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I’ve seen love come and
I’ve seen love walk away
So many questions
Will anybody stay
It’s been a hard year
So many nights in tears
All of the darkness
Trying to fight my fears
Alone so long alone
I don’t know who I’d be
If I didn’t know you
I’d probably fall off the edge
I don’t know where I’d go
If you ever let go
So keep me held in your hands
I’ve started breathing
The weight is lifted here
With you it’s easy
My head is finally clear
There’s nothing missing
When you are by my side
I took the long road
But now I realize
I’m home with you I’m home...
simple for change my head
haha my firends how are you?
im rl also busy
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Lennon Stella & JP Saxe -
Golf On TV
__________________________
I woke up to the bed made
And you're downstairs
Doing the dishes
And my mom's there
She's kind of obsessed with you
I think that I might be too
She thinks that you're good for me
That's not something I'm used to
I keep getting overwhelmed
When I talk about us out loud
'Cause I want you and only you
It's simple as you want me too
Some people wanna switch it up
Like just one love could never be enough
But some people watch golf on TV
And neither of those things make sense to me
Some people think it's supposed to hurt
Like it couldn't be real if it's putting you first
But some people watch golf on TV
And neither of those things make sense to me
You just been so consistent
That stability
It's so healthy
It's confusing me
I'm done with romanticizing
Dysfunction and compromising
You treat me so well, it's weird
But I love how much I like it
Some people wanna switch it up
Like just one love could never be enough
But some people watch golf on TV
And neither of those things make sense to me
Some people think it's supposed to hurt
Like it couldn't be real if it's putting you first
But some people watch golf on TV
And neither of those things make sense to me
If the old me met the new me
She'd probably try to stop me
But I want you and only you
It's as simple as you want me too
Some people wanna switch it up
Like just one love could never be enough
(Never be, never be, never be enough)
But some people watch golf on TV
And neither of those things make sense to me
Some people think it's supposed to hurt
Like it couldn't be real if it's putting you first
(Putting you, putting you, putting you first)
But some people watch golf on TV
And neither of those things make sense to me
“Or do you mean like she might have some sort of chair-related dysfunction?" Her eyes lit up and she leaned in conspiratorially. "Or maybe the chairs offend her, because all chairs are imperfect shadows of the Platonic ideal of a chair. And so she's disinclined to sit. Philosophically.”
― Casey Matthews, The One Who Eats Monsters
19th October 2022.
Opposite the Conservative club, life in Wellington goes on as the government gets ready to implode.
Speaking of the government, a senior Conservative said today -"The dysfunction is too profound, the outrage among Conservatives too loud for any sense of serenity to return".
A prime minister who had already shredded her programme for government and sacked her first chancellor, then, in just one day, loses a home secretary, a senior adviser is suspended.
Speaking privately; a very senior Conservative whose analysis was brutal said Liz Truss's actions have been "unforgivable," "terrible" and "appalling".
"She has stuffed the party, the country, and there'll be a general election."
20th October 2022. Update Liz Truss resigns as Prime Minister.
A tumultuous 44 days.
Who next?
In which my garden robins refuse to indulge in Christmas spirit and share.
We're Here: Christmas Dysfunction
Another shot of an old northern Illinois barn past its prime. Barns as this one have long past seen their usefulness in modern farming. Modern farm machinery, the advent of large scale production, and the general decrease in family farms are all reasons. Also the decrease of livestock farms, which barns were mostly built for,is now done more on large scale feedlot operations. All these factors make for more efficient, albeit more "boring" farming....
But if we don’t do that spiritually, then we’re not understanding the cross; we’re not understanding redemption, salvation—that we’re healed by this downward journey of the Son of God, but he goes with us. There’s Dante now; there’s the journey downward through all the levels of our dysfunction until you find—and I think he’s dead right about that—some originating dysfunction: the Satan whose wings beat the air and create the atmosphere of hell. There’s something in me that’s generating all the different levels of dysfunction. But until I find that, I’m not going to solve it. I’ve got to go all the way down.
--Jordan Peterson, God, and Christianity: The Search for a Meaningful Life
By Chris Kaczor and Matthew Petrusek, Bishop Barron Interview
"Mom is enthralled by the Joshua tree she sees in the desert, which has grown in the direction of the wind rather than standing up straight. The Joshua tree symbolizes the strength and beauty that can arise from dysfunction. the tree'sstruggle is what gives the tree its beauty."
CN L586 crosses the Mississippi River into Iowa with the IANR 4101 leading in phenomenal afternoon light, which for this job is almost unheard of.
These guys had a surprising amount of work across the river on the BNSF side, and they were ready to come back home about 1:00. After they ran around, it was quickly realized the 4101 wasn’t in BNSF’s PTC system. It took them about 3 hours to try everything possible to not run PTC-exempt, and they eventually just did instead.
