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MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL MENTALLY ILL.
SIMONE CRISTICCHI - Ti regalerò una rosa .
WILL GIVE YOU A ROSE
A red rose to paint everything
A rose to comfort your each and every tear
And a rose to show you my love
I will give you a rose
A white rose as if you were my wife
A white rose to help you forget
Each little pain
My name is Antonio and I’m mad
I was born in 1954 and I’ve lived here since I was a baby
I believed I could talk with the devil
So they closed me in a mental home for forty years
I’m writing you this letter because I don’t know how to talk
Forgive the handwriting of a school child
And I’m astonished I’m still feeling emotions
But it’s the fault of my hand that won’t stop shaking
I’m like a piano with a broken key
The dissonant chord of an orchestra of drunks
Day and night seem the same
In the dim light the pierces the opaque glass
I’m still pissing myself because I’m afraid
To the sane, we have always been rubbish
Smelling of piss and sawdust
This is mental illness and there is no cure
I will give you a rose
A red rose to paint everything
A rose to comfort your each and every tear
And a rose to show you my love
I will give you a rose
A white rose as if you were my wife
A white rose to help you forget
Each little pain
Mad people are like question marks with no sentences
Thousands of spaceships that never return home
They are snowmen spread out under the sun
Mad people are messengers of a God that doesn’t want them
I build snow for myself out of polystyrene
My illness is that I’ve been left alone
Now take a telescope and measure the distance
Look between me and you – who is more dangerous?
We loved each other secretly in a hospital ward
Finding a corner that would be ours alone
I remember the few moments when we felt alive
Not like the medical records crammed in the archives
Of all my memories, you’ll be the last to disappear
You were like an angel tied to a radiator
In spite of everything I’m still waiting for you
And when I close my eyes I feel your hands caressing me
I will give you a rose
A red rose to paint everything
A rose to comfort your each and every tear
And a rose to show you my love
I will give you a rose
A white rose as if you were my wife
A white rose to help you forget
Each little pain
My name is Antonio and I’m on the roof
Dear Margherita, I’ve waited for you for 20 years
We go mad when no one understands us
Also when your best friend betrays you
I leave you this letter, now I must go
Forgive the handwriting of a school child
Are you astonished I’m still feeling something?
Surprise yourself again because Antonio knows how to fly
JE T'OFFRIRAI UNE ROSE
Je t'offrirai une rose
Une rose rouge pour peindre toute chose
Une rose pour consoler chacune de tes larmes
Et une rose pour t'aimer
Je t'offrirai une rose
Une rose blanche comme si tu étais mon épouse
Une rose blanche qui te serve à oublier
La moindre douleur.
Je m'appelle Antonio et je suis fou
Je suis né en 54 et je vis ici depuis que j'étais enfant
Ils m'ont enfermé ainsi dans un asile pendant quarante ans
Je t'écris cette lettre car je ne sais pas parler
Pardonne ma calligraphie de première primaire
Et je m'étonne d'éprouver encore une émotion
Mais la faute est à ma main qui ne cesse de trembler.
Je suis un piano forte avec une touche cassée
L'accord dissonant d'un orchestre d'ivrognes
Et jour et nuit se ressemblent
Dans le peu de lumière qui traverse les vitres opaques
Je fais encore sous moi tant j'ai peur
Pour la société des sains , nous avons toujours été des rebuts
Je pue de pisse et de chiure
C'est une maladie mentale et il n'existe pas de cure.
Je t'offrirai une rose
Une rose rouge pour peindre toute chose
Une rose pour consoler chacune de tes larmes
Et une rose pour t'aimer
Je t'offrirai une rose
Une rose blanche comme si tu étais mon épouse
Une rose blanche qui te serve à oublier
La moindre douleur.
Les fous sont des points d'interrogation sans phrases
Des milliers d'astronefs qui rentrent à la base
Ce sont des pantins étendus à sécher au soleil
Les fous sont des apôtres d'un Dieu qui n'en veut pas
Je me fabrique de la neige avec la frigolite
Ma pathologie est d'être resté seul
Maintenant prenez un télescope... Mesurez les distances
Et regardez entre vous et moi... qui est le plus dangereux ?
Dans les pavillons, nous nous aimons en cachette
Taillant un coin qui soit seulement le nôtre
Je me rappelle les rares instants où nous nous sentons vivants
Plus comme des dossiers cliniques perdus dans des archives
De mes souvenirs, tu seras le dernier à disparaître
Tu étais comme un ange lié à un radiateur
Malgré tout, je t'attends encore
Et si je ferme les yeux, je sens ta main qui m'effleure.
