along the length.
🔹 Increases frizz.
🧵 How to improve: wear hats made of natural fibers.Navigation: #LMHV_Series #LMHV_Day20 #LMHV_SyntheticHats #LMHV_Static
General hashtags: #LookMedicHairVitamins #LookMedic #hair #hairgrowth #density #hairlossprevention #scalp #strengthening -
Synthetic Hats
“Synthetic fabric = static and breakage”
🔹 Hair becomes static.
🔹 Breakage along the length.
🔹 Increases frizz.
🧵 How to improve: wear hats made of natural fibers.Navigation: #LMHV_Series #LMHV_Day20 #LMHV_SyntheticHats #LMHV_Static
General hashtags: #LookMedicHairVitamins #LookMedic #hair #hairgrowth #density #hairlossprevention #scalp #strengthening -
Shaving: A Greenland Diaries Flash Fiction
Nigel couldn’t believe his beard had gotten this long.
It was down to his chest, tangled and frizzy. It was black, but almost brown at its feathery edges. He could hear his father yelling at him to trim it, his high, almost husky voice echoing in his head. His father was ex military. He loved the clean shaven look and forced Nigel to follow that hairless motif, even though Nigel hadn’t picked up a weapon until the Drum started. Now, he always had one with him. The ravaged green world demanded it, even with the Drum destroyed and the Unnamed no longer hunting him at night.
Nigel wondered if his father was still alive in the nursing home in Saint Louis Park. He had barely been alive before the Drum. It wouldn’t make any sense for him to be spared.
Nigel had been lucky to hide in his Golden Valley home for most of the apocalypse. He had left for a few weeks to join survivors fighting an Unnamed by a lake that kept attacking them. It had been a hard fought battle. Only Nigel and a few others survived. None of them had the appetite for further confrontations with the Unnamed, and they all retreated to their former hiding spots. Those had been the last people he’d spoken to, except for a band of soldiers passing through who told him the Drum was destroyed, and the Unnamed were nonviolent unless attacked.
Nigel felt his dark, reflectionless face. His features were gaunt, weathered by a lack of nutritious food. His cheeks were flat, his nose large, his forehead dry. His lips were cracked and bloody in places. The weather had been fine. It was the fear eroding his flesh. The constant worry of the Unnamed returning, or a crazed Reanimated storming through the neighborhood.
Slowly, above his white bathroom sink, he began to trim his beard. There was no electricity for his razor, so he resorted to a pair of orange handled scissors he kept in his office for trimming documents. They were sharp, but loud as they crushed the fibers between its blades. In minutes, most of his beard was reduced to a prickly edge beneath his fingers. He sighed.
“I guess it’s time. They said it was safe.”
Ahead of him hung a wool blanket, yellow and brown, duct taped to the wall in miscellaneous streaks of silver adhesive. It dangled just above the sink.
It blocked the mirror.
He’d put it up during the first week, when he noticed the shadows watching him. Now, with the Drum destroyed, survivors passing through told him mirrors and reflections were back to normal. They no longer held phantoms.
He slowly reached for the fabric, then stopped.
“I can’t do it.”
He walked out of the bathroom with a shrug.
“I can’t believe it’s okay.”
I really enjoy writing about these quieter moments in the Greenland Diaries, where characters are learning to live again after a horrifying ordeal that shook the foundations of humanity. These bits of flash fiction give me ample opportunity for it. You can learn more about the mainline series right here. Thank you for reading!
#author #blogging #bodyHorror #books #cosmicHorror #darkFantasy #darkFiction #decay #fantasy #fiction #flashFiction #grief #hauntedLandscapes #horror #horrorWriting #identity #isolation #liminalSpaces #machines #memory #monsters #obsession #patrickWMarsh #poeticProse #prosePoetry #psychologicalHorror #shortStories #speculativeFiction #survival #teraryHorror #theGreenlandDiaries #transformation #trauma #weirdFiction #writing
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Shaving: A Greenland Diaries Flash Fiction
Nigel couldn’t believe his beard had gotten this long.