Meanwhile, on the Iowa side, M338 had come to work Dubuque, but couldn’t due to otherwise blocking L586, who had 33 cars for him. The solution was to let M338 sit at Wood until it was back in the yard. CPKC K39 also showed up during this time, also looking to work Dubuque, and the CN denied them as well.
L586 finally crossed the river at 4:15 PM, 3 hours after they tried to come back. 338 finally began working almost immediately after, which would then prevent L565 from leaving for a few hours, despite that crew being on duty for over an hour. Talk about a mess.
"I'm devoted to destruction
A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction
I'm dying slow but the devil tryna rush me
See I'm a fool for pain, I'm a dummy
Might cut my head off right after I slit my throat
Tongue kiss a shark, got jealous bitches up in the boat
Eating peanut butter and jelly fishes on toast
And if I get stung I get stoked, might choke
Like I chewed a chunk of charcoal
Naked in the North Pole
That's why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul
And only Lord knows when I'm coming to the crossroads
So I don't fear sh! t but tomorrow"
As Luna said under my last pic I should do more fun edits. So here you are Luna :P
Little Dicku. did a pic of us and I was only a model...promise..but during waitingtime I started playing around with windlights and it turns out ...okay let me say it was really bad! Haha...but in the last 5 days I worked on this pic just to calm down in my breaks ..so..Thanks for take a look. And a big THANK YOU to ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴜ. for the amazing pic you did!!!!! I love it so much...maybe you wanna visit ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴜ.´s stream to see his pic and much more amazing artworks. :)
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Hope you had a wonderful weekend guys!
Systemstörung - disfunción
Haus in der Nähe des Hafens von Orzola (Lanzarote)
House near the port of Orzola (Lanzarote)
Celebrating Christmas Dysfunction.
In Austria and across the German-speaking Alpine region, the demonic Krampus character is a crucial part of the holiday season. For some people the holidays are scary enough without throwing a demon beast with a penchant for physical assault into the mix. But if you’re the kind of person who goes to extra-scary haunted houses at Halloween, take heart: That terror doesn’t have to stop just because we’ve entered a season of togetherness and joy.
www.mentalfloss.com/article/71999/9-facts-about-krampus-s...
Sandro Halank, Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 4.0, CC BY-SA 4.0 provided my Krampus, here: commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2019-11-24_Sundays_Medal_...
Thanks also to NASA for the texture I borrowed from Astronomy Picture of the Day here: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap221130.html, Credit & Copyright: Anthony Quintile
Background/foreground is my own work, and additional processing with ParticleShop and Nik Color Efex Pro 4.
Entered in Winter Mystery Challenge, here:
www.flickr.com/groups/challenges_community_group/discuss/...
Big Up! – Dove il caos ha senso
Nel cuore improbabile di Fukuoka, una facciata slabbrata sembra sfidare ogni logica. Scatole ammucchiate, porte di fortuna, scritte scolorite, tubature esposte, eppure… tutto sembra stare esattamente dove deve stare.
Non c’è alcun tentativo di compiacere, nessuna ricerca estetica, ma una verità che trasuda dalla disfunzione apparente.
È questo il fascino: un equilibrio disordinato, una bellezza che non chiede permesso, un invito silenzioso a entrare anche se non sai bene dove ti porterà.
Big Up！– 混沌に意味がある場所
福岡のありふれた一角に、まるで論理を無視したような外観が立っている。積み上げられた箱、即席のドア、色あせた看板、むき出しの配管——それでも、不思議とすべてがあるべき場所に収まっているように見える。
誰に見せようとしているわけでもなく、飾り気のないその佇まいは、混沌の中の真実を語る。
この不思議なバランスこそが魅力だ。美しさは、整っていなくても成立する。
Big Up! – Where chaos makes sense
In the unlikely heart of Fukuoka, a frayed storefront defies logic. Stacked boxes, makeshift doors, faded signs, exposed pipes—and yet… everything seems right where it should be.
There’s no effort to impress, no curated aesthetic—only a raw kind of honesty pouring out of apparent dysfunction.
This is the charm: a disordered balance, beauty that doesn’t ask permission, a silent invitation to enter even if you’re not sure where it leads.
The four seasons are distinctly charted on the calendar. However in real life there is often considerable overlap. Yesterday morning I was out raking leaves and even mowing portions of the lawn. By midday a snowstorm moved into the area, instantly transforming the village into a winter wonderland. There's a certain magic in the first snowfall of the season. It's been that way since childhood. As an adult I've come to appreciate that magic even more. Each year I make it a point to interact with it as much as possible. I love the feeling of excitement and the creative burst that seems to occasion it.
