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She's been watching for a century, with hatred and with scorn if you know the hunter's coming Then you hide or keep on running, 'Cause she's slain the gods before.
Dreams of a being from the watcher unseen. Now he warned me, she'll come to take his due.
"The hate in your head, she has more" he said "The godhunter waits for you"
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and thumps about things which the intellect scorns :-)
Mark Twain
HPPT!! HBW!!
rose, 'Love and Peace', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
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poiled, self-centered, a woman like this shouldn't be trusted
Devious, heartless, this woman is used to getting what she wants
Good for her, got what she needs after years of people-pleasing
Made a weapon of her tongue, 'cause she heard you like em' young, ah
Good for her, they say she lost it, found your switchblade in her pocket
Everybody should be scared when they're calling it hystеria, hysteria
Wanted someonе who's controllable and moldable
Think you're getting too emotional
Good for her, you're only gonna make it worse, 'cause
If you stand in her way, she's not gonna behave
Good for her, I'm ready for how she makes it hurt, 'cause
It what's you deserve, she puts her first, now good for her
Beware of a woman's scorn
She'll do anything to get her way
Good for her, now look who's got the power
She'll watch you stand in the corner and cower
Baby, you'll end up alone, yet you'll
Watch her take over your throne, bet you
Wanted someonе who's controllable and moldable
Think you're getting too emotional
Good for her, you're only gonna make it worse, 'cause
If you stand in her way, she's not gonna behave
Good for her, I'm ready for how she makes it hurt, 'cause
It what's you deserve, she puts her first, now good for her
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I descended, with you on my arm, at least a million stairs
and now that you are not here
each step is the vacuum.
Even so our long journey was too brief.
Mine continues even now,
no longer in need
of coincidences,
reservations,
ploys,
and the scorn of those who believe
that reality is what we see.
I descended millions of stairs with you on my arm
not just because with four eyes perhaps we see more.
With you I descended those stairs
because I knew among the two of us,
the only true pupils, although terribly dimmed,
belonged to you.
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Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale
E ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino.
Anche così è stato breve il nostro lungo viaggio.
Il mio dura tuttora, né più mi occorrono
Le coincidenze, le prenotazioni,
le trappole, gli scorni di chi crede
che la realtà sia quella che si vede.
Ho sceso milioni di scale dandoti il braccio
Non già perché con quattr'occhi forse si vede di più.
Con te le ho scese perché sapevo che di noi due
Le sole vere pupille, sebbene tanto offuscate,
erano le tue.
Eugenio Montale ( from "Satura" 1971 )
The Eisenhower Executive Office Building, D.C.
The building—originally called the State, War, and Navy Building because it housed the Departments of State, War, and the Navy—was built between 1871 and 1888 in the French Second Empire style. It was designed by Alfred B. Mullett, Supervising Architect. Patterned after French Second Empire architecture that clashed sharply with the neoclassical style of the other Federal buildings in the city, it was generally regarded with scorn and disdain, and the architect of the exterior, Alfred B. Mullett, ended his life in litigation and suicide. The OEOB was referred to by Mark Twain as "the ugliest building in America." Harry Truman called it "the greatest monstrosity in America." Historian Henry Adams called it Mullett's “architectural infant asylum.”
srce: Wikipedia
'Stare Down'
The fox stares her amber glare,
Over a vulpine grin,
Wary ears twitching for sound.
Lavish fur
Scorns winter’s worst and
Proclaims prowess over prey.
Nose aquiver with the tang
Of the next mouse.
She sits briefly then
Fast feet fly,
White tipped tail flashes
The vixen!
Delicate paw prints,
Mark her interlude
In the undergrowth.
C.Hill
March 2020
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My back yard ... she has become a regular visitor. I have a composition and pose in mind but she is frustratingly uncooperative ... her modelling career is in jeopardy if she doesn't follow the photographer's directions more enthusiastically. :)
It was early morning and not a lot of light to work with, hence, the high ISO and the 'noise' that goes along with it.
- Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
...title...♩♪♫♬...The Walkabouts...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIw35zMe8WI
Locust wind came blowin’ right through them swinging
doors
It knocked me off my toothpick legs and up the spiral
stairs
To a room of long locked lore – museum of fools and
lies
No room for my change of heart, no room for my second
thought
Spoken down the past, go, there is a makeshift trail
And in the room I carved your name out of my tooth and
nail
And I was so cool, it stripped my clothes and stuck ’em
in a hole
No room for my change of heart, no room for my second
thought
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Left them in motel with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Rest assured that he’ll soon be cured of that serpent
will to score
Jack be nimble, Jack be quickly, Jack drink one of
these
And trace the lines of infamy upon the palms you read
The prophets are the profiteers that throw the tethered
ball
No room for that change of heart, no room for that
second thought
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Left them in motel with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Rest assured that he’ll soon be cured of that serpent
will to scorn
Emissary of luck on you must pull the funeral cart
Down the blacktop finger into the last hurrah
Once a shrewd collector, that cart had overflowed
No room for my change of heart, no room for my second
thought
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Left them in motel with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Rest assured that he’ll soon be cured of that serpent
will to score,
And the beast was lost and it lies here slain in the
darkness of this hall
...have a peaceful week.......:-)
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...xoxo...
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ABC -King Without A Crown
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_VCMPOA-dg
Welcome to the great republic
Guess I should show you round
Where once I was a King, and now I am a clown
The love that we once shared, made a King of me
But now you're gone, but now you're gone
All I face is poverty
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman baby
Oh, I'm a King without a crown
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman baby
Oh, I'm a King without a crown
Hell hath no fury (Hell hath no fury)
Like a woman scorned (Like a woman scorned)
But heaven don't boast, no heaven don't boast
The jewel, the pretty jewel I just pawned (I just pawned)
Every cloud has a silver lining (Every dog has its day)
Oh, but I guess the sun stopped shining (shining, shining)
On the day you went away
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman baby
Oh, I'm a King without a crown
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman baby
Oh, I'm a King without a crown
King without a heart, King without a hope
King without a woman baby
Yes, I'm a King (King), King without a crown
He's on the left, she's on the right. She had just thrown her head back and told him she was ready. Then she turned and pointed her best side for him. He snubbed her and after a moment or two she tired of waiting and flew off.
You might pick up on the size difference. She is definitely larger.
I Am
John Clare
I am — yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes —
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live — like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange — nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below — above the vaulted sky.
… Septimius Severus took over from his assassinated friend Pertinax, after defeating no less than 3 distinct – and distinguished – rivals.
He left a reputation as an effective ruler, although he turned Rome into even more of a military dictatorship, to the greater dismay of the surviving members of the Roman Senate.
After campaigning in Britain against the Caledonian tribes for unclear reasons, he died in York, reportedly leaving this telling last piece of advice to his sons: “Be harmonious, enrich the soldiers, scorn all others”.
Statuesque ...
difficulty level: 2
§ fifteen §
Real-world drama, served in the comfort of home by that whore called Mass Media, only stirs up the void where Western opinion has long been submerged. Someone drools at a current event, and mistakes his drivel for meaningful thought. Still, let’s not be too quick to spit our scorn its way. Empty drivel indeed, but it shows nonetheless how reading the papers or watching the news can provoke at least the appearance of thinking. Like Pavlov’s dog, whose slobber revealed the mechanics of instinct.
The Apparition
BY JOHN DONNE
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead
And that thou think'st thee free
From all solicitation from me,
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
And thee, feign'd vestal, in worse arms shall see;
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
And he, whose thou art then, being tir'd before,
Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
Thou call'st for more,
And in false sleep will from thee shrink;
And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
Bath'd in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie
A verier ghost than I.
What I will say, I will not tell thee now,
Lest that preserve thee; and since my love is spent,
I'had rather thou shouldst painfully repent,
Than by my threat'nings rest still innocent.
The Seasons Story opened today with a beautiful array of items and fashion dedicated to winter. Zenith has provided a Vintage Winter Coat and Boots in both soft and neutral colors. The fur trimmed coat and cape are adorable and I am wearing it here in my favorite pastel blue color. The Mystic, Zenith’s sister store, created the fox headdress…. And well you know how I feel about foxes….
Read the rest and grab the designer and event info on Threads & Tuneage
Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale
E ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino.
Anche così è stato breve il nostro lungo viaggio.
Il mio dura tuttora, né più mi occorrono
Le coincidenze, le prenotazioni,
le trappole, gli scorni di chi crede
che la realtà sia quella che si vede.
Ho sceso milioni di scale dandoti il braccio
Non già perché con quattr'occhi forse si vede di più.
Con te le ho scese perché sapevo che di noi due
Le sole vere pupille, sebbene tanto offuscate,
erano le tue.
Eugenio Montale
Grazie Papa'...... Ciao mamma!