It was down to his chest, tangled and frizzy. It was black, but almost brown at its feathery edges. He could hear his father yelling at him to trim it, his high, almost husky voice echoing in his head. His father was ex military. He loved the clean shaven look and forced Nigel to follow that hairless motif, even though Nigel hadn’t picked up a weapon until the Drum started. Now, he always had one with him. The ravaged green world demanded it, even with the Drum destroyed and the Unnamed no longer hunting him at night.
Nigel wondered if his father was still alive in the nursing home in Saint Louis Park. He had barely been alive before the Drum. It wouldn’t make any sense for him to be spared.
Nigel had been lucky to hide in his Golden Valley home for most of the apocalypse. He had left for a few weeks to join survivors fighting an Unnamed by a lake that kept attacking them. It had been a hard fought battle. Only Nigel and a few others survived. None of them had the appetite for further confrontations with the Unnamed, and they all retreated to their former hiding spots. Those had been the last people he’d spoken to, except for a band of soldiers passing through who told him the Drum was destroyed, and the Unnamed were nonviolent unless attacked.
Nigel felt his dark, reflectionless face. His features were gaunt, weathered by a lack of nutritious food. His cheeks were flat, his nose large, his forehead dry. His lips were cracked and bloody in places. The weather had been fine. It was the fear eroding his flesh. The constant worry of the Unnamed returning, or a crazed Reanimated storming through the neighborhood.
Slowly, above his white bathroom sink, he began to trim his beard. There was no electricity for his razor, so he resorted to a pair of orange handled scissors he kept in his office for trimming documents. They were sharp, but loud as they crushed the fibers between its blades. In minutes, most of his beard was reduced to a prickly edge beneath his fingers. He sighed.
“I guess it’s time. They said it was safe.”
Ahead of him hung a wool blanket, yellow and brown, duct taped to the wall in miscellaneous streaks of silver adhesive. It dangled just above the sink.
It blocked the mirror.
He’d put it up during the first week, when he noticed the shadows watching him. Now, with the Drum destroyed, survivors passing through told him mirrors and reflections were back to normal. They no longer held phantoms.
He slowly reached for the fabric, then stopped.
“I can’t do it.”
He walked out of the bathroom with a shrug.
“I can’t believe it’s okay.”
I really enjoy writing about these quieter moments in the Greenland Diaries, where characters are learning to live again after a horrifying ordeal that shook the foundations of humanity. These bits of flash fiction give me ample opportunity for it. You can learn more about the mainline series right here. Thank you for reading!
#author #blogging #bodyHorror #books #cosmicHorror #darkFantasy #darkFiction #decay #fantasy #fiction #flashFiction #grief #hauntedLandscapes #horror #horrorWriting #identity #isolation #liminalSpaces #machines #memory #monsters #obsession #patrickWMarsh #poeticProse #prosePoetry #psychologicalHorror #shortStories #speculativeFiction #survival #teraryHorror #theGreenlandDiaries #transformation #trauma #weirdFiction #writing
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Shaving: A Greenland Diaries Flash Fiction
Nigel couldn’t believe his beard had gotten this long.
It was down to his chest, tangled and frizzy. It was black, but almost brown at its feathery edges. He could hear his father yelling at him to trim it, his high, almost husky voice echoing in his head. His father was ex military. He loved the clean shaven look and forced Nigel to follow that hairless motif, even though Nigel hadn’t picked up a weapon until the Drum started. Now, he always had one with him. The ravaged green world demanded it, even with the Drum destroyed and the Unnamed no longer hunting him at night.
Nigel wondered if his father was still alive in the nursing home in Saint Louis Park. He had barely been alive before the Drum. It wouldn’t make any sense for him to be spared.
Nigel had been lucky to hide in his Golden Valley home for most of the apocalypse. He had left for a few weeks to join survivors fighting an Unnamed by a lake that kept attacking them. It had been a hard fought battle. Only Nigel and a few others survived. None of them had the appetite for further confrontations with the Unnamed, and they all retreated to their former hiding spots. Those had been the last people he’d spoken to, except for a band of soldiers passing through who told him the Drum was destroyed, and the Unnamed were nonviolent unless attacked.
