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...except for the one pair i own.
Shirt: Work, $10
Dress: Remixed, Joe, $15
Belt: Mall Store, $2 (final clearance..SCORE)
Wedges: Payless, $35
Necklace: H&M, $7
Found Art.
This barely fit into the trunk of our Mini Cooper!
I had to have it though.
I stumbled across this, literally, after photographing a "Give Up" piece on Westheimer back in February. When I unfurled the cardboard and saw the sign I knew I had to have it.
It didn't seem to belong to anyone and from all outward appearances had been laying on the sidewalk for days.
I couldn't figure out which one I liked better....or which picture shows more depth of how im missing my blonde hair.
You tell me, which picture is better?
Anything that tied under my chin was hated by me, often told off for undoing the chin strap or damaging it, I could just about tolerate a sou'wester if it was just loose on my head providing it was large enough to send any rain down the back of my coat rather than the back of my neck.
Heavy cloth coats were also a dislike, school raincoats were fine if they were waterproof, the shower-proof type were poor if long term play was outside in the rain.
At the age of eight in the children's home I found a new adult to do battle with over - me and a sou'wester. The solution by the Sister was to take away my ordinary raincoat and sou'wester, and replace it with a rain coat in the girl's design with a hood attached.
Her thoughts were that I would think of it as a punishment. I was quite happy, my neck no longer got soaked, and adults don't take much notice of girls as they are seldom up to mischief, at a distance my tall thin looks meant I passed for a girl, tall shiny wellingtons in the girls' fashion also helped.
On 8 April 2023, First Lady Mrs Jeannette Kagame attended a play by Jens Dietrich, recounting the consequences of RTLM radio inciting killings during the 1994 Genocide Against the Tutsi, that took place at the Kigali Convention Centre.
I hate fall. Its the worst time in the year. The only thing that doesn't suck, is the amazing light you get, most of the day.
From Friday night's pre-OHC Fest show in Portland, OR at the Black Water Bar. Not Shit, Hate Order, Sunk, D-FY, and Mass Arrest from California played as did Snob from London,England and Judy and the Jerks from Mississippi headlined. After that show a special afterparty commenced with locals Rigorous Institution and a secret guest, Haram from New York City!!! Apparently, Sheer Mag were also in attendance and hopped up to play a set to those that remained around 2:00 am.
well, no. i hate what christmas has turned into over the years. a holiday when the whole family gets together when they haven't seen each other in ages and gives each other pointless presents and fights. the whole idea of christmas just ends up being one big superficial nightmare. pretend to like the presents, forced conversation, forced laughter, forced association. it is a strange sight to see the most religiously reinforced and supposedly genuine holiday become a flight of selfishness, greed, and tawdry. and what do we do to deserve these gifts anyways? stress for weeks over buying and wrapping, and really we are only doing it for the sake of society. people always talk about the "reason for the season" being Jesus and his birth but yet, why does that constitute everyone celebrating society's version of the holiday? poor Jesus. society ends up ruining everything in the end, i suppose.
GGRR presents
TOKYODIONYSOS Release Party
2015/7/11
at EARTHDOM
[Live]
ANAL VOLCANO
CARRE
ENDON
FILTHY HATE
INCAPACITANTS
ISTERISMO
PREPARATIONﾊSET
ZENOCIDE
CHAOSMONGERS
[DJ's]
AIWABEATZ
LOVEJUICE
YWK1
李ペリー
BLACKMONEY
SHOT-ARROW
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dont you just hate it when your pets think they are people? the next thing you know, this guys gonna ask for the car keys. an update of the shark for the starlust/two moons scary beach party. its not in the shop. only on the beach for the moment. the shop had a slight accident, that was in no way my fault. sorry for the not so great picture. its the only one i got off before the shadow viewer barfed pixels all over the place. some viewers just can handle the party lifestyle
blurb below
If any of you know SMERSH, you know we are all about the sharks. We love them, and we think they love us too. well, they hardly ever eat any of us, and we extrapolated from there. we are optimists.
but back to business. the SMERSH shark has taken a long, wondrous journey from prims to sculpties and now, to mesh.
the SMERSH shark comes with a script that makes the sucker swim. just put it in the water and click. it does the rest. if you are adventurous though, theres an editable way points notecard. you can set a lovely route along the perimeter of your secret compound, or what ever you need sharks to um, perimet.
you have to love it. it bites harder if you dont.
SMERSH Shark (mesh) 2 p.e.