Je t'offrirai une rose
Une rose rouge pour peindre toute chose
Une rose pour consoler chacune de tes larmes
Et une rose pour t'aimer
Je t'offrirai une rose
Une rose blanche comme su tu étais mon épouse
Une rose blanche que te serve à oublier
La moindre douleur.
Je m'appelle Antonio et je suis sur le toit
Chère Marguerite, ça fait vingt ans que je t'attends
Nous sommes les fous quand personne ne nous comprend
Je te laisse cette lettre, à présent je dois partir
Pardonne ma calligraphie de première primaire
Et tu t'étonnes que j'ai encore une émotion ?
Tu es surprise encore qu’Antonio sache voler.
Ti regalerò una rosa
Una rosa rossa per dipingere ogni cosa
Una rosa per ogni tua lacrima da consolare
E una rosa per poterti amare
Ti regalerò una rosa
Una rosa bianca come fossi la mia sposa
Una rosa bianca che ti serva per dimenticare
Ogni piccolo dolore
Mi chiamo Antonio e sono matto
Sono nato nel ’54 e vivo qui da quando ero bambino
Credevo di parlare col demonio
Così mi hanno chiuso quarant’anni dentro a un manicomio
Ti scrivo questa lettera perché non so parlare
Perdona la calligrafia da prima elementare
E mi stupisco se provo ancora un’emozione
Ma la colpa è della mano che non smette di tremare
Io sono come un pianoforte con un tasto rotto
L’accordo dissonante di un’orchestra di ubriachi
E giorno e notte si assomigliano
Nella poca luce che trafigge i vetri opachi
Me la faccio ancora sotto perché ho paura
Per la società dei sani siamo sempre stati spazzatura
Puzza di piscio e segatura
Questa è malattia mentale e non esiste cura
Ti regalerò una rosa
Una rosa rossa per dipingere ogni cosa
Una rosa per ogni tua lacrima da consolare
E una rosa per poterti amare
Ti regalerò una rosa
Una rosa bianca come fossi la mia sposa
Una rosa bianca che ti serva per dimenticare
Ogni piccolo dolore
I matti sono punti di domanda senza frase
Migliaia di astronavi che non tornano alla base
Sono dei pupazzi stesi ad asciugare al sole
I matti sono apostoli di un Dio che non li vuole
Mi fabbrico la neve col polistirolo
La mia patologia è che son rimasto solo
Ora prendete un telescopio… misurate le distanze
E guardate tra me e voi… chi è più pericoloso?
Dentro ai padiglioni ci amavamo di nascosto
Ritagliando un angolo che fosse solo il nostro
Ricordo i pochi istanti in cui ci sentivamo vivi
Non come le cartelle cliniche stipate negli archivi
Dei miei ricordi sarai l’ultimo a sfumare
Eri come un angelo legato ad un termosifone
Nonostante tutto io ti aspetto ancora
E se chiudo gli occhi sento la tua mano che mi sfiora
Ti regalerò una rosa
Una rosa rossa per dipingere ogni cosa
Una rosa per ogni tua lacrima da consolare
E una rosa per poterti amare
Ti regalerò una rosa
Una rosa bianca come fossi la mia sposa
Una rosa bianca che ti serva per dimenticare
Ogni piccolo dolore
Mi chiamo Antonio e sto sul tetto
Cara Margherita sono vent’anni che ti aspetto
I matti siamo noi quando nessuno ci capisce
Quando pure il tuo migliore amico ti tradisce
Ti lascio questa lettera, adesso devo andare
Perdona la calligrafia da prima elementare
E ti stupisci che io provi ancora un’emozione?
Sorprenditi di nuovo perché Antonio sa volare.
Because, me.
#igers_seattle #igers_australia #me #damana #selfie #pink #woman #girl #woman #pretty #eyes #makeup #darwinAustralia #happy
Because there wasn't any way I would celebrate my first beach day of the year without breaking out a new bikini;)
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Because it's Friday, and you need a drink.
"Uh, it's not Friday."
"What? What day is it? Monday!? Still!? WTF! This calendar says every day is Monday. Except for Sunday. And that just reads "tomorrow's Monday, you're screwed." Oh s*** I really need a drink now, can't wait for Friday.
Wait a minute. What?
