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This is a pic I snapped, I don´t remember when, but I can see exactly where in Malmö, Sweden it was taken...
Peace and Noise!
/ Mushroombrain a mere shadow!
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Café Frequenters episode 217
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Hello Mr White! I am here in the middle of nowhere or more specific somewhere between Vallesbæk, Brøndby and Albertslund, we are just collecting my aunt and my cousins and her husbands, eh I mean her husband, that is my aunt...
Then we will travel in two cars to the ferry, that is if My aunt car is still in one piece and the let her drive it... a part of the floor is missing, that is my cousins handy-foot-work as he usually stands up in the car behind the driver-seat, well my cousin and rust that is... I really don´t hope my aunts breaks down or get stopped because them we all have to travel in one car, is it legal? how many people are allowed to drive in one car, is there a specific rule for children, Like snotlings in Blood bowl?
...or is it like The Orc Battlewagon? squeeze as many in but the ones that have fallen off are lost!
Best Wishes from Jonny on his way to the U.K.!
I like my shadow, it comes an go, he is one of the only entities that doesn´t get my paranoid stress reflexes going, ok it might have scared me once or twice but most often not...
With broken wings we beat the air
And as we plummet we pretend that we don't care
With broken wings we walk the earth
And wonder, how much is all of our recklessness worth
From glassy towers with glassy eyes
We indulge in the view while the scum of the city walk by
We soothe our sorrows we drown our guilt
With the icons and idols that hang on the walls we have built
And so we breathe until we die
The acropolis crumbles
While humbleness threatens to die
The culture fiddles while it cries
The accompaniment to such a sad, self-inflicted demise
With broken wings we beat the air
And as we plummet we pretend that we don't care
With broken wings we walk the earth
And wonder, how much is all of our recklessness worth
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From the song: With Broken Wings
By: Mark Heard
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Flickr Explore #270
Ti sei mai chiesto perché
il filo del destino debba essere rosso?
Per me è viola
Di viola è stato il mio desiderio fin da piccina
Scarpe viola
Maglie viola
Peluche viola
Bambole...dai capelli viola
Cavallini viola popolavano la mia fantasia
Primo atto di ribellione da ragazza…
farsi i capelli viola!
Adoro il lilla del glicine
il viola delle viole
il viola screziato di verde del mio cavolo ornamentale
che doveva vivere solo un paio di anni
invece ne ha ormai cinque
Che si è trasformato da tondo
ad alto e svettante
poi ha perso tutte le foglie
e ha fatto nascere mille rami
e su ogni ramo un fiore…viola
Assolutamente viola
come il settimo chakra
che spalanca la mia mente a nuove strade
Nuovi rami svettano
su orizzonti viola
che sono alba e tramonto insieme
Quindi…fanculo il rosso!
Io voglio il mio filo del destino viola
Ensign Epsilon+Konica Super XG100 scaduto nel 1997+Doppia esposizione+ShadowSelfie
Original Painting Acrylic on canvas. 20"x16" 2019 Lightfast acrylic on gessoed canvas Learn more at www.CrowRising.com/gallery.