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" We live for this emptiness feeling of pleasure
We get so sick
We’re happiest under the weather
Poison in our veins
Dying for a taste
‘Cause we’re birds of a feather
So we suffer together
The end is where we all begin
We die for the feeling
Nothing to believe in
Put a gun against your head
Pull the trigger join the trend
We live for the sickness
Obsessed and addicted
We’re all dying just to be
Part of a new disease
A new disease is what we want but what we do instead
Is dream up demons that feed on us til there’s nothing left
And we believe it that we’re feeling the best
When the guns are pressed against our heads
We’re on a fast track looking for another condition
But now we’re half passed dead with a fucking addiction
We got bad habits and we’re always pushing the limits
Just to mask that madness of loving the sickness
The end is where we all begin
We die for the feeling
Nothing to believe in
Put a gun against your head
Pull the trigger join the trend
We live for the sickness
Obsessed and addicted
We’re all dying just to be
Part of a new disease
We wanna feel the sickness
We wanna lose control
We feed our new addiction
Until we overdose
Yeah, we feed our new addiction
Until we overdose
The end is where we all begin
We die for the feeling
Nothing to believe in
Put a gun against your head
Pull the trigger join the trend
We live for the sickness
Obsessed and addicted
We’re all dying just to be
Part of a new disease ... "
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The first Monday of October is World Day of Bullying Prevention. This happens in schools, online, and even here on Flickr and SL. This post was inspired by Dax's song Joker.
So what's your excuse, what helps you sleep?
You leave a negative comment
Not knowing that what you sow, you will reap
I bet you smile when you post, thinking you're hurting me
But you see the way the brain works
You become what you speak
I need peace, but y'all can't offer that
I held my ground, I didn't sell my soul
I said f the fame, y'all can't take that offer back
F a shelf, you can't take me off the rack
All the fame is not worth a heart attack
You're insane, you're in pain, I can tell by what you're saying
But my bad, I forgot you were fragile
I forgot someone who doesn't even know me told you I'm an ahole
I forgot that I'm a villain
I forgot that I've always spread positivity, but you think I didn't
I forgot that hatred stems from people who hate their own existence
I forgot I'm better off alone
I forgot I care for everyone's happiness, but forget about my own
I forget I spend every waking second on my phone-
Come join my circus, I'm recruiting
I'm taking everyone who passes judgement
Bitch, that's including everyone who thinks it's so amusing
To put me down while I'm pursuing
The keyboard warriors that live online
Behind a screen that's just an illusion
Come, come, come, come join my circus
CPKC's holiday train departs Pearl Yard in Jackson, Mississippi enroute to Meridian for an event later in the evening. The classic F's put on quite a show as they get their short train up to speed.
put a different scent in each and let it go, Frankincense in one, myrrh in the other and Sandalwood to finish.
I've been waiting for this time of year to finally put my Meyer-Optik Gorlitz Trioplan 100 f/2.8 to good use. Tis the season for...bokeh balls for everyone!!!
We returned to Lake Shore Park in Newark. The chicks are getting larger but still wanting to be fed by mum and dad. This chick was so excited, as it stuck its beak into its parent’s mouth, that it put the adult off balance and he/she had to open its wings to stabilize itself. This baby is pretty big now and I’m sure the parents will encourage it to fly and find food for itself soon.
Put your shades on. This camellia japonica bloom really is that red. Must be the crazy, goofy weather around here since January. Perhaps th bloom is expressing outrage or someting. Enjoy!!!
♥ Glam Affair Manue (@ The Fifty), worn on LeLUTKA Avalon 4.0
♥ TRUTH X FAGA Collective Exhale
♥ Stardust Cecily Tattoo
♥ Tentacio Lady Nok Blouse
♥ Luane’s Poses A lovely day
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"They paved paradise and put up a parking lot."
Quote - Joni Mitchell
Happy Wall Wednesday ;-))
Somewhere in Oostende, Belgium
Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.
Written by Sheldon Silverstein
Performed by everybody
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Because I do not wish to show the world as it is and instead prefer
to show it as I wish it to be, I handcraft each and every picture in photoshop.
This picture is S.O.O.P!
Straight Out Of Photoshop CS3 - Because I care.
If you have to use this picture to decorate your hovel then don't forget
who created it. Drop me a line. Give me credit. Link to my photostream
Better yet, send me a check.
I'm always very busy, but not too busy for my friends.
I've put many things I've learnt through MM into this image - reflections (of a birthday card) in a lens, DoF, bokeh, sweet spots... and a little bit of post processing - well I had to flip the image, otherwise it would have said "yppah yadhtrib" which would have been really weird!
I've learnt so much in the last year Thank you MM, Janet Towbin (of course!) and fellow members.
We put ourselves together
Close enough to feel the heat
and the maelstrom of emotions
What are bodies anyway
Except storage units for
Our thoughts and entropy
Take the top off and
The darkness is released
Into the universe
It starts with a clinging and
A sense that this
Can’t be happening
Reality has never been this cruel
Could we have done
Something more?
Something different?
Is it somehow our faults?
What is this black hole we’re slipping into?
Will we even be human when we emerge?
The thing is this:
Hope is like a dear friend
And when you lose her it is
Worse than losing your favorite lover
As if she had a body, all the messy bits
The substance was there and now
All we have is despair
So we ache against each other
The ashes congregate and rise
To build something new
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Nobody Puts Kitty in the Corner!
I shot this on my last Trip to
Tralala's Dinner, i never come away without my texture junkie fix.
