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~♥GoodBye Story♥~
~"Do You Know Why I Chose You Story?" The Man Asked As He Stood In Front Of Her.
Story Said Nothing As She Stayed Tied Tightly To The Metal Chair. She Kept Looking At Her Feet Trying To Figure Out A Way Out, A Way Free. She Could Hear The Sound Of Cars, But Where Were They? Near A Highway? In A Little Shack Maybe? The Room Of A Store? Where Ever She Was She Knew She Had To Get Out, Get Out And Find Her Sister. The Man Slowly Walked Around Story, Not Taking His Eyes Off Her.
"I Chose You Because Of The Fact You Are Different. Different In ways You Could Never Imagine. If You Would Just Give In, Let Me Help You. Together We Could Take What We Deserve. Get Treated How We Deserve." The Man Then Stopped Right Behind Her, Leaning In To The Point He Was Right By Her Face.
"The World Could Be Ours Story. No One Would Treat You Different. They Would Treat You Like A Queen. Don't You Want That?" Story Took A Second To Think Before Realizing, It Was What She Wanted But At What Cost?
"I Bet There Are A Lot Of People You Would Love To See Begging For Mercy. On There Knees Willing To Give You Anything You Wanted. Money, Clothes, Maybe Even Love." That Word. Love. Had A Strange Affect On Her, Made Her Feel As If She Was Floating On A Cloud. It Could Just Be The Fear Mixing With Panic? Either Way Love Was A Word She Didn't Quite Understand. The Man Was Now In Front Of Her.
"What Do You Want Story?" The Man Asked Story Thought For A Minute. What Did She Want? Freedom Was One But She Knew He Wouldn't Let Her Go. Her Life Back To The Way It Was? You Could Never Go Back In Time. What Happens Is What Is Stuck Forever No Changing It Once It Is Done. Maybe Is Was Food. She Hadn't Eaten Since This Whole Thing Started. The Thought Of Food Made Her Mouth Water. But What Was She Thinking. This Wasn't The Time To Think Of Food, She Was Moments Away From Either Death Or Freedom. She Then Knew What She Wanted. Without A Second Thought She Lifted Her Head Up. Looked The Man Right In The Eyes. And With Tears Forming Said "A New Dad"~
The Sound Of Music Blasted Threw Story's Headphones As She Turned Her Ipod Volume Up. She Looked Out The Window At The Passing Trees As The Car Sped By Them. The Sun Was High In The Sky Meaning It Must Be Around Noon. Story Missed Her Friends Already Even Though They Just Started Driving Away From Her Old Home. Why Did They Have To Move? Why Was It Every Time Mom Got A Letter They Were Packing Before You Could Even Think? Questions That She Knew Would Never Be Answered.
"Story! Turn That Down!" Toni Yelled As She Yanked The Head Phones Out Of Story's Ears. Story Then Slapped Her Hand Away.
"Don't Do That!" She Yelled Back. Toni Was Her Older Sister, Only By A Year Though. She Always Wanted To Act The Boss, When It Was Clear She Wasn't.
"Kids Knock It Off!" Her Mom Yelled As She Turned On The Blinker To Turn. Unlike Toni Her Mom Knew Shes Was The Boss, And Made Sure They Did Too.
"Then Tell Her To Turn The Crappy Music Down." Toni Said Bluntly.
Storys Mother Looked At Her Threw The Rear View Mirror.
"Hunny, Please Turn It Down" She Said Sweetly. Story Smiles And Did As She Was Told, Toni Just Rolled Her Eyes And Looked Out The Window. Story Never Knew Why Her Sister Was Always Mean To Her, Its Like They Were Enemy's Instead Of Sisters. Story Must Have Fallen Asleep Cause Next Thing She Knew Her Mom was Shaking Her Awake.
"Story, We Are Here." Story Sat Straight And Stretched. Toni Was Already Inside The House. Story Unbuckled And Steps Out The Car, Taking In A Big Breath Of...Perfume? Out Of Confusion Story Ended Up Tripping And Falling To The Ground. She Could hear Toni Laughing As She Quickly Got Up To See A Young Boy Around Her Age Staring At Her. Story Could Feel her Face Getting Hot, Witch Meant Her Cheeks Were Soon To Be Red. She Quickly Turned And Ran Past Her Laughing Sister. As She Ran Into The House She Noticed Someone Already Lived Her. A Women around Her Moms Age By The Way She Looked In the Picture On The Fireplace. She Was Standing Next To 2 Little Girls. Or That Could Be The Mom And Who Ever Lives Here Is One Of The Girls? Either Way, Someone Lived Here.