The former Saint George's Presbyterian Church, which stands on busy Chapel Street in St Kilda East, is a well known and loved local landmark, not least of all because of its strikingly tall (33.5 metre or 110 foot) banded bell tower which can be spotted from far away. In the Nineteenth Century when it was built, it would have been even more striking for its great height and domineering presence. Designed by architect Albert Purchas, the former Saint George's Presbyterian Church is often referred to as his ecclesiastical tour-de-force, and it is most certainly one of his most dramatic and memorable churches.
The former Saint George's Presbyterian Church was constructed on a plot of land reserved in Chapel Street for the Presbyterian Church of Victoria in 1866. Initially services were held in a small hall whilst fundraising efforts advanced the erection of a church. The architect Albert Purchas was commissioned to design the church and the foundation stone for the western portion of the nave was finally laid in April 1877 by Sir James McCulloch. The first service was held in the church on the 1st of October 1877. The first clergyman of the former Saint George's Presbyterian Church was the Reverend John Laurence Rentoul (father to world renown and much loved Australian children's book illustrator Ida Rentoul Outhwaite). However, the swelling Presbyterian congregation of St Kilda and its surrounding districts quickly outgrew the initial Saint George's Presbyterian Church building, so Albert Purchas was obliged to re-design and enlarge the church to allow a doubling in capacity. Robert S. Ekins was the contractor and his tender was £3000.00. It is this imposing church building, reopened in 1880, that we see today. The "Australasian Sketcher with Pen and Pencil" noted that the total length of the building was 118 feet and 6 inches (36 metres), by 40 foot (12 metres) wide and that the striking octagonal tower to the north-west was 110ft 6 in high. It perhaps reflected better the wealth and aspirations of the congregation.
The former Saint George's Presbyterian Church is constructed on bluestone foundations and is built in an ornate polychromatic Gothic Revival style in the tradition of English designers like William Butterfield and John L. Pearson. Built of red brick building, it is decorated in contrasting cream bricks and Waurn Ponds freestone dressings. It features a slate roof with prominent roof vents, iron ridge cresting and fleche at the intersection of the nave and transepts. The front facade of the church is dominated by the slender, banded octagonal tower topped by a narrow spire. The entrance features a double arched portal portico. The facade also features a dominant triangular epitrochoidal (curved triangular form) rose window. The church, like its bluestone neighbour All Saints Church of England, is built to a T-shaped plan, with an aisleless nave, broad transepts and internal walls of cream brick, relieved with coloured brickwork. The former Saint George's Presbyterian Church was one of the first major church design in Melbourne in which polychrome brickwork was lavishly employed both externally and internally.
The inside of the former Saint George's Presbyterian Church is equally as grand as the exterior, with ornamental Gothic Revival polychromatic brickwork, a lofty vaulted ceiling, deal and kauri pine joinery and pulpit and reredos of Keene's cement. The building originally contained a complete set of Victorian stained glass windows by well known and successful Melbourne manufacturers Ferguson and Urie, all of which remain intact today except for one of the non-figurative windows which was replaced by a memorial window to Samuel Lyons McKenzie, the congregation’s beloved minister, who served from 1930 to 1948, in 1949. The earliest of the Ferguson and Urie windows are non-figurative windows which feature the distinctive diaper pattern and floral motifs of Fergus and Urie's work, and are often argued to be amongst the finest of their non-figurative designs. The large triple window in the chancel was presented by Lady McCulloch in memory of the ‘loved and dead’. Another, in memory of John Kane Smyth, the Vice-Consul for the United States of America in Melbourne, has the American Stars and Stripes on the top ventilator above it. An organ by Thomas C. Lewis of London, one of the leading 19th century English organ builders, was installed in the south transept in 1882. It was designed to blend with its architectural setting, with pipework styled to avoid the obstruction of windows. The action of this organ was altered in 1935, but the pipework, and the original sound, have been retained.
