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nor lean like the leaves when the breeze would kiss them. There are dawns to which we never open, and singing winds to which our breasts are dumb :-)
Muriel Strode (1875–1964)
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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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From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, boy
My heart said follow through but I know now
That I'm way down on your line
But the waiting feeling's fine
So don't treat me like a puppet on a string
Because I know how to do my thing
Don't talk to me as if you think I'm dumb
I want to know when you're gotta come, you see
I don't want to wait in a vain for your love
I don't want to wait in a vain for your love
I don't want to wait in a vain for your love
Cause summer is here
And I'm still waiting there
Winter is here
I'm still waiting there
Forever waiting......find me at Fleur de Sel
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After waiting for the westbound California Zephyr eight miles west at Emigrant Gap, an eastbound auto train rolls through Shed 10.
So you may be wondering what was the dumb decision I made for this shot. Clearly, I’m very high up for this photo, and getting up there required starting from track level. My friends and I wanted to get the AMICX zig zagging through all the curves prior to the shed, but the issue was we had little clue how to get up there. Eventually, we found a way to gain some elevation, and from there I saw a stupid but nonetheless viable way to get up to the top of the hill. In short, you basically have to climb up the side of a cliff. Completely disregarding all critical thinking, I started climbing and quickly found myself at the top of the hill. It only then hit me getting down was probably not going to be easy, but it was too late for that by this point. Eventually, all four of us found our way up, and after about an hour of waiting our train finally showed up. With our photo secured, we made our slow decent down, it actually wasn’t as bad as I thought, there was just a lot of loose rocks and had to stay extremely aware to not fall.
You're so dumb and poetic
It's just what I fall for, I like the aesthetic
Every self-help book, you've already read it
Cherry-pick lines like they're words you invented
Gold star for highbrow manipulation
And "love everyone" is your favorite quotation
Try to come off like you're soft and well-spoken
Jack off to lyrics by Leonard Cohen
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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.
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Keep me compαnч, don't чou ever let go
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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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On the way up Cat Bells the views are a treat. Here we have Robinson and Hindscarth inviting our boots.
After spending some time following a CN westbound earlier, we saw Kearsley light up for a southbound got our attention, and we were rewarded with our luck and curiosity. After getting some earlier shots, a southbound loaded grain train rolls through the marshy landscape near Rose Center.
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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.
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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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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Bluebells in the woods.
At Scammonden water
Something there is that doesn’t love bluebells in a wood!
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West Yorkshire
FLOWER - GATHERING
Robert Frost
I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I’ve been long away.
...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.
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