Nigel felt his dark, reflectionless face. His features were gaunt, weathered by a lack of nutritious food. His cheeks were flat, his nose large, his forehead dry. His lips were cracked and bloody in places. The weather had been fine. It was the fear eroding his flesh. The constant worry of the Unnamed returning, or a crazed Reanimated storming through the neighborhood.
Slowly, above his white bathroom sink, he began to trim his beard. There was no electricity for his razor, so he resorted to a pair of orange handled scissors he kept in his office for trimming documents. They were sharp, but loud as they crushed the fibers between its blades. In minutes, most of his beard was reduced to a prickly edge beneath his fingers. He sighed.
“I guess it’s time. They said it was safe.”
Ahead of him hung a wool blanket, yellow and brown, duct taped to the wall in miscellaneous streaks of silver adhesive. It dangled just above the sink.
It blocked the mirror.
He’d put it up during the first week, when he noticed the shadows watching him. Now, with the Drum destroyed, survivors passing through told him mirrors and reflections were back to normal. They no longer held phantoms.
He slowly reached for the fabric, then stopped.
“I can’t do it.”
He walked out of the bathroom with a shrug.
“I can’t believe it’s okay.”
I really enjoy writing about these quieter moments in the Greenland Diaries, where characters are learning to live again after a horrifying ordeal that shook the foundations of humanity. These bits of flash fiction give me ample opportunity for it. You can learn more about the mainline series right here. Thank you for reading!
#author #blogging #bodyHorror #books #cosmicHorror #darkFantasy #darkFiction #decay #fantasy #fiction #flashFiction #grief #hauntedLandscapes #horror #horrorWriting #identity #isolation #liminalSpaces #machines #memory #monsters #obsession #patrickWMarsh #poeticProse #prosePoetry #psychologicalHorror #shortStories #speculativeFiction #survival #teraryHorror #theGreenlandDiaries #transformation #trauma #weirdFiction #writing
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Shaving: A Greenland Diaries Flash Fiction
Nigel couldn’t believe his beard had gotten this long.
It was down to his chest, tangled and frizzy. It was black, but almost brown at its feathery edges. He could hear his father yelling at him to trim it, his high, almost husky voice echoing in his head. His father was ex military. He loved the clean shaven look and forced Nigel to follow that hairless motif, even though Nigel hadn’t picked up a weapon until the Drum started. Now, he always had one with him. The ravaged green world demanded it, even with the Drum destroyed and the Unnamed no longer hunting him at night.
Nigel wondered if his father was still alive in the nursing home in Saint Louis Park. He had barely been alive before the Drum. It wouldn’t make any sense for him to be spared.
Nigel had been lucky to hide in his Golden Valley home for most of the apocalypse. He had left for a few weeks to join survivors fighting an Unnamed by a lake that kept attacking them. It had been a hard fought battle. Only Nigel and a few others survived. None of them had the appetite for further confrontations with the Unnamed, and they all retreated to their former hiding spots. Those had been the last people he’d spoken to, except for a band of soldiers passing through who told him the Drum was destroyed, and the Unnamed were nonviolent unless attacked.
Nigel felt his dark, reflectionless face. His features were gaunt, weathered by a lack of nutritious food. His cheeks were flat, his nose large, his forehead dry. His lips were cracked and bloody in places. The weather had been fine. It was the fear eroding his flesh. The constant worry of the Unnamed returning, or a crazed Reanimated storming through the neighborhood.
Slowly, above his white bathroom sink, he began to trim his beard. There was no electricity for his razor, so he resorted to a pair of orange handled scissors he kept in his office for trimming documents. They were sharp, but loud as they crushed the fibers between its blades. In minutes, most of his beard was reduced to a prickly edge beneath his fingers. He sighed.
“I guess it’s time. They said it was safe.”
Ahead of him hung a wool blanket, yellow and brown, duct taped to the wall in miscellaneous streaks of silver adhesive. It dangled just above the sink.
It blocked the mirror.
He’d put it up during the first week, when he noticed the shadows watching him. Now, with the Drum destroyed, survivors passing through told him mirrors and reflections were back to normal. They no longer held phantoms.
He slowly reached for the fabric, then stopped.
“I can’t do it.”
He walked out of the bathroom with a shrug.