Mod, Copy, No Transfer
100 Lindens
The hate group / cult that calls itself Westboro Baptist Church showed up at the Congregation Beth el Binah at the Gay & Lesbian Center 2701 Reagan Street in Dallas, TX on Friday Jun 9. They came to express their hatred of Jews, Gays, Catholics, and Baptists (despite the name of their cult, they aren't actually baptists). They also hate Obama, the Swedish, comic books, and America in general. Local residents organized a counter protest estimated to number 300.
Tucson Arizona bus shelter.
As in other southern locations, there is a flourishing insect population in Tucson so exterminators must have good business.
this is the worst guy on flickr never add him as a friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GGRR presents
TOKYODIONYSOS Release Party
2015/7/11
at EARTHDOM
[Live]
ANAL VOLCANO
CARRE
ENDON
FILTHY HATE
INCAPACITANTS
ISTERISMO
PREPARATIONﾊSET
ZENOCIDE
CHAOSMONGERS
[DJ's]
AIWABEATZ
LOVEJUICE
YWK1
李ペリー
BLACKMONEY
SHOT-ARROW
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Mientras descendía por Ríos impasibles,
sentí que los remolcadores dejaban de guiarme:
Los Pieles Rojas gritones los tomaron por blancos,
clavándolos desnudos en postes de colores.
No me importaba el cargamento,
fuera trigo flamenco o algodón inglés.
Cuando terminó el lío de los remolcadores,
los Ríos me dejaron descender donde quisiera.
En los furiosos chapoteos de las mareas,
yo, el otro invierno, más sordo que los cerebros de los niños,
¡corrí! y las Penínsulas desamarradas
jamás han tolerado juicio más triunfal.
La tempestad bendijo mis desvelos marítimos,
más liviano que un corcho dancé sobre las olas
llamadas eternas arrolladoras de víctimas,
¡diez noches, sin extrañar el ojo idiota de los faros!
Más dulce que a los niños las manzanas ácidas,
el agua verde penetró mi casco de abeto
y las manchas de vinos azules y de vómitos
me lavó, dispersando mi timón y mi ancla.
Y desde entonces, me bañé en el poema
de la mar, lleno de estrellas, y lactescente,
devorando los azures verdosos; donde, flotando pálido
y satisfecho, un ahogado pensativo desciende;
¡donde, tiñendo de un golpe las azulidades, delirios
y ritmos lentos bajo los destellos del día,
más fuertes que el alcohol, más amplios que nuestras liras,
fermentaban las más amargas rojeces del amor!
Yo sé de los cielos que estallan en rayos, y de las trombas
y de las resacas y de las corrientes: ¡yo sé de la tarde,
del alba exaltada como un pueblo de palomas,
y he visto alguna vez, eso que el hombre ha creído ver!
¡Yo he visto el sol caído, manchado de místicos horrores.
iluminando los largos flecos violetas,
parecidas a los actores de dramas muy antiguos
las olas meciendo a lo lejos sus temblores de moaré!
¡Yo soñé la noche verde de las nieves deslumbrantes,
besos que suben de los ojos de los mares con lentitud,
la circulación de las savias inauditas,
y el despertar amarillo y azul de los fósforos cantores!
¡Yo seguí, durante meses, imitando a los ganados
enloquecidos, las olas en el asalto de los arrecifes,
sin pensar que los pies luminosos de las Marías
pudiesen frenar el morro de los Océanos asmáticos!
¡Yo embestí, sabed, las increíbles Floridas
mezclando las flores de los ojos de las panteras con la piel
de los hombres! ¡Los arcos iris tendidos como riendas
bajo el horizonte de los mares, en los glaucos rebaños!
¡Yo he visto fermentar los enormes pantanos, trampas
en las que se pudre en los juncos todo un Leviatán;
los derrumbes de las aguas en medio de la calma,
y las lejanías abismales caer en cataratas!
¡Glaciares, soles de plata, olas perladas, cielos de brasas!
naufragios odiosos en el fondo de golfos oscuros
donde serpientes gigantes devoradas por alimañas
caen, de los árboles torcidos, con negros perfumes!
Yo hubiera querido enseñar a los niños esos dorados
de la ola azul, los peces de oro, los peces cantores.
Las espumas de las flores han bendecido mis vagabundeos
y vientos inefables me dieron sus alas por un momento.
A veces, mártir cansada de polos y de zonas,
la mar cuyo sollozo hizo mi balanceo más dulce
elevó hacia mí sus flores de sombra de ventosas amarillas
y yo permanecía, al igual que una mujer, de rodillas...