Hazy mountains far beyond
A fast dark river away
The stars are pinned within the night
Trapped in the realm of Fae
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"He kisses me, fully and slowly. "I missed you." He will be my undoing, I know. "I thought you hated me. Your scorn is enough to make a man feel quite small, and I deserved it." Nothing could be further from the truth. I pull his body against me and he cups my jaw and presses his forehead to mine. I think of a riddle I once read. 'How do people like us take off our armor?' One piece at a time."
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Fields of the Nephilim - Moonchild
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and thumps about things which the intellect scorns :-)
Mark Twain
HFF!!
prunus mume, white japanese flowering apricot, 'Big Joe', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
The paradise of the crowded city, clear streams and fresh air, from time to time there are birds singing, breeze scorn, you can enjoy a moment of peace . Thank you for stopping by!
The "Vittoriano" is an enormous monument which dominates the Piazza Venezia, owes its name to the king in honor of whom it was built : Victor Emmanuel II, first king of Italy.
Realized by Giuseppe Sacconi at the beginning of the XXth century, it is among the monuments most discussed of the city, appreciated by tourists, scorned by major part of Roman criticism because of its forms, of the choice of the marbles, and also its dimensions
Taken on my walk along the Waterfront Recreational Trail, a shared path in Toronto today. In this photo I am walking east on the way home.
Best viewed large by clicking on the photo. Thanks for your visitis and comments, much appreciated.
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The trees still burn in copper light,
A fleeting grace before the night.
I wander through the amber hush,
Where every breeze feels like a blush.
The scent of smoke, the hush of crows,
A memory in each leaf that goes.
I hold the warmth like fading flame,
But know the snow will stake its claim.
For autumn sighs, a soft goodbye,
Its beauty laced with reasons why
My heart, though full, begins to mourn—
The hush before the winter’s scorn.
composed using AI with my thoughts
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Bento Mesh Body: Maitreya LaraX
Face: Kaylee by Swagger .:SWG:.
Hair: F232 by KMH
Monolid Eyeshadow: OTTLIE
Eyebags: :.Loa.:
Blooming Blush: CAZIMI
Ensemble: Eira (incl. coats, pants, top, & Boots in multiple colors, for Maitreya LaraX & PetiteX, Legacy, Perky, Reborn, GenX Classic) by Art&Ko now @ Frostbitten: A Tale from the Graveyard @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Nymphai/88/120/3301
Royal Poodle Adult Animesh: [Rezz Room]
"Analise" Long Pipe: {SS} + /Vae Victis\ now @ Frostbitten: A Tale from the Graveyard @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Nymphai/88/120/3301
POSE: Leaning Bento 1 by Korper Poses (tweaked to accommodate poodle)
SIM: Ethereal City - Autumn @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ethereal%20City/122/74/23
A big thank you to all of you for all your love, friendship, encouragement and support x
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4D1a00cbFA
TIME OF NO REPLY – NICK DRAKE
THIS IS THE SUMMER OF MY TRANSITION
The devil that was within me
that found me, then drowned me
could not withstand
the beauty of my love for him
the softness of my gentle hand
could not witness the words that I wrote
could not cope with love that gave him hope
he inhabited my soul and it choked him from within
now he scurries through the darkness
avoiding any last vestige of light; avoiding my eyes
he hides and he lies to rid himself of the truth
that he found within that last dance
he burned me, he scorned me, but then he adored me
he haunted my dreams and begged my return
but I found myself healing as I walked along the shore
the pace of my mind slowed; the peace of my mind showed
that at last I could let go and be myself once more
I walked in his shadow, until I found the light
before I lived like a shadow with no strength to fight
A poor tortured soul; I know how that feels
when love can't release him; thaw his soul cold as steel
Sometimes our love falls on stony ground
like the softness of rose petals and the hope that we once found
dashed against the rocks of life's lessons
deafened by the torment that resounds within our caissons
and lifts us up above the maelstrom of the storms
that threaten to define us and defile us; confine us
This is the summer of my transition
as I find my way back to the right path that heals me
I leave him far behind me; the nightmare recedes
now I sleep like an angel on clouds of soft dreams
and feel lucky that I am still here
amid the love of all my friends.
- AP – Copyright remains with the author
My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'
Looking For A Married Woman, Recently Cheated On, Mad And Scorned,
Who Is Willing To Sell Her Husband's Tools For Cheap.