Over the years many spiritual and social activities were instituted at Saint George’s, Presbyterian Church some of short duration such as the Ladies’ Reading Club which operated between 1888 and 1893. There were segregated Bible classes for young men and women, the Presbyterian Women’s Missionary Union, formed in 1892, a cricket club and a floral guild. Guilds teaching physical culture for girls, boys and young men began in 1904. They were entirely financed by John Maclellan and the idea extended to other denominations throughout Victoria. John Maclellan died in 1936 and the guilds ceased at Saint George’s Presbyterian church through lack of funds although in 1977 the members of the girls’ guild were still holding bi-annual reunions and raising money for charity. Sadly, the Presbyterian congregations may have been large in the Nineteenth Century, but by St George's Presbyterian Church's 110th centenary, its doors had already closed during the week due to dwindling numbers and an ageing congregation as a result of the general decline in church attendances after the Second World War exacerbated by the changing nature of St Kilda and the decrease in numbers of residents living in the vicinity of the church. So it stood, forlorn and empty and seemingly nothing more than a relic of a glorious but bygone religious past. However in 1990, Saint Michael's Grammar School across the road leased the Victorian Heritage listed building during weekdays, and it was eventually sold to them in 2015. It now forms part of the school's performing-arts complex, and it has a wonderful new lease of life.
St George's Presbyterian Church is sometimes hired out for performances, and I had the pleasure of receiving an invitation to hear Handel's Messiah performed there in 2009. The ecclesiastical acoustics made the performance all the more magnificent. I remember as I sat on one of the original (hard) kauri pine pews, I looked around me and admired the stained glass and ornamental brickwork. I tried without success over several subsequent years to gain access to the church's interior, settling for photographs of the exterior instead, but it wasn't until 2018 that I was fortunate enough to gain entry to photograph the church's interior. The former St George's Presbyterian Church was opened up to the public for one Sunday morning only as part of Open House Melbourne in July 2018. It was a fantastic morning, and I am very grateful to the staff who manned the church for the day and watched bemused as I photographed the stained glass extensively and in such detail.
Albert Purchas, born in 1825 in Chepstow, Monmouthshire, Wales, was a prominent Nineteenth Century architect who achieved great success for himself in Melbourne. Born to parents Robert Whittlesey Purchas and Marianne Guyon, he migrated to Australia in 1851 to establish himself in the then quickly expanding city of Melbourne, where he set up a small architect's firm in Little Collins Street. He also offered surveying services. His first major building was constructing the mansion "Berkeley Hall" in St Kilda on Princes Street in 1854. The house still exists today. Two years after migrating, Albert designed the layout of the Melbourne General Cemetery in Carlton. It was the first "garden cemetery" in Victoria, and his curvilinear design is still in existence, unaltered, today. In 1854, Albert married Eliza Anne Sawyer (1825 - 1869) in St Kilda. The couple had ten children over their marriage, including a son, Robert, who followed in his father's footsteps as an architect. Albert's brother-in-law, Charles Sawyer joined him in the partnership of Purchas and Sawyer, which existed from 1856 until 1862 in Queens Street. The firm produced more than 140 houses, churches, offices and cemetery buildings including: the nave and transepts of Christ Church St Kilda between 1854 and 1857, "Glenara Homestead"in Bulla in 1857, the Melbourne Savings Bank on the corner of Flinders Lane and Market Street (now demolished) between 1857 and 1858, the Geelong branch of the Bank of Australasia in Malop Street between 1859 and 1860, and Beck's Imperial Hotel in Castlemaine in 1861. When the firm broke up, Albert returned to Little Collins Street, and the best known building he designed during this period was Saint. George's Presbyterian Church in St Kilda East between 1877 and 1880. The church's tall polychomatic brick bell tower is still a local landmark, even in the times of high rise architecture and development, and Saint, George's itself is said to be one of his most striking church designs. Socially, Albert was vice president of the Royal Victorian Institute of Architects for many years, before becoming president in 1887. He was also an inventor and philanthropist. Albert died in 1909 at his home in Kew, a wealthy widower and much loved father.
Because of the great fire wall of Chinese policy, it's so hard to cross the limit to visit flickr, so I could not reply my dear friends, I'm so sorry about that and please forgive me,thank you so much and hope my friends can still hit on me！由于中国网络原因，访问flickr很困难，速度很慢，所有暂时没有办法一一回应各位好友，请朋友们见谅！还请各位好友继续关注我！
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Hawks are just so beautiful aren't they! I just loved this because it seems so rare to see them on the ground, and how his color and the grasses all go so well together!!
A shot of WHY he was on the ground is over on My Photoblog, check it out!(Heads up, some more "Wild Kingdom" coming at ya!)
Because everyone's doing it.
(Yes, that's a non-production silver visor. No, I won't trade with you.)