"That Me with My Sister And Mom" A Voice Said From Behind. Story Quickly Turned To See A Women In A Suit Standing Over Her. Her Complexion Stated She Was Around 25. Her Hair Was Well Colored In Auburn With A Black Tone. Her Eyes Were A Darkish Green. And Her Lips Were Shinny With What Must Be Lip Gloss. She Was Tall And Curvy, Like An Hour Glass. Her Suit Had A Tag. 'E. Miller'. That Must Be Her Name Story Thought. Or The Name Of Who Ever She Works For.
"This Is Your House?" Story Asked Taking A Quick Look Around.
"Well, It Is My Moms, But She Is In The Hospital. So I Decided To Stay And Take Care of The Place While She Is Away." Hospital? Story Thought, Then She Realized The Womens Mother Must Be Around 80 Or 90. Not Being Able To Live On Her Own, Or At Least Not Live Alone Healthy.
"Oh...I'm Sorry. Must Be Hard." The Women Looked At The Picture Before Walking To It And Picking It Up.
"Sometimes...It Is Not Like It Was When I Was Younger. Being A Kid...Not Having To Worry About Anything But Playing With Friends." Story Watched As She Then Kissed The Photo And Put It Back Straightly On The Fireplace. By The Way She Was Acting, Her Mother Must Be In Bad Shape. It Made Story Think About Her Mom. Would She Soon Have To Take Care Of The House While She Was Sick In The Hospital? She Was Only 35, So That Must Be A Long Ways Away. Then Again, These Days Perfectly Young And Healthy Women Are Ending Up In The Hospital. So Was It Possible For Her Mom To Also Be In The Hospital? Story Shook The Thoughts Away As The Women Walked Back To Her.
"I'm Bonie" She Said As She Held Out Her Hand. Story Took It And Followed Her Lead Into A Hand Shake.
"I'm Story. Pleasure To Meet You Bonie." Bonie Smiled Sweetly And Looked Twords The Front Door.
"She Must Be Your Big Sister Huh?" Story Turned To See Toni Texting And Leaning Against The Front Door Frame.
"She Reminds Me Of My Older Sister..."
"In What Way?" Story Couldn't Stop Herself From Asking.
"Beauty And Attitude." Storys Mom Walked In With Her Purse In Her Hands. She Walked Over To Us And Smiled.
"I See You Met Bonie Story." Bonie Smiled And Put Her Arm Around Story As If They Knew Each Other Very Well.
"Yes And We Are Becoming Great Friends." Story Smiled To Hide The Fact She Was A Little Creeped Out By Bonies Sudden Arm Around Her Shoulder. Toni Must Have Went To Look Around Cause She Was No Longer At The Door. Story Wished She Could be Her Sister Right Now, Not Having To Stand Here And Pretend To Not Feel Creeped. Matter Of fact, Why Was It Story Was Always Stuck In The Weird Situations? She Tried Not To Get Stuck But Everywhere She Turned There Was Something To Greet Her. Maybe It Was The Same With Toni.
"Good. Story Find Toni. Then Meet Us In The Living Room" Mom Stated As she Walks Into The Living Room, Bonie Followed. Story Walked To The Door Before Stopping Quickly. Meet Us...Why Would Mom Say Us. Story Thought For A second Before Looking Back At The Photo. Could...Bonie Be...Her Moms Sister? Or Maybe An Old Friend? She Had To Be Something For Them To End Up Here. Toni Pushes Past Story Nearly Knocking Her Off Balance.
"Where Is Mom?" She Asked Smiling At The Thought Of Story Falling Again.
"She Wants Us To Meet Her In The Living Room"
"Why?"
"How Should I Know?" Toni Made A Face At Story Then Headed To The Living Room. Story Watched Her Disappear Before Following. That's When She Saw Something She Never Expected. She Stood By Toni Just As Shocked As She Was. Story Knew Something Was Weird About This Arrangement And Why Her Mom Said "Us". It Wasn't That She Was Her Sister...Or Friend....She Was...Her Lover.
A Few Moments Later Her Mother And Bonies Lips Parted And They Were Both Looking At Them. How Could This Be? Her Mom Liked Guys...She Had To Cause Of Th fact She Only Dated Men Back Home. Yet Here She Is...Locking Lips With A Women They Never Met Before. Or...Did They?
"Girls. I Bet This Is Confusing For You Both. Im Sure In Time You Will Understand." Toni And Story Were Sitting Now, Still As Shocked As They Could Ever Be.