UPDATE: Blog Fixed: threadsandtuneage.com/happy-new-year-4/
Happy New Year from Sorchiee and me and the whole Ippos Collective
My blog should be up and running again after tomorrow. Being tossed in a virtual time out kind of sucks! lol For now I will put the credits here.
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SKIN: Vega {Nordic} by DeeTaleZ ~ Available at N21 {December 21 to January 11th}
HEAD: Tumble by CATWA
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Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees,
The silver-crested ripples pass;
And, like a mimic brook, the breeze
Whispers among the grass.
Here from the world I win release,
Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude,
Break in to mar the holy peace
Of this great solitude.
― Lewis Carroll
A clothes line was a news forecast,
to neighbours passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep,
when clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link,
for neighbours always knew,
If company had stopped on by,
to spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the fancy sheets
and towels upon the line;
You'd see the company tablecloths,
with intricate design.
The line announced a baby's birth,
to folks who lived inside,
As brand new infant clothes,
were hung so carefully with pride.
The ages of the children,
could so readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed,
you'd know how much they'd grown.
It also told when illness struck,
as extra sheets were hung;
Then night-clothes, and a bathrobe too,
haphazardly were strung.
It said "Gone on vacation now",
when lines hung limp and bare.
It told "We're back!" when full lines sagged,
with not an inch to spare.
New folks in town were scorned upon,
if washing was dingy grey,
As neighbours raised their brows,
and looked disgustedly away.
But clotheslines now are of the past,
for dryers make work less,
Now what goes on inside a home,
is anybodies guess.
I really miss that way of life;
it was a friendly sign,
When neighbours knew each other best,
by what was on the line.
by Marilyn K. Walker
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Pencils, Pens, Erasers and/or Paper Clips is the 10/10/16 theme for Macro Mondays, and here are a few of the many pens and pencils I have collected over the decades. Some I bought, some were gifts, but most I have no recollection of how I got them, and since I can't remember ever having lost a pen, they just kept piling up. So, when I saw this week's Macro Monday theme, I didn't have far to look for subject matter.
There was a time when ball point pens didn't exist, so the only choice I had in pens was a fountain pen, and I have always been partial to them, though, between e-mail and texting, it's rare that I have any occasion to use one anymore. I can remember, when ball point pens were first invented (in the 1950s I believe), they were scorned, and some people refused to accept a check signed with a ball point. In fact, for years, some banks didn't allow them in any of their banking transactions. Yup, times sure have changed...
Houses in Blekergata - Halden - Norway
On the other side of cobblestone street..
To my kindred soul
...I know you are out there
somewhere on the other side
across cobblestone streets
that scorn my feet, like hearts
on the pathways and wrong turns
of so called love..
I still search for you
down cobblestone streets
through the passages of time
as it shifts beneath my feet
stranded, alone
until we meet..
inside my dreams
— Sandra Adams
꧁✿🌸╭⊱ ♥ ⊱╮🌸✿꧂
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Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale
e ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino.
Anche così è stato breve il nostro lungo viaggio.
Il mio dura tuttora, né più mi occorrono
le coincidenze, le prenotazioni,
le trappole, gli scorni di chi crede
che la realtà sia quella che si vede.
E. Montale
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~Seneca
Do you know where you will spend eternity?
~~~ I can Only Imagine ~~~ Mercy Me
I love it when I can combine my sponsors cos the outcome is this GoT inspired picture. I hope you like, but more importantly, head on over to TLC for the awesome pose set from //elephante poses// & then stop by The Darkness Monthly Event for this stunning tattoo from RedFish ♥ xo
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"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,(..)"
Walt Whitman, poète américain (1819-1892), in "Song Of Myself"
Me thought I heard a butterfly
Say to a labouring bee:
“Thou hast no colours of the sky
On painted wings like me.”
“Poor child of vanity! those dyes,
And colours bright and rare,”
With mild reproof, the bee replies,
”Are all beneath my care.
“Content I toil from morn to eve,
And scorning idleness,
To tribes of gaudy sloth I leave
The vanity of dress.”
William Lisle Bowles
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Pose - Bees (Bento)
This is the iconic scene from the 1987 film Fatal Attraction where a scorned woman (played by Glenn Close) was seeking revenge on her ex lover (played by Michael Douglas). She placed the family’s beloved pet rabbit in a pot of boiling water when he was away from the family house!!!!!
This scene was responsible for the slang term “Bunny Boiler”. Where a person acts obsessively or even dangerously towards another person with whom they were previously in a relationship.
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