Bricklayer's Arms English Pub Shoreditch London Corner of Rivington Street and Charlotte Road EC2 Closed and Boarded-up because of Covid-19 Lockdown. Girls in Shorts
Because large parts of the newly built airframes are made from modern light-weight materials, the upgraded Jaguars are lighter and more manoeuvrable than the original aircraft. Combined with the new F-125JN engines, their terrain masking and air-to-air combat capabilities are much improved as well.
The 336 and 338 squadrons also conduct occasional armed reconnaissance sorties, although recce missions are in most cases carried out by UAVs these days.
Redux of my old Jaguar "semi-model", with new wings, an overall smoother appearance as well as a number of other minor tweaks.
Because of the great fire wall of Chinese policy, it's so hard to cross the limit to visit flickr, so I could not reply my dear friends, I'm so sorry about that and please forgive me,thank you so much and hope my friends can still hit on me！由于中国网络原因，访问flickr很困难，速度很慢，所有暂时没有办法一一回应各位好友，请朋友们见谅！还请各位好友继续关注我！
My pro account is out of time，thank you my friends here for supporting me what a long time！！May I have a pleasure to receive a pro gift from you？我的pro账号到期了，感谢朋友们长期以来的热心支持！！有好心人能赞助一个pro账号给我吗，在此先表感谢！！
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I always think of the Isetta as an Italian car, mainly because they initially were – BMW bought the license and redesigned them. The car fascinates me because I had a friend in high school whose parents owned one (I think the Italian version) and I rode in it a number of times. Riding in it was frightening – the streets were crowded with early 1960’s American behemoths and here we were in a slow vehicle with no hood and thin sides….
If my calculations are correct, the engine for this car (247cc) is 15 cubic inches, or 21% the size of the engine for the Sears Motorcycle (70.62 cubic inches or 1157 cc) in the adjacent picture.
Sources:
This Isetta: www.woodlandautodisplay.com/1957isetta.shtml
Isetta’s overall: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isetta
25th Annual CAF Conference Day 1 at the Willard International Hotel. This is the first time that the conference is a hybrid because of COVID. Oct 18, 2021 Washington DC © Rick Reinhard 2021 email rick@rickreinhard.com
...because Spring in England can mean rain, sun, wind...and god knows what else. Could be grey (gray?) skies again tomorrow :(
Because of its long and slender neck, the Australasian Darter is sometimes called the snakebird. Usually inhabiting freshwater wetlands, darters swim with their bodies submerged beneath the water’s surface.
This one was quite happy to sit and have his portrait taken.
Because birthday, full moon, banging dress, new haircut, fresh make up, nice buzz, and nowhere to go.
July 2021
(Title because of the lyric: “Throw a stone and watch the ripples flow, Moving out across the bay, Like a stone I fall into your eyes, Deep into that mystery”)
On Thursday we decided we really needed to take the dogs to the seaside, given they didn’t have the chance in Cornwall- so we packed up the van and drove to North Wales to Talacre Beach. When we got there the tide was quite far out, but Reuben ran around like a crazy dog digging and bursting his ball within 10 minutes. Fox was a lot more composed and took a bit of a lead from Reuben but did his own thing, running about in the sand.
There were opportunities to shoot on the beach, but nothing really struck me, but it was when we went back to the van, I noticed this lake of water and wooden posts on the car park. I spent a bit of time finding the right angle, and decided a platform shot was the only real option, given that I wanted to capture some reflection.
I thought about something Matt said to me recently, about one of my images reminding him of a Russian Sci-Fi where all the people seem distant and automated, and I wanted to try and get something similar going on here- distant from the scene yet part of it.
It took ages to edit- mostly because, there was such a lot of negative space, that was also quite bright as it was a cloudy day, that there was nothing of interest- just a wash of brightness. I decided to revisit the land of the layer mask and put into action more of what I learned with Caroline.
Texture is from here. I painted myself out of the texture deliberately, and yes, my hair is currently orange.
Please Forgive Me- David Gray Thanks to Wendy Mann for reminding me about this CHOOON! XX
Because Acadia's coast is young, sandy shores are rare. However at Sand Beach, the park's largest feature of this type, shore currents have shifted the tons of sand that the sea eroded from the rocks.
Because my My Happy Garden baby quilt is too baby-sized, I'm aiming for this to become at least a lap-sized quilt for my brother for Christmas.
I bought a number of Munki Munki pieces from Kerri at Sew Deerly Loved, and also got a few charms in swaps with Leah and Amisha. Currently, I have 16 12" blocks made and I think 44 6" blocks made. I've exhausted my supply of Munki Munki for now, and I have a layout in mind that will get me a 54" square quilt.
