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Parker Krex

It’s not just Lego, it’s art!

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Here’s my Star Wars Celebration loot! Got to meet the one and only @therealbillydee !
Another great figure by @phoenixcustomsllc. Amazing custom molded helmet. Great likeness of the suit from one of the most underrated Marvel movies!
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“You either die the hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain” - - - Amazing figure of two-face made by @phoenixcustomsllc from one of my favorite movies, The Dark Knight. Fantastic likeness and is definitely one of my top 5 figs I own.
Yo Adrian!!!! Amazing figure of the Italian Stallion by #onlinesailin
I just realized I forgot to post my big spender figure! Thanks @citizenbrick !!!!
For sale! Please DM me if interested.
Stuff for sale! DM if interested and for pricing.
“Actors are required to do a lot of dangerous stuff, Cliff here is meant to help carry the load”
BW Indy 2019 full loot! Got a ton of stuff, and was cool to see fellow collectors @dashbricks @sket_brock @dubba_dude again. #citizenbrick #eclipsegrafx #buildbetterbricks
My mini @citizenbrick haul today 😂
@phoenixcustomsllc Captain America stealth suit new vs old
Weird flex, but ok 🤷‍♂️
No more Matt Murdock, only the devil...
Shoutout to the always awesome @citizen_collector for this! I’m happy to own one of his sig figs!
"Do it?" Dan, I'm not a Republic Serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago.
But the country's disintegrating. What's happened to America? What's happened to the American dream?
I am two-hundred and twenty-seven million kilometers from the sun. Its light is already ten minutes old. It will not reach Pluto for another two hours. Two hours into my future, I observe meteorites from a glass balcony, thinking about my father. Twelve seconds, into my past, I open my fingers. The photograph is falling. I am watching the stars. Halley's Comet tumbles through the solar system on its great, seventy-six year ellipse. My father admired the sky for its precision. He repaired watches. It's 1945, I sit in a Brooklyn kitchen, fascinated by an arrangement of cogs on black velvet. I am sixteen years old. It is 1985. I am on Mars. I am fifty-six years old. The photograph lies at my feet; falls from my fingers, is in my hand. I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space and time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion.
Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor...I am Pagliacci.”
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