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"Sit and Eat against Sit/Lie with Food Not Bombs
Come and eat and sit with Food not Bombs while the shopping class frantically suffer from the effects of mindless consumerism, capitalism and debt."
saint johns bridge
a landmark in portland,oregon;
a place where museums go to be born!
it occurs to me lately that digital photography is merely a series of colorful lies told through the medium of computer file numbers.
10 Gennaio 2015:
Galeotta fu Questa è Roma!
Fabrizio (Payback):
"A Pinù, famo un gruppo insieme?"
Pinuccio (Southern Drinkstruction / Nineleven / Primitive in the Extreme):
"Quando partimo Marinà?!"
Partiti dopo aver trovato in Alessandro "Nob" (Disgusto) un batterista giovane e velocissimo,
mancava sempre il bassista,
altri mesi di prove in tre e finalmente contattiamo l'uomo giusto,
al basso viene a suonare con noi Luciano Gux (Buffalo Grillz / Nineleven / Tentata Strage / Torciless)
A questo punto siamo tutti e si registra.
Otto pezzi sono tutto quello che abbiamo più una cover ed è il nostro primo lavoro.
L'idea del gruppo è di suonare HC di vecchio stampo con una attitudine sincera e senza legarsi a mode e modi del momento,
con testi che parlano di realtà e di strada come nella migliore tradizione Street Punk/Oi!.
Siamo tutti vecchi della scena quindi senza sogni nel cassetto,
sappiamo a cosa andiamo incontro e fino a dove vogliamo arrivare.
Ci si vede sulla strada!!!
January 10th 2015:
Fabrizio (Payback):
"Hey Pinuccio, shall we form a band together?"
Pinuccio (Southern Drinkstruction / Nineleven / Primitive in the Extreme):
"When do we start?"
After fininding in Alessandro "Nob" (Disgusto) a young and fast drummer, we still needed a bassist.
Rehearsing in three for several months we finally get the man: Luciano Gux (Buffalo Grillz / Nineleven / Tentata Strage / Torciless).
At this point the line up's complete, so we enter Gux's HighWathertz Studios.
8 tracks is what we got, and it's our first record, "Nessun Rimorso", produced on our own.
The idea is to play old school HC with a sincere attitude and without bounding to fashions and shit like that, with lyrics about street reality and working class, in the best street Punk/Oi! tradition, a mix of Negative Approach, Stars and Stripes.
We ain't no fucking kids in the hood, we have no secret dreams and we exactly know what we're going into and where we wanna get.
Seeya on the street!
Lokobe Natural Reseve (primary forest) - Nosy Be, Madagascar - 12 July 2010
> Find more pics about Madagascar here
> Raff68 (my travelmate) malagasy pictures here
Lier is a Belgian city located in the province of Antwerp. The city is said to have been founded in the 11th century. In 1212, the Duke of Brabant Henri I granted an urban charter to the inhabitants. The fourteenth century was a period of prosperity for the city: construction of a cloth hall in 1367, a belfry in 1369 and a second rampart in 1389. The prosperity of the city was based on the drapery industry and on the existence of a cattle market, which had been granted to it by the Dukes of Brabant.
Grote Markt
Since the Middle Ages the Grand Place is the beating heart of Lier, which received civic rights in 1212. It has been the backdrop to small and big events for centuries, the weekly market, processions, parades, shows and high visits.
The triangular shape would indicate its Frankish origin.
In 1914, three quarters of the houses were destroyed. As if by miracle the Town Hall and the Belfry were only slightly damaged. After WWI some buildings were rebuilt in their original form, others in various neo-styles.
A large round “witch stone” (heksensteen) marks the spot where, according to a popular narrative, the last witch was burned at the stake in Lier. Until 1842 executions were carried out here.
Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, seamless and sure.
They leave me broken and, in need of a cure.
[Silhouette by Thrice]
lies always come back to haunt us, we feel guilt and if we do not tell the truth we feel suffocated by the untold truths.
Shanta likes to lie down whenever possible...I'd like to criticise but he was carrying a tardis rucksack that later revealed a veritable market stall of pomegranates not to mention ice axe, medikit etc...so think he earns the right to stretch out once in a while... Nepal, en route to Thame
LIER-UP participants. Councilman and City representative Rik Verwaest, welcoming artist and participants.
um mostro? o que aconteceu? como tudo fugiu do controle tão rapido? como Uma Diva uma inspiração se tornou nisso? é como ver tudo em que você acredita ir pelo ralo, ver seu sonhos se tornarem areia no grande deserto só mais algum na mulitdão! porque eu não entendo? porque não se pode confiar em ninguém ,porque não se pode acreditar que existe pessoas boas em algum lugar? porque é tão dificil? porque o mundo é tão cruel ? tantos questionamentos ,tantas mentiras ,tantas falsidades ! eu odeio o que você se tornou me ajudou a passar por tantas coisas ruins ,eu te amava mais como todos você me decepcionou T-T
a monster? what happened? everything ran as fast as the control? A Diva as an inspiration has become of it? is like seeing everything that you believe in going down the drain, see their dreams become sand in the vast desert just a little more in mulitdão! because I do not understand? because you can not trust anyone, because you can not believe that there are good people somewhere? why is it so hard? because the world is so cruel? so many questions, so many lies, so many untruths! I hate what you become helped me go through so many bad things, I loved you all more as you let me down T-T