Casi isla, quitando de mis bordas las querellas
y los excrementos de los pájaros cantores de ojos rubios.
¡Y yo bogué, mientras atravesando mis frágiles cordajes
los ahogados descendían a dormir, reculando!
Y yo, barco perdido bajo los cabellos de las algas,
arrojado por el huracán contra el éter sin pájaros,
yo, a quien los Monitores y los veleros del Hansa
no hubieran salvado la carcasa borracha de agua;
Libre, humeante, montado de brumas violetas,
yo, que agujereaba el cielo rojeante como una pared
que lleva, confitura exquisita para los buenos poetas,
líquenes de sol y flemas de azur;
Yo que corría, manchado de lúnulas eléctricas,
tabla loca, escoltada por hipocampos negros,
cuando los julios hacían caer a golpes de bastón
los cielos ultramarinos de las ardientes tolvas;
¡Yo que temblaba, sintiendo gemir a cincuenta leguas
el celo de los Behemots y los Maelstroms espesos,
eterno hilandero de las inmovilidades azules,
yo extraño la Europa de los viejos parapetos!
¡Yo he visto los archipiélagos siderales! y las islas
donde los cielos delirantes están abiertos al viajero:
- ¿Es en estas noches sin fondo en las que te duermes y te exilias,
millón de pájaros de oro, oh Vigor futuro? -
¡Pero, de verdad, yo lloré demasiado! Las Albas son desoladoras.
Toda luna es atroz y todo sol amargo:
El acre amor me ha hinchado de torpezas embriagadoras.
¡Oh que mi quilla estalle! ¡Oh que yo me hunda en la mar!
Si yo deseo un agua de Europa, es el charco
negro y frío donde, en el crepúsculo embalsamado
un niño en cuclillas colmado de tristezas, suelta
un barco frágil como una mariposa de mayo.
Yo no puedo más, bañado por vuestras languideces, oh olas,
arrancar su estela a los portadores de algodones,
ni atravesar el orgullo de las banderas y estandartes,
ni nadar bajo los ojos horribles de los pontones.
El barco ebrio - Arthur Rimbaud.
Marius Manole – STEVE
Antoaneta Cojocaru – HELEN
Bogdan Dumitrescu – JERKS
Mihai Cuciumeanu – EMERSON
Iulian Postelnicu – PECA
Rodica Ioana Ionescu - STAMOS
Stage design: Mihai Pacurar
Video: Ioan Cocan
DJ Yann LeBlay
Choreography: Ramona Barbulescu
Theatre director: Carmen Lidia Vidu
“I Hate Helen is not a play! But it surely is something that announces the art form of the next decades. So why don’t you take a look?” Cristina Rusiecki
For how long can you really feel you are not alone?
What about your love life?
And when does the hatred begin?
“I Hate Helen is not a play, or to put it in a better way, it is not only a play. It is more like a movie, a Cartoon Networkly cartoon, a music; it sweats urban legend (snuff is just an example) it is underground and anti-underground at the same time and it is a savoury parody.
These elements, if considered separately, are successful, but if considered together, plus the actors’ performance, they are simply unheard-of and I must say very joyful. It a mixture of multimedia, a chaos finally aligned by the thread of the parody created by the media discourse.” (Sonia Lodi )
An immigrant-hating dog with an American flag takes part in the anti-immigration March to End Sanctuary State rally in Huntington Beach, California, on April 27, 2019. The protest and counterprotest drew about 200 activists brief flare-ups of violence. Five counterprotesters were arrested during the rally.
The hate group / cult that calls itself Westboro Baptist Church showed up at the Congregation Beth el Binah at the Gay & Lesbian Center 2701 Reagan Street in Dallas, TX on Friday Jun 9. They came to express their hatred of Jews, Gays, Catholics, and Baptists (despite the name of their cult, they aren't actually baptists). They also hate Obama, the Swedish, comic books, and America in general. Local residents organized a counter protest estimated to number 300.
New Jersey Attorney General Gurbir Grewal participates on a panel discussion on 'Hate Crimes and Online Extremist Recruitment: Lessons from States and Cities at the Frontline' with Meryl Chertoff, Executive Director, SALPAL; Honorable Terry McAuliffe, Former Governor of Virginia; Honorable Karl Racine, Attorney General of Washington D.C.; and Mary McCord, Director of Litigation, Institute for Constitutional Advocacy and Protection
Georgetown Law at Georgetown Law in Washington, D.C. on Thursday, Feb. 27, 2020. (Office of the Attorney General / Tim Larsen)