The magic quickly erodes as the season progresses. Each successive winter storm induces a mental beat-down effect that can result in all sorts of mental dysfunction. Winter just makes the outdoor aspects of daily life more tedious. I'm not immune from this, but for now anyway, I'm starting off with a fresh slate mentally speaking. I watch the Doppler radar with fascination as the display is inundated with blue, the color representing snowfall. I head out just as the darkest shade of blue approaches the village. I want to be out in the thick of snowfall, with the sky filled with flakes like a real life snow globe. I love challenging nature like this, avoiding the human tendency to take refuge, and facing my dislike and anxiety about winter head-on. Plus the magic thing. The storm did not disappoint. Wet heavy snow pelted down even though the air temperature remained just above freezing. Snow blanked most of the landscape except for sections shielded by trees, many still filled with leaves. There I found wonderfully conflicted scenes like this, vibrant autumn leaves abutting early winter. The line of demarcation sharply defined, magic intact!
The forecast called for snow last night, so it was no surprise to see it arrive, falling gently and reaching the 3 inches (7 cm) or so predicted as I went to bed. "Amazing," said I, the cat nodding in agreement. Little did we expect that it would continue throughout the night depositing another 10 in. (25 cm). Perhaps they changed the forecast, but I had no way of knowing since the satellite dish is apparently horribly frightened by the slightest mention of weather, typically going into dysfunction mode at even the first drop of rain.
In any event, just when much of the snow had finally and rapidly begun to dissipate, a fresh layer now coats the landscape, heavy and wet with temps right at the freezing mark, providing what may be a final look at a winter wonderland which has admittedly worn a bit heavy this year. However, with temps heading into the 50s (10C) by the end of the week, it should quickly vanish, allowing appreciation of what is always a dramatic and beautiful scene.
(Sky provided by Vintage Findings...and yes, Karen, it is what we used to call "good packing" for snowballs/snowmen)
Oufit-
$$$PL//: DELILAH PONY
Sangelic - "Kumi" Hairbase
UKIYO : alyssah hair pin
Just Magnetized - Wraith Eyebrows
TOP1SALON - HD KYLIE LIPSTICK
TECHNOFOLK_Dysfunction Tattoo
1990 - Autumn Chrome Set
RAWR! Bamboo Heart Earrings
SKN - Alessi Glasses
WORLDWIDE - Brina Top, Harness, Pasties, Corset
Tee*fy Rina Bolero
ISON - kyla summer shorts
This gloomy evening, the jealousy of my heart leads to my mistakes.
And yet,
the sky is with me
even if I lose all the wishes of my life, the sky is with me
Encompassing the burden of my heart and the dysfunction of my thoughts, the fragrance of its loneliness surrounds me
The management at my apartment complex gave everybody a $5 Starbucks giftcard. I joined everyone else with no place else to go this morning, celebrating Christmas Dysfunction with the “We’re Here!” Hereios this morning.
Life in the desert, New Mexico. I couldn't resist doing this one.
Not forgetting:-
Today WAH are visiting Christmas Dysfunction
A dutiful Mom returns to her two chicks after chasing off a juvenile Eagle who had the audacity to encroach upon her territory. Dad was more than happy to watch the action from the comfort of a nearby tree which makes me think Mom is probably rethinking her choice of mates.
Along the banks of the Potomac just a wee bit downstream from Dysfunction Junction (Washington, DC)
“I rose from marsh mud
algae, equisetum, willows,
sweet green, noisy
birds and frogs.”
― Lorine Niedecker
An exhibit by Simon Henselmann: "Bad Gateway" at the Bellevue Art Museum until August 11th, 2019
©️All art credit and Copywrite to Simon Henselmann, Do not attempt to copy or use this photo without the artist's permission.
How is it that these sponsored ads keep popping up with the cure for everything from erectile dysfunction to weight loss to hair resoration, and neuropathy? Do people really believe this shit?
Mr. Dagwood Smith #7 is in the cube! I hadn't had these out for awhile, and a few of the kids are having fun with the cubes.
Unfortunately I believe Dagwood has developed Senile Cognitive Dysfunction, sometimes called dementia. Phew .... outcry, Father, outcry!
PS Just adding, maybe he had a stroke like Chloe did? I don't know, he's not doing so well and has lost a lot of weight.
impressions @ lost place
former spring factory, demolished in 2016
more stuff like this in: 'The W.O.S.-Series'
voila, losy! my napkins live in a basket becuz i use the napkin holder for art...no dysfunction here....
Not sure if this is a Russian bear or if the old saw is completely accurate, but I will say that the state of the union at this point is completely insane, both sides contributing with increasing vehemence to the nonsense. It's pathetic and painful to watch such dysfunction within a political system that clearly is and has been broken for years, regardless of party control.