"I Hope This Doesn't Mean We Cant Be Friends. I Would Like To Get To Know You Girls More." Bonie Stated. Toni Didn't Seem To Like The Situation Cause She Ended Up Storming Out With Her Mother Chasing After Her. Story Stayed Sitting Staring At The Women She Thought Was Maybe Her Aunt. Or A Family Friend, But No, She Was More Then A Friend. Did This Mean Maybe All Those Letters Were From Bonie Asking Her To Come Live With Her? If So Why Did It Take 6 Towns And 3 Years To Finally Come. Story Had A Lot Of Questions But Didn't Know When The Right Time Would Be To Ask Them.
"Story. I Hope We Can Be Friends" Bonie Said As She Was Suddenly Beside Her. Story Looked At Her For A Second Before Standing Up And Walking Out The Room. She Felt Bad, But she Couldn't Stop Herself. Her Body had A Mind Of Its Own And Didn't Allow Her To Reject. She Went Upstairs And Looked In The Room That Was To Be Hers. The Walls Were Painted Pink With Little Butterflies Splattered All Over It. It Had 2 Windows One Showed The front With All The Houses And Cars. The Other One Was Of A Little Side Yard.
She Could See The Neibor Planting Some Flowers In her Side Yard. She Looked Up And Stared At Story Before Quickly Getting Up And Almost Running Inside. That Was A Weird Way To React. Maybe She Was Shy, Or Thought Story Was A Stalker Taking Pictures Of Old Women For Some Gross Fetish Site. Story Would Never Do That, But The Women Didn't Know That. Toni Grabbed Story By Her Arm And Turned Her To Face Her.
"Can you Believe This?!" Story Yanked Her Arm Away And Walks Out The Room Leaving Toni Confused And Aggravated. Story Headed Downstairs To See Bonie Going Through One Of Her Boxes. She Slowly Reached The Bottom And Watches Bonie For a Few Minutes. She Looked As If She Was Looking For Something. What Could She Want From Her Stuff? Bonie Pulled Out A Picture Of Story And Her Mom. She Stared At It For A Few Minutes Before Seeing Story And Quickly Putting It Behind Her Back Standing Up. Before She Could Say A Word Toni Walked Down The Stairs And Pushed Past Story Causing Her To Stumble. A Few Hours Went By And Everything Seemed To Be Slow To Story. It Felt Like The Hours Were Only Seconds. Toni Never Said A Word Or Even Looked At Mom. Bonie Couldn't Keep Her Hands Off Her When Ever They Weren't Making Out They Were Cuddling. Story Sat And Fixed Up Her Room To Her Liking. Hanging Up Posters And Pictures Of Her Friends From All The Towns She Has Been In. Even A Picture Of Her First Boyfriend. His Name Was Evan Sanders. He Was a Soccer Player And Enjoyed Writing As Well. He Was Tall And Thin Witch Made Him Good At Soccer And being Able To Run Though A Crowed Of Kids Trying To Steal The Ball. He Had Blonde Hair And Tan Skinned Due To The Fact He Was Full Mexican. He Always Wore Name Brand Shirts Such As Hollister And H&M. He Was The First Boy To Ever Actually Want To Be More Then Friends, But Not Want To End Up In The Bed With Her That Night. It Was Hard For her To Let Him Go, And Even Harder To Think Of Him Happy With Another Girl. After She Finished Remembering The Past She Fell Onto Her Bed And Let Her Face Fall Into her Comfy Pillow. It had Been A Long Day And She Was Ready To Sleep. Ready To Dose Off And...
"Knock Knock...May I Come In?" Bonie Asked As She Opend The Door. Story Sat Up And Smiled Slightly. Bonie Walked Over And Sat at The End Of The Bed.
"You Doing Ok? I Mean...Now That You Know Me and Your Mom Are...Together." Story Hadn't Really Given It Much Thought. Should She Be Ok? Or Was It Ok To Be Like Toni And Treat Mom As If She Doesn't Exist.
"I Really Want To Be Friends...I Want You To Be Able To Trust Me. Like I Trust You." What Bonie Did Net Sent Chills Down Storys Spin. Bonie Leaned In And Kisses Story On The Cheek. A Women She just Met Hours Ago...Kissed Her On the Cheek. How Was She Supposed To React? Smile And Kiss Her Back? Run Out The Room Crying? Instead She Smiled And Noded. Bonie Smiled Back And Walked Over To Storys Pictures. She Studied Them As If She Was In An Art Gallery. Story Noticed Something Sticking Out Of Her Pocket, Without Thinking She Sneaked Over And Snatched It. Bonie Turned To See Story Standing There As If Nothing Happened. She Smiled Then Left The Room Shutting The Door behind her. Story Took A Deep Breath Then Sat Back On The Bed. She Looked At The Paper In her Hand And Realized It Was A Picture. She Turned It Over And What She Was Shocked Her. It Was The Picture Of Her And Her Mom...Only...It Wasn't Her...But Bonies Face Stuck Onto Her Body.
