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Snowy Egret ~ (Egretta thula)
Clearly this Snowy Egret does not shy away from using product.
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Photography Noli & Provoste
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Production: Noli & Provoste and Kevin Kobek
Post Edition: Noli & Provoste
Apparel/Vestuario: Kevin Kobek
Make Up/Maquillaje: Marcelo Celis
...if only i knew how to play more than 3chords on my guitar
...unfortunately it ends with the shirt ;)~
All my brothers got that gas,
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta..
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottaz..
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta.
She dreams of being a Rockstar, to have you fall at her feet in lust!
In her exhausted slumber she arrives at.........FULL METAL CORSET.
Here, the good Alien girl becomes the very very very bad Burlesque Rockstar goddess with a mission to whip you into submission.!
Welcome to her Jungle!!!!
"[...] following his latest island tour, Takanuva sat down with us for an exclusive closer look behind that mask, opening up to the public for the first time about his antidermis problem[...]"
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This build was inspired by a handful of seed ideas. The yellow coinjected Ninjago dragon wing's inner angle fits the Avohkii almost perfectly, and I found a really weirdly worn and degraded Avohkii in a bulk lot of parts a while back that made me think that must be what Takanuva would look like after years of substance abuse. The combo of the Hagah shield and chronicler's staff piece as a flat gold guitar completed the inception.
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I'm through with standing in line
to the clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be
I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me
I'll need a, a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between cher and
James Dean is fine for me
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
Livin' in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
with her bleach blonde hair
and well..
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
I'm gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me
I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
Livin' in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
with her bleach blonde hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary
in today's who's who
We'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial
well..
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I'm gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong
Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
Livin' in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
with her bleach blonde hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary
in today's who's who
We'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial well..
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
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[una de las canciones mas graciosas de los ultimos años]
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Finally got a shot of my boss' latest toy. Not the perfect setting, but hopefully I'll find something more fitting before the leaves fully turn. Hope you guys like it, and don't forget to hit "L" to view on black.
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Well I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas day. I spent it working on an end of year video, which is something that it looks like today will also be spent on due to the slow rendering offered by After Effects. Hopefully it’ll be ready to post by the end of the year :)
In the meantime, we’re heading off back to Jordan and the Wadi Rum desert. It was nice to stand here in the middle of the night looking up at the stars. I stood here for 30 minutes or so attempting to get a star trail, but when processing it didn’t feel right as the stars were moving in two circles rather than just the one, which didn’t really fit the scene.
In other news I think I’m finally over the cold/flu thing I had, or at least I’m back to 90% which is close enough. I haven’t taken any photos since my time in Jordan, and have done very little processing, so I’m looking forward to correcting that this weekend by getting out there with the camera again.
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Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, name them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band"
Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy
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'Cause we all just wanna be big ROCKSTARZ . . \mm/
Nickelback All the Way ♥
& el Pic dedicated to My Poison (L)__(L)
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