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"The damsels are depressed
Boys will be boys then
Where are the wise men?
Darling I’m scared" ♪
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Hair: Painted in PS.
Head: Genus, "Classic"
Applier: Pumec, "Lisa"
Dress: Dead Dollz - Mini Skull
Eyes: Avi-Glam "Zucc" eyes
Horns by Ghoul
Before/After: gyazo.com/83242dfe7f40f1a72084d8eb2b4d1c19
Wenn an der nächsten Ecke
Wieder nur derselbe
Graue und auch blaue
Trauerflor in dir fest steckt
Flaue und arg maue
Alltags-Chor der Garstigkeit
Alle Freude nur erstickt
Dann wehr dich!
Winter is almost over now
I spent most of the year
Dreading you
You are a curse that always
Lasts about 2 to 3 months
Though, each year I'm alive
Your visits grow shorter
You remind me of death
Everything will leave us in time
All living entities have an Expiration
Not all dates are readable or Predictable
But winter comes and takes so much away from us.
It is hard to even appreciate Autumn
When you think about
All of the beauty dying.
All of the colors drying out.
And the Withering…
The challenge to find beauty
In less expected places.
The air, although it seems, crisp at first, becomes
Far more chilling, and intolerable.
The greater the years I am alive,
The more brutal it feels.
It gets to feeling like
I have no skin at all.
But now, I realize
Spring is actually coming.
Spring is a hopeful time yet
Will I ironically miss the dread?
I feel remorse for the fact that
I have no excuse to stay
Inside, isolated, and depressed.
This feels much more like my
Genuine human state.
I cannot resist the world in Spring when life is reborn
I literally have no reasons left
To not go outside.
The experience of the world is
Waiting for me.
Am I ready?
**All poems and photos are copyrighted**
With a lockdown in place it is against the rules for me to go to places I like to shoot, so I though I would try to create a series called Isolated creativity. The series is not intended to be a diary but a way of documenting thoughts and emotions via photography.
I've felt a bit like Pink Rabbit over the passed few day. I'm not fed up and depressed by the lockdown but by the people who think that it's okay to break the rules. By the tabloid media that run stories that convince people it's okay to go out and about, when it Isn't. By the political points scoring that has started to appear in all forms of media.Lastly I fed up with second home owners that have turned up during lockdown and appear to be going out and about most days.
Just like Pink Rabbit I have the blues.
Not sure of the name, but someone said it was a "Blue Poppy" and so i assumed that's what they meant.....Longwood Gardens, PA
When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads
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Inspiration: It Must Have Been Love - Roxette
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Yesterday, walking about the flickr world, woke up with a sad new about Imapix wich let me deeply depressed... Imapix had gone!! This community has lost one of his best members, best artist and photographer... I'll keep all his amazing pictures in my mind and my heart till the day I hope we'll meet in the afterlife.
I'm gonna miss you lots, Imapix!
R.I.P.
Explore Oct. 17 2010, #278 (highest position)
Darkness fills every space in his mind. Numbness has long since replaced the happiness and laughter. Shadows lurk all around hanging on like an early morning mist. Light enters only occasionally bringing with it the yearning for the sun to warm his face. He knows he is in trouble. He doesn't need to be told.
The fog was there before he realized it. It was everywhere and then there was nothing.....Nothing except for the endless falling. If he feels anything, he feels trapped unable to remove the haze and the inability to care. He once prayed for the sun to take away the darkness and give him the ability to feel again, but that was in the early stages. Now, he doesn't feel anything. The demons that once bombarded him are now gone, or at least stepped aside long enough for the cold to take their place.
The doctors tell him that he is ill. The kind of illness no one talks about. The kind of illness where people make jokes about him and whispers behind his back. The kind of illness that brings shame to his family. The kind of illness no one wants. But, he has "it." Whatever "it" is. He has been diagnosed with....a depressed mind.
[ ~..
Alone on my bed ,
With a Gun to my head ,
Asking where's my happy ending ?! ,
..~]
Model by ; © The Maniac
Ps ; Gun is Real ~
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No One Can Use Any Of My Photos Without Permission .
She Won't Cry by Jppoet
You see the pain that lies in her eyes,
But, alas, her eyes are dry,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the fear that closes her eyes,
The smile she wears is but a disguise,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the hope that is finally dead,
She cannot trust for her heart has been bled,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the love that lies within,
But she shall never love again,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see death's hand that has glazed her eyes,
No one saw her die inside,
They won't cry.
No, they won't cry.
Sim: Shadowside
finally an analog picture again. In the last few months I've had too much on my mind ... despite Corona. Well - new year, new luck. Let's see how the Yashica is doing.
Yashica Mat
Fomapan 100
Caffenol RS
Fluid couplings, fluid flywheels and torque converters, all employ fluid, usually oil, to provide initially, on engine tick over, a degree of slip in the mechanism, ( like a disengaged clutch/ that is pedal depressed ) when we engage drive, as in a car for instance, we release the handbrake, increase the engine revolutions, by means of the accelerator pedal, and by increasing the input speed the fluid friction increases, until we have in effect a "solid" drive, and hence vehicle movement.
The resemblance visually /externally is reasonably accurate, internally there are only vague similarities.......
This image comprises a water fountain head in a domed spray setting or mode, and hence is a fluid form.
I have taken the man out of the engineering ( via retirement ) but i cannot remove the engineering from the man.. it has become too far ingrained, even without conscious thought, the mind flows into it.
Digby the Duck was wandering lonely unlike a cloud
after he found that, after robbing the
banking system,
unlike a well suited executive,
he was being chased by unknown authorities,
and the money he gave his lover
and life partner, Igby,
was spent on a transexual operation,
which wasn't his concern,
but the hormones Igby took
changed him
in ways unbelieveable and
unexpected.