And With It, The Words That Will Haunt Storys Memorys Forever. Goodbye Story.
After a New Years Day walk from Star City, ended up at Duddeston Station for a train back to Birmingham New Street.
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I know I've been uploading a lot of Phoebe's pictures, but gosh, I can't help it.
She brings such a huge smile to my face!
Her smile brings such warmth.
She's such a happy little person.
Shy at first, but very open and friendly afterward.
She's very photogenic :)
I bet you would all love her if you met her.
:)
she reminds me of Boo from Monsters Inc :)
As you may know, I follow the Cooks Tour blog by Alison Cook from the Houston Chronicle. In particular, I am a fan of her Burger Friday feature. Sometimes, she'll catch me by surprise. Such was the case with the Salchi-burger at Brisa Cocina Mexicana.
Holy shit.
This mammoth concoction combines:
A delicious grilled bun
A layer of refried beans
A half pound of delicious ground beef
A slice of ham
Chihuahua cheese
Salchi—a Mexican jalapeno sausage
Avocado
Onion
Tomato
Lettuce
Mayo
Scared? You should be. This thing is a complete mess, but a delicious mess. Everything goes SO WELL together. The burger is made with loving care and is perfectly cooked to a juicy doneness.
The burger gets an A.
The fries… breathtaking. I don't think they are double fried, but there is some crunch on the outside of perfectly cooked soft insides. Very, very delicious.
This whole meal gets an A.
Excuse me now, because I am fighting an intense post-lunch coma.
Norio knows Naomi is in the background but is content that he is the subject of this particular image.
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies—
The Heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King—
Balans of Soho, established in we know not when describes itself as a "restaurant, bar and haven for the convivial". If I had to describe it in a word it would be 'funccentric' - which means both fun, eccentric, AND centred around fun (I just made this word up, is that OK?). Convivial indeed. With a substantial breakfast offering and a small but carefully decided menu, they seem to focus more on modern European food and drink (though there are a fewâ¦non European culinary curveballs thrown in). They also stay open 'til late, living up to that precedent set by their first outlet in Soho - a place where people seem to have a higher tolerance for drugs and less of a need for things like 'sleep' and 'water'.
Back to their Kensington outlet. Take a look at the decor. Yes, that's Captain Scarlett on the wall. Yes, that's a tree (albeit not a real tree - I actually asked) growing out of the floor. The atmosphere here lives up the branding - our waiter for the evening, David, was an English guy with a habit of singing as he worked. Yeah, actually singing. When was the last time you saw that in a restaurant?! In fact, I don't think I can recall the time I have seen such a happy waiter. It was infectious. A happy infection spreading through West London. The wait staff all wear checked shirts - which reminds me of one of the agencies I used to work at. Kinda weird but familiar. Like my family. I'm OK with it.
The manager Darko ("like Donny Darko!") who was also excellent - was also happy to recommend new and exciting alcoholic substances. Since I'd basically had every whisky and gin on their menu, he introduced me to olfactory orgasm that is Plantation's 20 year XO rum. It is THE best rum I have ever had (admittedly I'm not a rum expertâ¦.yet/ever), and at around only £45 a bottle (retail, not in Balans) - is a goddamn steal. This place is a bit silly and a lot of fun. Recommended!
The Ancient Greek aphorism "know thyself" or "gnothi seauton," is one of the Delphic maxims and was inscribed in the pronaos (forecourt) of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi according to the Greek writer Pausanias. It is sometimes attributed to having origins in Ancient Egypt and that is generally where conversation ends. However, the term is also known to ancient Sanskrit as "Atmanam Viddhi" and is a core concept of Yoga, the practice of self-realization delineated in a manner similar to our modern scientific method. I would like to trace the etymological roots of the Sanskrit, however, I have not the time at the moment. So it goes.
I know everyone's real name, but I only remember a few of their character names. I can tell you that most of the ladies in these photos either single-handedly made their outfit or they helped make their outfit. Only very few of them cannot sew. They're all so amazing!
"you know, it's funny how different our situations are, but somehow, we share and go through the exact same feelings".
The Green Lynx (doesn't that sound like some kinda superhero name??) casts a creepy-crawly shadow onto her leafy perch
Today in the shop I was approached by young man saying to me: "Hey, I know you from Flickr". Actually same moment I recognized him too. That was Rui Guerra actually my neighbor whom I have never met before, such pleasure to talk with him for a while, really positive and sympathetic guy. I did not have camera with me to make photo of him but at least I can show nice channel on which is his home.
