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Illinois Pt (2) is now in the works and coming along quite well
I am also working on a special project.
For now enjoy these floods of iPhone and other none project photo’s.
I gave a lot of care to a lot of these concepts covered.
In my next post coming in a week or so I will try to explain the process behind the photo’s I post.
But for now? I’m tired as hell writing this and plan to copy it to both photo’s.
Just to be fully transparent.
This photo (Oops) and (I’m Very Sorry) we’re shot while I was in the city.
Oops Meaning- Coming Tomorrow.
Ë̷̞͎̘͈̰͍͚̼̮̏̇͑̌̉̃̆̀̓̂͘͝n̵̡̧̯̯̝̙͇̻͈͙̫͉̝͚̳͚͂̇̎̓̏̊̚j̸̨̧̤̼͇̺̱͚̤̯͇͍̯̗̰̭̒̽̈́̈̐̉͑͐̅͑̏̈́̏͊̑̒̑̆͆̇͂͌̚͘̚͜͠͠͝ờ̶̝̬͖̣̠̟̜̼̞̺͓̰̹͚̹̠͉͕̭͍̲͛͆̐̌̓͋́̔̃̊̊͗͐̓́͛̑͐̈̀͌̓́̏͘͜͝͠ͅy̷̢̡̛̙̙̫̦͍͉͕̙̮̲̘͍̦̳̩̖̝̤̩͈͎̪̣̟̫̓̃̒̉͐̂̉̓̀̆̋̿́͜͜͠ͅ ̸̡̧̭̝̤͎̹̜͈͍͔̰̗͓͊̀̏͐͐̎͆̿̔͠͠p̷̢̛̛̥̯͔̩͈̆͂͋̈̿́̒̑̽̓͋̀̿̉̇̑̃̽̌̄̃̀̎͆̊̀̈́͘͝͠l̸͎̙̱̈́̎́̿͋́͗͑̄͑̕ẽ̸̛̮̩̺̗̱̘̯̞̻̩͕̎̍̉̔́͋̐̆͗̒͊̀̑͗̍̄͌̒̈́̕̚̚͝͝͝͝͠ą̴̛̞͇͕̣͓̝̩̓̂̚̕͠s̴̟͓͚̥͍̙̆͗̿̅̀̀̌̄̐̏̌̾̋͂̀̓͋͆̎̐̈́̚͝͝ę̴̨̙̘̳̫̮̤̙̯̘̺̫͇̘̘̰͉͕͕͉̝̋̃̂̾̌͗͆̊̆͐̍̄́̀̚̕͜ͅ
Train Writings-
Mushrooms, glistening in the forest lights. Shroom caps against my nimble teeth. Taste bitter, with bark piercing my cheeks. Small blood build ups, my gums are raw. Cutting them open, gushing. Colors move in strange ways. I’m in love.
The burn of the wrists. Scratches not satisfying, bruises and nothing such more. Waking up, to the morning dew. Shroom cap still in my teeth. Nimble teeth slice open my body. The pain is euphoric.
The way she moves, how her hips sway. Biting lips, blood pressure. Imagine how good it would taste after this. Don’t be confused, we are hereby nothing more than bodies. A piece of me is lost. Finding it is easy. Wanting it is not.
The stem falls through my stomach, digested. My delusions, are you even here?
My biggest fear is being here too long, speaking too long, being too long. Doll me up, make me pretty. Lord knows I can’t without it.
Dancing in my blue lit room. All by myself, the air tastes different. The way I can control this, contort my body so that my rib cage pops out. Can you feel my presence? Stalking it in the back of the room, placing myself as far away as possible. The voice is loud, yet the words are so silent.
Comprehensive thoughts, compromise. Please compromise. Were not the only ones, I don’t deserve any piece of this. A peasant, a loser, a nobody. Meant to serve and not be served. To speak but not be heard. To walk, but not to leave a foot mark. Can you walk in the snow and leave no trace? How godly one can feel as nothing. Letting go of what I wanted. A child looking to be pleased. Foolish in my ways, run away when things get hard. I’m not grown, I’m not even a sprout. The way the ink feels against me, blossoms. So afraid of what I was. I might not be beautiful, full of grace, worthy even. But compromise. Please compromise.
When the blood leaks from my skull, don’t plug the hole. Don’t try to salvage what’s left, I put this show on for you. You didn’t even hurt me, as much as I will you. A last wish. To not be remembered as the innocent, but as the martyr. We both fear what they want, you're just strong enough to let it go. Compromise. Nothing is left, walk away, I’m not in pain. This is how I feel happiness. My purist way of trauma. I’ll love you through my death.
