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PUNK AND DESTROY again! @ tsurumai - DAYTRIP - Nagoya 2009.02.21

 

Disgust (Nagoya)

Reality Crisis (Nagoya)

Axewield (Kagawa)

Hazard (Tokyo)

C.F.D.L. (Nagoya)

Ferocious X (Osaka)

Darge (Gifu)

Life (Tokyo)

Reject (Nagoya)

Lastly (Takayama)

D-Clone (Nagoya)

Folkeiis

Framtid (Osaka)

Zyanose (Osaka)

LastSentence (Osaka)

System Fucker

 

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Breakdown on stage in Tompkins Square Park for the 30th Annual Riot Reunion punk rock show.

Random Lies On That Very Same School

Nessa Joyce with owner and breeder of Punked, Danny Coogan after winning the "Irish Stallion Farms EBF Fillies Maiden" at the Curragh - Alain Barr - 19.08.2017

punk ............. cute ..........

Punk Rock Factory + Say It Anyway

 

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Rock City, Nottingham - 25th February 2023

 

All photos © Sean Larkin Photography

Eden's legs. The daughter of punks and hippies. Raised in Britain, Iowa, and finally Minnesota. She writes. 35mm film.

Daft Punk August 5th 2007 Toronto Arrow Hall

Dinner music consisted of Bad Religion and NoFx turned instrumental lounge music. Best version of "Stickin' in my Eye" ever!

 

pepitamuster rot schwarz

Mila 2

 

Mila si sedette sull'autobus come al solito, ma quel giorno sentiva un'irrequietezza dentro di sé. Guardò fuori dalla finestra mentre l'autobus si allontanava dalla sua fermata abituale. Decise di lasciarsi trasportare, di andare fino alla fine della corsa e vedere dove l'avrebbe portata.

 

L'autobus attraversò le strade della città, portando Mila in luoghi sconosciuti. La luce del giorno svanì, lasciando spazio a un'atmosfera cupa e triste. Le luci delle strade illuminavano solo debolmente il suo volto, mentre i suoi occhi, adornati da piercing, riflettevano una malinconia profonda.

 

La città si srotolava davanti a lei come un labirinto oscuro, con vicoli stretti e strade deserte. Mila si sentiva persa, come se fosse finita in un'altra dimensione. Le ombre si allungavano, avvolgendo ogni angolo della città e aggiungendo un'aura di mistero alla sua solitudine.

 

Mentre l'autobus continuava a percorrere strade buie e silenziose, Mila si lasciava trasportare dal flusso della città. Le sue emozioni si intrecciavano con quelle dell'ambiente circostante, creando un'atmosfera di tristezza e desolazione. Si chiedeva se avrebbe mai trovato un posto in cui appartenere, un luogo in cui potesse essere se stessa senza essere giudicata.

 

L'autobus raggiunse la sua ultima fermata, e Mila scese, lasciandosi alle spalle la città che l'aveva trascinata in un vortice di emozioni oscure. Camminò per le strade deserte, immergendosi nella notte. Le luci della città brillavano come stelle lontane, ma la sua anima era avvolta dall'ombra della solitudine.

 

Mila continuò a vagare, senza una meta precisa. Non sentiva il peso del suo isolamento ma la tristezza l’avvolgeva come una coltre. Le strade deserte, i vicoli bui e gli edifici abbandonati parlavano della fragilità della vita e della sua stessa vulnerabilità.

 

La lunga notte trascorse lentamente, e Mila si ritrovò in un parco abbandonato. Le altalene oscillavano al vento, i giochi arrugginiti si stagliavano come fantasmi silenziosi. Sedette su una panchina, abbracciando la sua solitudine. Guardò il cielo, oscurato dalle nuvole, e si lasciò trasportare dal suo mood dark e triste.

 

In quel momento, Mila accettò la sua tristezza e la sua diversità. Con un senso di resilienza e accettazione, si rese conto che non era necessario appartenere al mondo esterno, ma era importante essere se stessi e trovare la bellezza nell'oscurità.

  

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Mila sat down on the bus as usual, but that day she felt a restlessness inside of her. She looked out the window as the bus pulled away from her usual stop. She decided to go with the flow, to go to the end of the line and see where it would take her.

 

The bus traversed the city streets, taking Mila to unknown places. Daylight faded, giving way to a dark and sad atmosphere. The streetlights only faintly illuminated her face, while her eyes, adorned with piercings, reflected deep melancholy.

 

The city unfolded before her like a dark labyrinth, with narrow alleys and empty streets. Mila felt lost, as if she had ended up in another dimension. Shadows stretched, enveloping every corner of the city and adding an aura of mystery to her solitude.

 

As the bus continued along dark and silent streets, Mila let herself be carried by the flow of the city. Her emotions intertwined with those of the surrounding environment, creating an atmosphere of sadness and desolation. She wondered if she would ever find a place to belong, a place where she could be herself without being judged.

 

The bus reached its final stop, and Mila got off, leaving behind the city that had dragged her into a whirlwind of dark emotions. She walked through the empty streets, immersing herself in the night. The city lights shone like distant stars, but her soul was enveloped in the shadow of loneliness.

 

Mila continued to wander, without a specific destination. She didn't feel the weight of her isolation, but sadness enveloped her like a shroud. The empty streets, the dark alleys, and the abandoned buildings spoke of the fragility of life and her own vulnerability.

 

The long night passed slowly, and Mila found herself in an abandoned park. The swings swayed in the wind, the rusty playground equipment stood like silent ghosts. She sat on a bench, embracing her solitude. She looked at the sky, obscured by clouds, and allowed herself to be carried away by her dark and sad mood.

 

In that moment, Mila accepted her sadness and her uniqueness. With a sense of resilience and acceptance, she realized that it was not necessary to belong to the external world, but it was important to be oneself and find beauty in the darkness.

 

Mila

#Punk #Girl in an #dark world

this kitty is made entirely from acrylic felt, with little accessories and details that are ever so much fun to make!

en punkare, 15 år, från strängnäs och den punkare från österrike och jag :)

This was shot in Monkey Island in Second Life. Great angles and interesting subjects make one of a kind snap.

The Bowery District, Reading

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