However...there was that Heather Ross studio sale, right? So, I was thinking of seeing if I would get *any* Munki Munki out of that, and continue to improvise the layout based on that. The delay is furthered by the fact that I actually live in Canada and am hoping that Heather's able to send the package to my cousin, who can then forward it to me.
All in all, I'll be very satisfied if it all gets done by December!
Who am I really? Well I'm wild, funky, wishing I lived in the 50's/60's era. I'm a 50's housewife stuck in a rainbow colored unicorn, roaming free.
My skin is like a lot of other people, though when I joined I have to say that my skin was a freebie of Belleza and the store was just starting out. I was so stoked because it was the best thing back then. Now I'm sporting and loving my pink fuel skins, but when I'm feeling funky I'll toss on one of mine. But on this skin is also the Belleza neon eyeshadow that came as an awesome surprise for a FLF. As it comes to skins I love basic skins that are light in skintone, though when I started you could have been fooled by my tan that I loved to flaunt. Back then I didn't change skins often in fact, I think for the first year I wore one skin. I do love plastik's make-up's with skins as well, she's so creative and funky in her awesomeness.
My eyes, since I can remember I used to wear Negopasi eyes er... and I'm probably spelling that wrong as it was a very funky name from a chick who's name was DirtTrashZipper (think thats it). Her eyes were insane cheap and so WOW! Like I still go there now adays and get her eyes. But under my lids that are closed right now you would happen to find my newest addiction called Insufferable Dastard eyes. Shine V2 eyes are absolutely breath taking and remind me of my own RL eyes. I normally wear the green eyes, but the grey and blue are just as amazing as well. Heck when I started SL all I wore was green eyes because I so love green eyes in RL, they are to me what guys say they get lost in my pools for eyes which kind of creeps me out...
When I first started SL I had blond and red hair, blond on top and red hair underneath to be different. All the chicks where I lived were sporting that black underneath and the blond on top look, accept my friend Jen who rocked hot pick hair all the time (think my little pony from lamb.. oh yes she did). Wanting to be different than everyone I asked my normal stylist at the time what I could be do, and she said the red would bring out my blue eyes so much with the blond. So we went for it and little did we know I ended up with pink hair two months later because they blended together. Hair I can never pin down because in SL I am a hair whore. WHORE... I tell ya! lol. When I first started I wore blond and red hair from magika and it was like the ONLY style she did like that too so totally stoked me iRL. Now I wear everything from like in this picture, Exile to magika and wasabii pills, analog dog, to my own which I don't sell to anyone cause I'm weird like that shursh.
How can I tell you what my style is, when I started of saying I'm a wild funky 50's era housewife stuck in a rainbow colored unicorn? Ummm that should tell you I cannot ever stick with just one thing.... like ever. I LOVE bright colors to the extreme which so brings out my 80's child in me. And I love the cute and kawaii as well from japan, its so CUTE like SUPER CUTE. iRL I have my phone covered with hello kitty ok? So that should tell you that I'm like super in love with it even being 28yrs old. I adore the sultry side of steampunk and the hard edge of cyberpunk, being naked with nothing but a long hair on. Wearing a corset with garters and jeans underneath.
How can one describe their personality when its like trying to stick an ADHD child into a chair for hours. I have ADD personally and it can get seriously bad some days but I trod on and keep going. I try my hardest to be sweet and nice to everyone giving them the benefit of the doubt really before I start pointing fingers and being a twatcake. I had a lot of emotional trauma when I was younger which left me scared a lot even now, but I hide all that with a smile. The main reason I own a store is because it keeps me busy and keeps my mind occupied on so many things at once so I don't fall into my mindless ruts which get me thinking and when I say thinking its not really the good type of thinking. OK so onto the happy stuff, I'm a bright bubbly chick who is just funkayyyyy.
I'm going to conclude with who I look up to really, and that's my grandmother who I loved so much. She told me I could be and do anything really, even after she saw my first tattoo which I think shocked the hell out of her. When times were tough she was there patting my back telling me things would be just a 'ok'. So between her and rainbow bright I think I covered it all... Thanks for looking!
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Because it makes a dandy flower vase, can be used to carry water or sweet tea to the hay field, in a pinch it can be used to can food from your garden. Some times it's even been known to hold a quart of liquid lightnin', There are a thousand other uses also.