“I can’t believe it’s okay.”
I really enjoy writing about these quieter moments in the Greenland Diaries, where characters are learning to live again after a horrifying ordeal that shook the foundations of humanity. These bits of flash fiction give me ample opportunity for it. You can learn more about the mainline series right here. Thank you for reading!
#author #blogging #bodyHorror #books #cosmicHorror #darkFantasy #darkFiction #decay #fantasy #fiction #flashFiction #grief #hauntedLandscapes #horror #horrorWriting #identity #isolation #liminalSpaces #machines #memory #monsters #obsession #patrickWMarsh #poeticProse #prosePoetry #psychologicalHorror #shortStories #speculativeFiction #survival #teraryHorror #theGreenlandDiaries #transformation #trauma #weirdFiction #writing
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Shaving: A Greenland Diaries Flash Fiction
Nigel couldn’t believe his beard had gotten this long.
It was down to his chest, tangled and frizzy. It was black, but almost brown at its feathery edges. He could hear his father yelling at him to trim it, his high, almost husky voice echoing in his head. His father was ex military. He loved the clean shaven look and forced Nigel to follow that hairless motif, even though Nigel hadn’t picked up a weapon until the Drum started. Now, he always had one with him. The ravaged green world demanded it, even with the Drum destroyed and the Unnamed no longer hunting him at night.
Nigel wondered if his father was still alive in the nursing home in Saint Louis Park. He had barely been alive before the Drum. It wouldn’t make any sense for him to be spared.
Nigel had been lucky to hide in his Golden Valley home for most of the apocalypse. He had left for a few weeks to join survivors fighting an Unnamed by a lake that kept attacking them. It had been a hard fought battle. Only Nigel and a few others survived. None of them had the appetite for further confrontations with the Unnamed, and they all retreated to their former hiding spots. Those had been the last people he’d spoken to, except for a band of soldiers passing through who told him the Drum was destroyed, and the Unnamed were nonviolent unless attacked.
Nigel felt his dark, reflectionless face. His features were gaunt, weathered by a lack of nutritious food. His cheeks were flat, his nose large, his forehead dry. His lips were cracked and bloody in places. The weather had been fine. It was the fear eroding his flesh. The constant worry of the Unnamed returning, or a crazed Reanimated storming through the neighborhood.
Slowly, above his white bathroom sink, he began to trim his beard. There was no electricity for his razor, so he resorted to a pair of orange handled scissors he kept in his office for trimming documents. They were sharp, but loud as they crushed the fibers between its blades. In minutes, most of his beard was reduced to a prickly edge beneath his fingers. He sighed.
“I guess it’s time. They said it was safe.”
Ahead of him hung a wool blanket, yellow and brown, duct taped to the wall in miscellaneous streaks of silver adhesive. It dangled just above the sink.
It blocked the mirror.
He’d put it up during the first week, when he noticed the shadows watching him. Now, with the Drum destroyed, survivors passing through told him mirrors and reflections were back to normal. They no longer held phantoms.
He slowly reached for the fabric, then stopped.
“I can’t do it.”
He walked out of the bathroom with a shrug.
“I can’t believe it’s okay.”
I really enjoy writing about these quieter moments in the Greenland Diaries, where characters are learning to live again after a horrifying ordeal that shook the foundations of humanity. These bits of flash fiction give me ample opportunity for it. You can learn more about the mainline series right here. Thank you for reading!
