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I have been thinking of getting a second tattoo ever since my mom said she kinda liked the lower back kind. She never liked any other kind and I had hoped she would go with me when I got this one. But I couldn't decide on a design and didn't want to do just anything seeing as it was going to be mine forever. In the end it was too late for my mom to see it. I saw the design on someone else and I had it modified a bit. Where the other one had a jewel, mine had a tear. . . for my mom.

And come on, for those of you who think this is so bad, you should see some REAL tattoos. This is SO mild I feel like a baby. I have not found a single tattoo group I'd want to submit this to. P1280275

At The Bottom of the Garden Where the Fairies Live by RoystonVasey

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The Fly Agaric (Amanita muscaria) is hallucinogenic

Don't let me go, Chicago! by Steven Ng

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All of a sudden these lights are blinding me. .

Don't let me go, Chicago!

NeverSayNever by Ugo Maria Reale

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Students in protest against School-Work alternance

The Raven by INNES

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I never liked poetry, but then, in my dreamy mind as I walked across the sands,

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—

This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—

Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

EDGAR ALLAN POE, 1845

I saw the Raven, briefly, in the sands on my beloved Fascadale beach. I had returned with a new second hand lens I have bought just for shooting at my feet. But whether a storm or especially high tide, the beach I was used to at low tide, I see with shock, has almost disappeared under mountains of rounded rock and granite pebbles. I'm not sure it will ever return to its amazing previous state.

Life Is Like The Ocean by Anna Kwa

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Every time a wave knocks down your sandcastle, you build it again

www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5TaDzMOKf0

Undefeated

Dream it possible

A letter I'll Never Send by Karen

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A table I made

Some things to return

A letter I'll never send

Aiming For The Moon by Anna Kwa

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Up and up ….

Try and see the forest there in every seed

www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPNTC7uZYrI

When you're in pain

When you think you've had enough

Don't ever give up

Take Me Back To Summer Paradise With You by Anna Kwa

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I remember every sunset …

www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBmTGlUmgpg

I'd give away a thousand days

Just to have another one with you

Never say never / Nunca digas de esta agua no beberé by Manuel Atienzar

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View Large On Black

VersaEmerge - Sierra Kusterbeck [EXPLORED] by Melissa Terry

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Never Say Never Festival

Mission, TX

3/15/11

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VersaEmerge - Sierra Kusterbeck by Melissa Terry

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Never Say Never Festival

Mission, TX

3/15/11

Hollywood Boulevard by Louis Raphael

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Hollywood Boulevard

"I thought you never said 'never'!" by JaaSi

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Young woman and boy in shopping street in The Hague

Sutro Tower by Louis Raphael

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Sutro Tower

never say never by Jess-Turner

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My first Text photo. :)

i'm pretty proud of it. :D :D

oh, and this is SOOC except for the text.

btw, I love bokeh!!

Comments are welcome.

VersaEmerge - Sierra Kusterbeck by Melissa Terry

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Never Say Never Festival

Mission, TX

3/15/11

Bieber's Butt in LEGO - "You know, for kids!" by Ochre Jelly

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If these celebrities are gonna keep making asses of themselves, then I'm gonna keep making their asses!

Stunning view by INNES

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Looking down on Ellenabeich and Easdale islands. It's an amazing view out to the other slate islands of the Inner Hebrides. But I really shouldn't have rolled around in sheep muck before doing this. It was a better idea to go straight to the pub. The air was wonderful and fresh, the sense of freedom supreme. Just don't ask "why?"

good things come in threes by Lallie

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Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad. ~Norm Papernick

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Since I creeped out a lot of people with yesterday's post, I thought I'd come up with something more serene.

I know my stream's looking a lil bit all over the place right now. I'm trying to figure out what things I'm comfortable shooting. This is my first try at flowers, so please please be kind :)

thoughts and words... by Carlo Pisani

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VersaEmerge - Sierra Kusterbeck by Melissa Terry

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Never Say Never Festival

Mission, TX

3/15/11

Day 88: Never say Never by Heng Swee Lim

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Doodle Everyday 26 Feb 2011

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