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Augury is the practice from ancient Roman religion of interpreting omens from the observed flight of birds. Augers believed messages could be interpreted from bird's patterns of flight...
Big fuckoff arrows...the one on the right is almost 8ft long. Corze's E on his piece is about 14ft long.
Mañana mi novia se va para rancagua :( y vuelve el domingo en la tarde-noche u.u la extrañare :(
Les dejo un link de un video mio pintando en los bagones de trenes de aqui de talca
Day 122 of 365: No, this picture isn't about you, or anyone on flickr. You're not that important. There are a lot of things in life that piss me off, and none of them have anything to do with something as insignificant as an online community on a photo sharing site. Intolerance pisses me off. Injustice gets my blood boiling. Closed mindedness is a cancer on society. Pettiness ticks me off, especially coming from adults.
All of these things exist on flickr as well, because it's a small slice of the larger population, but it means nothing, because all you have to do is get out of your chair and it disappears. I sometimes feel people forget about that and take things that happen here way too personal. I love my contacts on flickr because I respect their work and they inspire me, and they just seem like good people on top of it. I like people that care about the big picture and use flickr as a platform to make people think (hello Joel). I also like total goofballs who leave witty comments (you know who you are). But most of all, I like people who do good work. What I don't like are douchebags, but I like to handle it the same way I do in real life: just get out of their way. I've done a bit of a poor job at this lately, so this picture is mainly for me to serve as a reminder to stay classy. Fuck, this ain't classy at all. Ok, starting tomorrow then.
For TOTW: Mochromatic Maniacs
July's Alphabet Soup: W is WTF?
XP71
The diversity and amount of acceptance that goes on within a true city is unlike anywhere else on Earth.
Just being able to walk down a street and have someone yell at you, another guy pushing a cart, another (enter random Nationality here) family on an evening stroll, and likewise a bunch of random teenagers playing basketball all at the same time?
Noises, cars, intense architecture, total fucking randomness and absolute debauchery going on everywhere around you.
Just stand in one spot in this particular city with a fucking notepad and I bet you could write a book from the notes.
Random.
A kid zooming by on a skateboard. A couple dressed in formal wear with a suit and a ball gown dress going to a high-class party. A dirty scummy guy asking you for change. A person on drugs searching for more. The drug dealers looking to get rid of their drugs. And still the family in the loft trying to raise their kids right and live the American dream.
Random dude.
I can walk these streets and see it all. A guy playing an instrument he made out of a bunch of pieces of trash and holding a milk container begging for money. A couple fucking in their 3rd story apartment for all to hear like they just don’t care. Someone smoking crack in an alley behind a dumpster. And likewise, hundreds zooming on by not noticing the crack head behind the dumpster because they are fucking BLINDED BY THE MADNESS THAT THE CITY BRINGS.
Random man.
You can smell the intensity. Weirdness better not faze you or else you are fucked. Better get out now. Don’t dare drive here unless you got a set of balls and are prepared to show them. Businesses thrive due to the amount of people that come here. Restaurants better have the best food or your fucked. Sell, shop, give, take.
The city man.
I fucking LOVE it. I love all the weirdo’s and fuckoffs and triumphant people alike that are attracted to the motherfucking madness.
The photo at hand? Me smoking a cigarette against the backdrop of some of the most original and fascinating architecture that exists in any “city” in the United States.
San Francisco, again – rocks.
Location: Panhandle district; San Francisco, California
Taken August 2nd, 2009
Posted August 7th, 2009
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Outstanding women are for outstanding men.
If you don't dare .... fuck off!
Les femmes peu communes ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0sD0j4jJ84&feature=related
Over the mountain take me across the sky
Something in my vision, something deep inside
Where did I wander, where d'ya think I wandered to
I've seen life's magic astral plane I travel through.
I heard them tell me that this land of dreams was now
I told them I had ridden shooting stars
And said I'd show them how.
Over and over always tried to get away
Living in a daydream only place I had to stay
Fever of a breakout burning in me miles wide
People around me talking to the walls inside
I heard them tell me that this land of dreams was now
I told them I had ridden shooting stars
and said I'd show them how.
Don't need no astrology it's inside of you and me
You don't need a ticket to ride with me - I'm free.
Over and under in between the ups and downs
My mind's carpet magic ride goes round and round.
Over the mountain kissing silver inlaid clouds
Watching my body disappear into the crowd.
Don't need no astrology it's inside of you and me
You don't need a ticket to ride with me - I'm free.~OZZY!!!!!