#author #blogging #bodyHorror #books #cosmicHorror #darkFantasy #darkFiction #decay #fantasy #fiction #flashFiction #grief #hauntedLandscapes #horror #horrorWriting #identity #isolation #liminalSpaces #machines #memory #monsters #obsession #patrickWMarsh #poeticProse #prosePoetry #psychologicalHorror #shortStories #speculativeFiction #survival #teraryHorror #theGreenlandDiaries #transformation #trauma #weirdFiction #writing
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Heute (9.12.2025) gibt es in #Köln folgende #Konzert|e:
- 'Rise of the Northstar' (Club #Volta)
- 'nothing, nowhere. and sace6' (Live Music Hall #LMH)
- 'Fortuna Ehrenfeld' (Kulturkirche)
- 'Brings' (Theater am #Tanzbrunnen)
- 'The Meteors' (#Gebäude9)
- 'BILLA JOE' (#Essigfabrik)
- 'Soda Frizzante' (Club Bahnhof #Ehrenfeld #CBE)
- 'The Army, The Navy' (Helios 37)
- 'SOHN' (#Stadtgarten)
- 'Jazzorama! Simin Tander & Jens Düppe + Jamsession' (#artheater)
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Heute (9.12.2025) gibt es in #Köln folgende #Konzert|e:
- 'Rise of the Northstar' (Club #Volta)
- 'nothing, nowhere. and sace6' (Live Music Hall #LMH)
- 'Fortuna Ehrenfeld' (Kulturkirche)
- 'Brings' (Theater am #Tanzbrunnen)
- 'The Meteors' (#Gebäude9)
- 'BILLA JOE' (#Essigfabrik)
- 'Soda Frizzante' (Club Bahnhof #Ehrenfeld #CBE)
- 'The Army, The Navy' (Helios 37)
- 'SOHN' (#Stadtgarten)
- 'Jazzorama! Simin Tander & Jens Düppe + Jamsession' (#artheater)
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https://www.europesays.com/it/227509/ Serena Autieri il primo bacio, i ricordi di Vessicchio, Baudo, Frizzi #autieri #baciarsi #BaciarsiNapoli #carriera #Celebrità #Celebrities #corriere #CorriereSera #corso #Entertainment #importanti #incontri #Intrattenimento #IT #Italia #Italy #lavorato #libro #napoli #NapoliSerena #SerenaAutieri #Serena.
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secsolutionforum a SICUREZZA 2025: terza giornata con il botto al Security Management Cafe’: Sei un security Manager? Ci devi essere. La piu’ frizzante tra le importanti iniziative che secsolutionforum organizza per i professionisti della sicurezza durante...
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secsolutionforum a SICUREZZA 2025: terza giornata con il botto al Security Management Cafe’: Sei un security Manager? Ci devi essere. La piu’ frizzante tra le importanti iniziative che secsolutionforum organizza per i professionisti della sicurezza durante...
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secsolutionforum a SICUREZZA 2025: terza giornata con il botto al Security Management Cafe’: Sei un security Manager? Ci devi essere. La piu’ frizzante tra le importanti iniziative che secsolutionforum organizza per i professionisti della sicurezza durante...
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secsolutionforum a SICUREZZA 2025: terza giornata con il botto al Security Management Cafe’: Sei un security Manager? Ci devi essere. La piu’ frizzante tra le importanti iniziative che secsolutionforum organizza per i professionisti della sicurezza durante...
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secsolutionforum a SICUREZZA 2025: terza giornata con il botto al Security Management Cafe’: Sei un security Manager? Ci devi essere. La piu’ frizzante tra le importanti iniziative che secsolutionforum organizza per i professionisti della sicurezza durante...
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"If You've Got the Money (I've Got the Time)" is a debut song co-written and recorded by American #countryMusic artist #LeftyFrizzell, released on September 14, 1950. The song is the second song recorded by Lefty Frizzell during his first session with #ColumbiaRecords in July 1950. The song rose to number one.
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In one week (September 21), I will be performing #quadraphonic music at Grand Avenue Temple in Kansas City, Missouri.
Also performing will be Cybersyn Quartet, Rev. Dwight Frizzell, and Austin Williamson.
Doors open at 3:30pm and sounds begin at 4pm. $10 or pay what you can.
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In one week (September 21), I will be performing #quadraphonic music at Grand Avenue Temple in Kansas City, Missouri.
Also performing will be Cybersyn Quartet, Rev. Dwight Frizzell, and Austin Williamson.
Doors open at 3:30pm and sounds begin at 4pm. $10 or pay what you can.
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In one week (September 21), I will be performing #quadraphonic music at Grand Avenue Temple in Kansas City, Missouri.
Also performing will be Cybersyn Quartet, Rev. Dwight Frizzell, and Austin Williamson.
Doors open at 3:30pm and sounds begin at 4pm. $10 or pay what you can.