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Been so long out on the open road
I barely touched the ground
Blinded I was slowly floundering toward the sun
Maybe it was curiosity, a search for love, or identity
I didn’t know just what I was looking for
And oh I climbed a mountain,
And I went down into the Jungle
To fill in the colours of my mind
And I drank a potion and there I saw my life in motion
And it was so clear for me to see
I want to feel extraordinary love
A love that always echoes through my mind
I want to feel extraordinary love
A love that only comes from with inside
—Erika Wennerstrom
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[ContraptioN] - Half Moon Glasses
Decor :
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See part 2 here : www.flickr.com/photos/188414266@N05/50402609602/in/datepo...
If elk drank beer, I'd say these guys have beer bellies.
The reality is that bull elk must bulk up before mating season, because they can lose 20-30% of their body weight during the rut. So the bulkier they are at the beginning, the better condition they'll be in at the end. These two guys seem to have a very good start with roughly five weeks to go before the frenzy of the rut begins.
I have no theme in mind for my next several posts. But I guess random can be considered a theme, so this is the start of my random theme.
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Now my mind is thrown away
It's never coming back down
Drank through all the lonely days
With feelings that I drown out
[Pre-Chorus]
On and up but the remedy pulls me back
Pulls me back
Wish to God that the memories fade to black
Fade to black
[Chorus]
So I kneel and pray
All my wasted days away
I just wanna find a way back home
Just let go
I’m moving on
All these wasted days away
All I wanted was a way back home
Take me back to that Westwood road
'Cause I'm moving on
(I’m moving on)
[Verse 2]
I keep trying to hit rewind
To erase those nights without you
All these lies roll through my mind
'Cause they're the weapons I use
[Pre-Chorus]
On and up but the remedy pulls me back
Pulls me back
Wish to God that the enemy won't attack
Won't attack
[Chorus]
So I kneel and pray
All my wasted days away
I just wanna find a way back home
Just let go
I'm moving on
All these wasted days away
All I wanted was a way back home
Take me back to that Westwood road
'Cause I'm moving on
I’m moving on
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Chorus]
So I kneel and pray
All my wasted days away
I just wanna find a way back home
Just let go
I’m moving on
All these wasted days away
All I wanted was a way back home
Just let go
So I kneel and pray
All my wasted days away
I just wanna find a way back home
Just let go
I'm moving on
All these wasted days away
All I wanted was a way back home
Take me back to that Westwood road
[Outro]
’Cause I'm moving on
I'm moving on
'Cause I’m moving on
I'm moving on
Drank away the rest of the day,
Wonder what my liver would say,
Drink... That's all you can.
Blackened days With their bigger gales,
Blow in your parlor to discuss the day,
Listen... That's all you can.
Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat,
That you built, you built to keep afloat.
Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat,
That you built...
Sick and tired of what to say,
No one listens anyway,
Sing... That's all you can.
Rambling years of lousy luck,
Ya miss the smell of burning turf,
Dream... That's all you can.
Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat,
That you Built, you built to keep afloat,
Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat,
That you built... That you built to keep afloat.
Singled out for who you are,
It takes all types to judge a man,
Feel... That's all you can.
Filthy suits with bigot ears,
Hide behind their their own worst fears,
Live... That's all you can.
It's all you can.
It's all you can... do.
No matter where I put my head,
I wake up feeling sound again,
Breath... It's all you can.
Tomorrow smells of less decay,
The flowers create this blooming fray,
Be thankful... That's all you can.
Ah but don't, don't sink the boat,
That you Built, you built to keep afloat.
Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat,
That you built... you built to keep afloat.
Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat,
That you built, that you built to keep afloat.
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
I'm a ripe old age,
That's what I am.
I'm a ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
Just doing the best I can.
-Flogging Molly
Watney's Red Barrel was a bitter which sold in the United Kingdom during the 1960s and 1970s, that would have been the last time I drank one, never my favourite.
Bento Animated Big Drank Cups, includes 10 Colors of cups to choose. Custom drinking animations! Male/Female/ and Static Held animations included!
Every time I sat on a bar stool I understood this, without ever articulating it into conscious thought.
The other writings are records of successful cross-channel swims.
The White Horse, Dover.
"Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.
With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank
The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank,
And dipped its cup in the colored shine
When the eastern conduits ran with wine".
- Francis Thompson
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Why keep minimal tourism in Frankfurt when you can take it to Mainz?
Olympus XA2 and Olympus D. Zuiko 35mm f/3.5, Kodak VR 200 developped by Foto Express on the Schweizer Straße and digitalized using kit zoom and extension tubes.
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"I drank some boiling water because I wanted to whistle." - Mitch Hedberg
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So today I had to stick close to home because the landlords were coming to fix something in the house.
Being stuck inside I figured it would be a good time to clean out the fridge, turned out the eggs were about to pass their best before date and I had a couple bananas from a neighbour who emptied their fridge into mine before snowbirding somewhere warm for a couple months... so what choice did I have?
It was banana bread time; just a half batch today because I normally prefer to at least double the amount of bananas, but this will do for a quick snack!
Oh, if you're interested, the recipe is from the Joy of Baking.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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Morning shot at Arkaroo rock with the only cloud in the sky, in this direction, right over the top.
In the dreamtime of Australian Aboriginal mythology, the Arkaroo is a serpent who drank all the waters of Lake Frome in South Australia, the latter remaining a large salt pan most of the time. Heavily filled and tired, the Arkaroo retracted for a nap into the mountains west, carving by his body the valleys of what is known today as the Gammon Ranges in the northern Flinders Ranges. He was attacked by other mystic beasts and let water on his rests, each position resulting in a waterhole, such as that of Arkaroola Springs and others. Today as in ancient times, rumblings of the Arkaroo can be heard in the mountains, which are scientifically explained by the seismic activity of the ranges.
Drank a fair bit of wine this weekend, so a cork seemed to be an obvious choice of subject. Shot was lit by two candles to the left to illuminate that side, one quite close to the right to light the right hand edge and a candle alongside the camera to light the front of the cork.
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A pentalogy.
A pictorial mountain tribute. Inspired by the song of "Socrates drank the conium" group whose guitarist, the late great Yiannis Spathas, passed away just today.
My favourite song of the group www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNFEZRYVOMU is called "mountains" and it's full of tunes and riffs characteristic of the musical and cultural ethos found in the mountainous villages of Greece.
Part 1 of my rendition from my latest mountain expeditions in mid Northern Greece. On the borderline pass of Karditsa and Evritania prefectures, the view to Karditsa. The group of "Petrilia" villages.
Altitude 1600m, the mountain ranges of Karava and Voutsikaki on the horizon. Photo is taken from "τρία σύνορα" pass which in Greek stands for "3 borders".
Και ο ήλιος ντάλωνε, τα θυμαράκια μπαίναν στη μύτη, ο αέρας πεχλιβάνης και το περσινό το χιόνι.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another auld lang syne
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away.
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain --
Dan Folgerberg's Same Old Lang Syne