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in the eyes of a cat I read a dumb question: why did you come?.in the wasteland the only stone that has heated up during the day and on it sits a nice cat..I am often asked why I like cats? A cat is a symbol of freedom and independence. They rarely show aggression. They are our doctors. They are just very, very cute:)
Why try to do normally in these dangerous times?
what is so important that you put your life at risk?
look..he doesn't even have his nose covered..
so dumb n self-destructive
cover yer nose and mouth
keep yer distance...now more important than ever
wash n sanitize yer hands
be smart n alert
BE SAFE
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Sometimes it pays to be lucky. 255 crosses the long fill and Black Creek bridge at Stoutsville, MO in quite literally the final light of a June day. The moon is rising over the scene, providing the cherry on top to this stroke of luck.
Im not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But Im having fun
I think Im dumb
Or maybe just happy
My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
Well float around
And hang out on clouds
Then well come down
And I have a hangover
Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up
................ Nirvana..............
We spotted this sign on the side of the road on our way home from Inverell, NSW today. In times of drought farmers can allow their sheep to feed alongside the highways where there is still some grass to be had - I have heard it called "the long paddock". We were surprised and sad to see the dry, dusty paddocks which haven't see rain for months.
We arrived home late this afternoon after almost 9 hours on the road. It was a long trip and the monotony was relieved by the sights of seeing the sheep wandering along the highway and a little further on, some cattle.
Hello. Is anybody out there?
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Agatha Christie's childhood doll at her Summer home, re-imagined by me.
“Poirot and I behaved in the customary fashion of people being shown over houses. We stood stock still, looking a little ill at ease, murmuring remarks such as: "Very nice." "A very pleasant room." "The morning-room, you say?”
- Agatha Christie, Dumb Witness
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【Sad and Scary Song】"Come Out And Play" Creepy Music Box】
Remember as a child you
wanted to
run away
TO the Circus
the Big Top
and all the magic it contained
and now …
now you want to
run away
FROM the Circus
the Clowns
and all the painted faces
white like ghosts and ghouls
perpetual grins like Cheshire Cats
that twist into grotesque
gargoyles pouring out
all the venom of the darkest world
oily greasy eyes on stalks
stalking through the jungle
of cemented towers
of demented glowering
demons
devils in disguise
but they cannot hide their eyes
their twisted souls that reek
and nasty games of hide and seek
whispering in corners
let them speak
it amuses me just a little
to hear them as they prattle
coughing their death rattle
cough it up
it may be a gold watch
more likely though it will be
a cockroach
or a deathwatch
beetle like
a Coachman's Staghorn
I stifle a yawn
it is tiring me out
watching the same old faces
in the same old places
sticking in their oars
sticky beaks
opening up their festering sores
no use to resist
no use in fighting
theirs is the proverbial lost cause
and they do not fall on their swords willingly
but their long and blackened tongues
lick the ground I walk upon
and trip them up until one fateful Halloween Night
they lose their fight
at last
they lose
their fight
and as for me
I am far too polite
to tell you where the bodies are buried
but listen out on Halloween
keep hidden; do not let yourselves be seen
and you will see them rise again
dark figures with hollowed cheeks and eyes
bones clanking
rags clinging
mudslinging still despite their untimely foul demise
and if you listen on the breeze
and hear behind you someone wheeze
who knows
that someone may be them
who knows
they may try to still condemn
me or you or anyone
they are not fussed
they do not trust
they lie and cuss
drag chains that rust
but hark, hark
the dogs begin to bark
as nightfalls down like a blackened cloak
somewhere close by
someone begins to choke
stay still
be quiet
throughout the night
for they will come for you
but on the morning after Halloween
if you wake up to see the dawn
and everything that went before was just a dream
stretch out your limbs; a stifled yawn
or was it just your imagination …
that crawling skin; that weird sensation
the tiniest seed of doubt
has only just been born
the tide is turning round about
hurry by the long tall fields of corn
WATCH OUT!!!!!
WATCH OUT!!!!!
the final shout ...
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...as a box of rocks.
Iron-stone concretions to be cracked open looking for fossils. There is an area south of Chicago where the land was strip-mined for coal. The overburden of soil contains fossils from the Pennsylvanian era. These fossils were composed of plants and animals living in a very shallow sea and swamps. These organisms died and were buried in an iron rich mud. Over millions of years, they fossilized inside these brown iron rich concretions. Fish, insects, plants of all kinds, leaves, amphibians, arthropods and Illinois only State fossil, the Tully Monster. This lagerstatten is called Mazon Creek. A lagerstatten is a place where there is a concentration of fossils of great variety and of one geologic era. These concretions come in many sizes and are usually flattened ovals to round stones of this brownish color. They are strewn in the overburden and weather out or are dug out of the ground. One needs to crack them open by repeatedly freezing and thawing them or by using a rock hammer to open them. Maybe one in 30 yield a recognizable fossil.
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Yes, its just a duck. Now either this Black-bellied Whistling Duck is one dumb bird that flew 2,000 miles north of where it should be, or its an escapee. In either case, it has created some interest among the local birders and photographers.
There is no photo manipulation in this shot. I took this shot while cruising down the South Branch of the Chicago River. The building with all the windows was the focus point and the reflections are from the other side of the river. When I went to process this shot, I realized that there was another building in the background that closely mimiced the building in the reflection as to width and lining up with the building reflection. Dumb luck I say :-)
1. you do not have a tripod -- yea, dumb me, I didn't have one with me.
2. you have not had food for 12 hours -- yea, dumb me, again, I was so hungry my hands were shaking like crazy.
3. you do not have proper winter clothes on -- yea, dumb me, yet again. Hungry, frozen to half-death and delusional, I must have acted like a drunk fool.
I was dumb, please do not repeat my mistakes. :)
it wasn't a pretty sight, trust me
None of the above are true except that this Brown Pelican perched on this branch of the old dead tree lodged in the open area of Horsepen Bayou is likely pretty contented after filling himself full of fish and now just wants to relax a bit if that pesky character in the canoe would just leave him alone!
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