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Just another decorative Photo celebrating My Beloved Bubby-Butt - He would have been 15 March 25th. Gone But Not Forgotten - One seriously loved meow. 03-25-2008 - 10-14-2023
disposables - hair removal cream = pungent stink while in the act, followed by a lot of touching oneself during the night and the next day comes a constant itch as a hang over... unless one is into the itch being looked at as rack torture...
金沢21世紀美術館
21st Century Museum of Contemporary Art, Kanazawa. Building was designed by Graphic Desinger Sato Taku.
A heroine, a deity
on Heroin, or vanity
To jack their personality,
beyond normal humanity.
A crowd of massed humanity
bows down and worships diligently.
He's built a loyal following
and so they steer him thoroughly.
But jealous man plots from the pews,
no need for valid righteousness.
One slightly truthful word set free,
will turn the tides quite easily.
Our accusations need not be
what would bury mortal man.
The sins of our own deity
are tiny, but on these we stand.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands.
We throw stones if our gods take a stand.
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs.
So once upon the podium,
a crucifix we then erect,
And nail our hero heartily,
hands and feet, and bind his neck.
The reason for our worship fades,
our Idol drenched in his own blood,
Forgotten are the virtues that
we valued beyond royalty.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands.
We throw stones if our gods take a stand.
We create and destroy our Stigmata Martyrs.
Such joy we dig his shallow grave,
anticipating pains to come.
We watch the wriggling dance of death,
and laugh light hearted at death's fun.
We've pounded out the joyous light.
Our savior's buried now for years.
A legend now of time gone by,
A martyr of forgotten tears.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands.
We throw stones if our gods take a stand.
We create and destroy our Stigmata Martyrs.
Seriously folks, I was cleaning my house the other day and worn out I logged on. Don't you wish chores were this easy in physical life?
The pair on the left are the ones I'm wearing in the photo. I don't know what I was thinking when I threw both of these away in 2012.
Discovered this a week ago on a drive through town with the lil ones. Some talented individual taking the natural layout of the trees and painting them to make the American flag. Finally got to take pictures of it today.
The Star Spangled Banner
By Francis Scott Key 1814
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
"I don't understand why people hang pictures on their wall, when they can just look out the window!"
Back then I laughed at her naivity because I knew the importance of art. Now I think her view is profound, and worthy of great investigation.
Harald was one of my cats. I found him on the street when he was very little. I bring him up until 1 year in an improvise marsupium, of a short. I loved him very much!
He died last year killed by dogs.
The Real-Life Diet of the Baddest Sword Fighter in the World (and Part-Time …
He's got the kind of metabolism most ordinary people would kill for and doesn't have to change up his diet too much when preparing to model. “Obviously, it depends on what it is,” he says. “If it's a ...
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A visit to Santa Monica from our home of Santa Barbara. Lifestyle moves forward with my partner in Coastal California + Desert + Portlandia hello-Maury.tumblr.com
This is a Japanese castle paper model. Along with this, I have a model for German Neuschwanstein castle.
Sometimes finding the right words to say " hey I'm really not ok today" is fucking hard! Where do you start explaining to someone how you feel?
Sometime it feels just like this image.. you're trying to speak but you're lungs are filling up with cold dirty water, the anxiety flooding your throat and choking you. Sometimes you don't even need advice, you just need to be heard, but have you ever tried to speak under water???
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