You shouldn’t have met me, don’t be scared. We’re young, you're young. I’ll be a tale to tell the next, a small insecurity after twenty years. I’ll be the one who escaped. The memory of what could have been. When your husband, or wife. Upsets you, I’ll be the man who makes you wonder what we would have been. The thought scares you, but it will comfort you in your sadness. A small imaginative journey to your past, the thought of my blood faded from you. Now you see the walks we took alongside the sidewalks. I never did you wrong, until I did you the worst. I wasn’t anything special, but now, I’m practically a legend.
Through death I will live. Through your memory I can’t die. Compromise. Put down the call, they won’t make it in time. Hold my dying hand. As I go limp. My eyes, fading with each spurt of blood leaving my body.
Don’t be afraid, it has been everything I ever wanted. Your everything I ever wanted, and it was still not enough.
Mirror in the subs, free rides to a passport, couldn’t even imagine leaving the country. Afraid of when I can’t understand, straight up fears in the sky, I move my soul out of my body into my control. The skin pierced but not on me. In fact not on anybody. Disposable in the way, back of the cart and anti. Gourmet options not offered to my mom. The tenants were treated like the owners. The owners being absent? Did not assist. Abandoned. There is no escape from the walls when they are covered in fours. There are no doors. You have to break the door. Deal with the scold and the consequences of your message. I seek control, no more pity, free from eyes. No judgment needed. Worldwide couldn’t it be. This ain’t nothing like yours.
B̶̠̓͊̍͝Ỷ̸̢̯̩̻̻͙͉͈̲̝̬̠̩̯͇͋̀̈̅̄͌̈̍̑͛͘͝Ę̸̢̲̻̫̰̠͖̤͚̗͙̙̳̀͂̏̓̿!̶̨͍̤̩͓̖͋͐͑
this is the kind of clumsy i am: i was loading boxes today and grabbed a particularly heavy one that suddenly popped open and collapsed and dropped out of my hands. of course, my hands were still moving forcefully upward, and i wound up clocking myself in the eye and cutting myself with the ring scanner.
ironically, when a follow-up trainer came into the trailer to talk to me later, i was awarded a safety token for practicing safe work methods. for doing something else. but i just thought it was funny.
Gardener is a cunning cove. I'm not saying his shovel lore is anything like the legendary Eric Olthwaite of his ancestral home. Yet he knows arcane things accumulated through, well, forever. Cook hasn't the same patience: "Silly old…" — substitute your own noun for the third word — is all the time she can spare for his Yorkie determination.
He's an advocate for vertical gardening. Okay, "advocate" is maybe a bit soft. Don't argue; like an 1895 stiff arm in Huddersfield! It's just not going to get past his certainty that he's right, and you aren't.
That's why there are pumpkins growing up this trellis. His reasoning is sound; sort of. Pumpkins take up a lot of ground. I think these are Crown Prince. If they grow up, not out, more stuff can grow in the liberated space. Surely we all value liberated space?
If there was a flaw in the argument it might address the whole question of a camel, a needle, diffraction and the wave particle duality, or not, of pumpkins.
Oops!
Just keep it to yourself. He's copping enough from Cook without you wading in.
Today's a big day: the first full day of Ramadan, Sydney Mardi Gras, the first day of Autumn (to some), and the anniversary of the first day I can remember when we woke up without the incomparable Dave Myers. What would Dave make of Gardener's pumpkin? Probably not much. He'd pass it over the Si, throw to the camera and make some corny joke. But he couldn't do that without a pumpkin grower, and we can't do it without Dave.
This is one of my favorite pics because it is so darn funny. I had to do it.
Though, I don't know if I'm doing Clem justice.
For FGR group of the day Just Shots.
36/365
eta: because Sallie suggested it View On Black
Kairvee was making some sort of glass painting/greeting card (see below) and made some typo.
I was as awesomely quick as ever to capture it.
Maria was the director of the previous photo, she helped me with the focus and framing. As she is Vivi's godchild, I had to capture this moment. x)
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A Maria foi a diretora da foto, me ajudou com o foco e enquadramento. Mas como ela é afilhada da Vivi, não pude deixar de capturar esse momento. x)
Dracula had a tough day at the car show after his coffin slipped out of his hearse "Cadraculac" www.flickr.com/photos/37313642@N00/203302149/in/photostream/
Building collapses and has to be demolished.
This was July 1, 1986, but where was it?
Edit.
It's reassurring to know it's still Listed !!??
Enchilada casserole and inverted santa in cottage cheese.
Please read more about this bento at my blog: happylittlebento.blogspot.com/2011/12/oops-santa-bento.html
It takes years of experience and an impeccable sense of timing to screw up a shot on this scale ! :-)
Sometimes you just have to laugh !
Yeh! First christmas gift box out the door today!
This particular cupcake is something hilarious that I've seen around on Flickr and CC. I think I first saw it on Bakerella's stream (she's brilliant!) and was totally awe struck by the design.