It seems putting my face in public can have positive effect too. :)
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I know what my wife would say about this (and in this case I'd agree!) : "you spend a ton of money on a beautiful entry, and then you stick a sign on the door with cheap plastic suction cups!"
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In nine lifetimes, you'll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you.
- Michel de Montaigne -
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You Don’t Know Jack Food Truck at Fry’s Electronics in Burbank
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haha , so you know how mark ballas is like my faaaaavorite person ? i know , you don`t . hehe , you`d only know that if you were following me on twitter ! sooo he replied to me ! i`ve been wishing for a reply from him since like march , when i first started twitter . TODAY IS A GOOD DAY FOR ME :D hehe , it sucked before , but now i`m on cloud freaking 12 . just thought i`d throw that out there . . . oh yeah , and under that is my comment to him , cause some mofos were being retarded and decided to pick on him and his girlfriend . . . laaame . i was sick of him getting picked on so i had to say something . i hate it when ANYONE gets put down over the internet . like idc if you say something about someone you don`t like , but saying that TO them , i mean REALLY ? cool it and get a life . but yeah , huuuge checkpoint in my little pathetic life , lol (: <3
"When the knee deep gets waist high stay rising". This is the sort of street art that really intrigues me - a conversation between the artist and the viewer that one only really notices when you feel the beat of the city through the soles of your shoes - Know Hope - Visiting artist from Tel Aviv.
Tree Lighting Ceremony & Holiday Magic Marketplace - Royal Oak 2010
part of a set
posted to www.motorcityblog.com
Know where to find the sunrise and sunset times and note how the sky looks at those times, at least once.
Marilyn vos Savant
Know for winter sports St. Mortiz hosts the Polo World Cup on Snow and skier/horse races around the frozen lake. Shown here the Suvretta House is a classy hotel perfect for a ski vacation.
I don't know if anyone ever reads my descriptions, but I write them anyway, so there!!
Was out today (August 20th 2021) on a forced vacation day, from 9:30AM til' almost 4PM. 80F today but it felt like 100F. This is a very active line and I probably flicked 20 freights today. 750+ flicks. By the time I get rid of a few duplicates, and bad ones, I'm guessing it'll be about 700 +/-. 700 to straighten, fix any color issues, upload, and also ID the writers. It's lots of time and as you can imagine, it's a lot of work, but so far it's been fun. I'm trying to not rush myself to post before I'm ready. I already have the flicks, and they're timeless. So getting them posted ASAP!!!!!! is not really my concern. Duh..
Had an interesting interaction with a guy while out there. Guy with backpack had walked back and forth across the tracks a few times. The lat time I saw him he was on the other side of a set, about 100 yards away. Next thing you know he's coming closer..... Closer..... And I'm like WTF? I'm way out here minding my own business. He walks within' like 10 ft. of me and I say "How ya' doin'?" he says something, and then says "Trains?" and I say "Yep." and he says "Oh.." and walks away. I think he was feelin' me out, as there's a small population of people who's homes are shall I say, mobile. I've talked to a few of them, and have never had a bad interaction, I just don't like people walkin' up on me when I'm trying to get away from the rest of the world out by the tracks. I go out there to get away from people, not to interact.
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I follow some other amazing photographers on flickr, but for this I will talk about the ones who flick the freights. There are a few that I really love. Some it's because of the great locations they shoot at, and others it's the amazing little details they manage to capture. For me (right now) I don't have the luxury of walking the lines and seeing pieces static. 99.999% of my flicks the freight is rolling by at 10-50 mph and sometimes I don't really even know what I have until I get home, dump the memory cards and go through the photos. Because of this, most of my flicks are just straight on shots and documenting what I saw and where. I saw this freight here, on this date, here's what was on it, and i captured it. Buffed or scraped next week, well I have it on "film" for future generations (sounds corny, I know). There are times when a freight will stop in-front of me, and I'll walk up and get some shots of monikers, but it's rare.
Obviously in any area there are sidings where freights park for extended periods, I know a few spots, but as I get older, and older, do I really want to leave my car parked on the side of the road and walk 2 miles to capture some little details I might normally miss? I'd love to, but it's just not practical for me at this time, any many other people do it better than I could. Retirement is getting closer every day, maybe then, when my weekdays are free. :-)
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During the Covid lockdown, I was working from home, and I was getting out benching like 2 & 3 times a month. Back at work, I'm lucky to have the energy to get out once a month. Every time I do manage to get out, I come home and my batteries feel re-charged. It's been so f-ing hot here in SoCal though, I can't wait for cooler weather and some clouds in the sky.
As always, thanks to the writers!
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