Based on the “The Misfits” Movie CLIP - Everything Keeps Changing (1961). Both characters Gaylord and Roslyn are having difficulty - divorce. The clip from the movie illustrates their dysfunctions, but also points toward possible healing or more pain. Love the movie.
aka HFF - Erectile dysfunction [#75 in Explore]
insert your own knob joke . . . .
(pun intended)
HFF to y'all, peeps. :)
This is an HDR merge of a few shots taken from the Washington Monument on Easter morning. In spite of the complete dysfunction inside the structure, it's still quite majestic. I'm hoping for a change in leadership in 2018.
Remember when warts were, like, "in"?
I don't mean in style in the fashion sense. I mean "in" as in talked about by advertisers and media. You know... like erectile dysfunction, and depression, and herpes, and all the myriad illnesses championed these days in TV and magazine ads.
When I was a kid, society's concerns (at least in that department) seemed to be simpler... more down to earth. Like dandruff. And bad breath. And stinky pits. And warts.
I remember the wart thing well because I had them. And Compound W ads were, in those days, inescapable. They started with a young woman crying. And someone asking, "Why the tears?" And her choked up reply was a sniffle and a single, painful word: "Warts."
Oh, the humanity.
Still... I guess the advertising worked. Because I tried Compound W. I also tried sliced raw potatoes. And every other going "cure" for warts in the day. Nothing seemed to make a difference. I had superwarts. Apparently immune to any and all human interventions.
I had this one on the inside of my right elbow. It was massive. Composed of many many long rooty things and protruding at least an inch (no exaggeration), it was roughly the size of a pencil eraser. And because it stuck out, it was always getting snagged on things... zippers, hems, sleeve holes, twigs when I was climbing trees.
It reached its peak of glory in about Grade 5. We were outside, high jumping... going over the bar onto a mat composed of chunks of foam, held together with netting. I was in my element. All the kids hated me, but I was fast and springy and a very good jumper. And so... as they raised the bar higher and higher... it came down to just me and one other girl still taking turns while the others stood and watched.
As I rolled across the mat after finishing my last jump, I felt this tugging on my elbow. And because it didn't hurt, I didn't realize I'd basically torn the wart off on the snaggy stringy netting. As I walked back to take my place for the next jump, the other kids started making faces, going "Ewwww!" and pointing and laughing... which (sad to say) was not at all unusual for me. So... again, I didn't really think anything of it. Until I saw all the blood.
I enjoyed a day of elementary school semi-fame... with kids paying positive attention to me. Instead of just making fun of me, they actually tried being nice... just so they could gawk at the gaping bleeding hole in my arm where the wart had been.
We searched some for the wart, too. But it must have ended up on the ground. Or lost somewhere in the spongy chunks of the highjump mat. Whatever. That was the end of my elbow wart. The hole healed and that was that. And that was the end of my warts in general.
Until I turned 40. Suddenly, the warts were back. And not in fun, easy places like my elbow. See that thing just above my eyelid? Yep, it's a wart. And... just like the one I used to have on my elbow, it's made of many rooty things and sticks way out... and it's growing at an alarming rate. I have a new one on one of my fingers, too... and it's not just rooty and sticky-outy... it has nice black hairs growing out of it!!!
The one by my eye will have to be removed (as have several others which were growing on the same eyelid). It's a fast, fairly painless procedure. My doctor dabs them with liquid nitrogen, they dry up and they fall off. Well... most of the time. The one you can see here has already been zapped twice. So I'm hoping it'll be third time lucky.
The one on my finger... that I'm keeping. It's not like it's in the way or anything. And... hmmm... who knows. I may even shoot it one of these days. After all, it's part of me. Part of who I am. Part (as I like to joke) of my Eastern European heritage.
So... yeah. This is me. Warts and all. It was just a test shot, but I really like the light... especially in the tulip leaves.
I've driven by this abandoned railroad car for years and never went inside. I'm glad I decided to stop, it's my new favorite location! Steven Sites came to visit me in Georgia this weekend! You can see his photos from the weekend here. Thanks to Steven for letting me borrow his camera for this! The 5D Mark II with a 50mm f/1.2 = heavenly. I like how this turned out, even though the crop is abnormal and the processing isn't what I normally do.
Check out the before and after here!
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Got woken at 8 by a text informing me that the ENT appointment I had been waiting for and should have been taking place today, was cancelled, but they would ring me about a new appointment. Around ten, I got a phone call - to tell me that someone would be ringing me within the next "one to two weeks" to reschedule. Utterly frustrating - and they didn't offer any advice over what to do over my gummed up ear and sinues in the meantime. Then two Severn Trent water workers knocked on my door - a pipe which they think (they weren't sure) was attached to my property - was leaking into the street. Their boss turned up, they all had a look and didn't manage to sort it out, so went away again. I'd experienced no issue with water pressure, so it may have been a drain issue, or someone in the house behind me, further up the hill having issues. Then it snowed....