SP-LUA, a Boeing 737-79P, on approach to runway 24L at Toronto Pearson International Airport in Mississauga, Ontario. It was arriving as LOT9001 (Polskie Linie Lotnicze LOT S.A.) from Keflavik, Iceland and Warsaw, Poland. It was wearing the livery of Blue Air Aviation S.A. of Bucharest, Romania. The aircraft departed Toronto the following morning for Tucson, Arizona, where it was put into storage.
Le groupe Puts Marie s'est produit a Angers dans le cadre du festival Tempo RIve.
Leur musique, à la fois sombre, mélodique et intense, alterne entre tensions sonores et retenue poétique, mêle bruitisme, pop expérimentale et textes abstraits explorant l'isolement, la quête de soi ou les contradictions du monde.
(My texture)
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Act now. Sign the petitions to stop the Yulin dog slaughter.
===Forza Horizon 4 (PC), 4800x2160===
-Unedited (no Photoshop or LightRoom used)
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Wegens werkzaamheden bij Putten reed de Co-Shuttle weer een toeristische route door Nederland.
De 1835 is de nog enige loc in gele kleurstelling, en dient als vaste tractie voor deze trein.
Wegens onderhoud aan de 1835 werd van TCS de 101001 gehuurd, en tot t’Harde diende deze als tractie.
Na kopmaken ging de route via Deventer, Arnhem en Utrecht naar Kijfhoek.
Als trein 50418 passeert het geheel in een heerlijke middagzon de omgeving van Velp
I put this on tumblr and it got reblogged over 90 times in the first 12 minutes. I think I'm going to pass out.
It's only been about a couple of days
You must have gone and put a spell on me
I can't get you out from under my veins
Singing oh my Lord
She'll be the death of me
I'm not the one to normally play the fool
So tell me brother what's a man to do
Half mad, half mad
Going crazy over you
Singing oh my God
If you're the fire I'm the fuel
Well my mama, yeah she'd always say
It's stupid to get in between
A woman who knows what she wants
Well I guess I made that mistake
I'm young and foolish or brave
And she's made her way into my heart
I gotta get out
This is what you get when you fall in love
No one ever said how good it hurts
I tried once, but it's once too much
You end up getting burned
I'm like the gasoline you light the match
Ain't no one else who can burn me like that
So I cross my heart, kill my desire
This is what you get when you play with fire
Ooooh oooh
This is what you get when you play with fire
Ooooh oooh
This is what you get when you play with fire
I'm a pyromaniac it ain't safe
'Cause you've got troubles written over your face
You say lover gotta have a little faith
Thinking that I'd have mercy
But I know you ain't a saint
~*~Nico Santos - Play With Fire ~*~
TROPIX // Hangar Additional Room BackDrop - 02 - modified with pieces of a second BackDrop copy
I put some seeds to attract ground foraging birds as well the Squirrels, All I got is birds and some black Squirrels,
Not the action I like to see,
I don't usually put the items I make for BOOM on my own photostream, but I'm lazy.
This Lacey Heart Backpack is available at C88 this month in 8 colors. 88L a piece!
I actually put my camera on a tripod today (October 23, 2005) and shot some deep dof shots at about 3- or 4-second shutter speeds. I think I had the 70-300 on for this one. Check EXIF data. Obviously the pond was VERY calm. Schoepfle Garden, 23 October 2005.
Oops: Just noticed the data didn't upload on this: How about 300 telephoto, f22 at 3 seconds. I used the aperture-priority program, closed down all the way and let the camera select the right shutter speed. Also used the timer function to release the shutter.
Note for autumn 2009: This has been viewed more than 2,200 times ... far behind my most-viewed photo, which is at 21,641: www.flickr.com/photos/jonfobes/64021923/
I knew that moving from Florida, that I would miss the burrowing and barred owls ... but I also knew that Colorado would offer up its own variety of owls. I put a few of them high on my list, but probably none higher than the northern pygmy owl. See, I had never seen one before. Several times I had been looking without success. I figured that it would happen when I least expected it.
On this day, we went out in a desperate search to find one ... or perhaps a saw whet owl. No such luck. We had all but given up. As we were driving about, Amy said she saw something that was "too small" to be anything, but I had my binoculars with me, so I fugured why not stop and check it out. So glad that we did ... because we found this guy perched in the bare tree branches! Finally .... it happened and as figured, when we had all but given up for that day anyway.
I couldn't believe how incredibly beautiful and mesmerizing its eyes were. It was clearly not the least bit concerned with us. It would look around from its perch in its vicinity for prey. When it would turn its head we noticed its dots on the back of its head ... "fake eyes" if you will. Amazing!
So excited and felt very thrilled that it blessed us with its presence. :-)
So this week's blog post features this amazing owl, as well as some other birds from the winter in Colorado. Feel free to check it out if you like by clicking:
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© 2018 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography
Put down your phone!
Open a book!
Read!,
The bicycle rack gently chides.
Decatur (Decatur Square), Georgia, USA.
11 December 2022.
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It was my Uncle Peter who put his finger on it in his gentle Cork accent. “You can’t have the one without the other,” he said, as I glowered into the final Irish breakfast of my visit one morning many years ago. The party was over and it was time to skulk back towards life and the hamster wheel. I always think of those simple words when the holiday is over. The triumph of arrival, ever balanced by the sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach when it’s time to go home again. The last trudge back to the hire car from the beach after sunset. This time tomorrow the angler will almost certainly be out there on the rocks again, oblivious to the fact that we’ll be back in British airspace. The couple in the apartment next door who arrived here yesterday will be heading down to the pool area, armed with rubber rings and sunscreen as we do the drive of shame, stopping at reception to return the key cards and just about managing a forlorn, “Yes we had a lovely time thanks. We’ll be back next year.” Seconds later the receptionist will have forgotten us entirely, as she moves on to the family surrounded by suitcases who’ve just been whisked here by the transfer bus from the airport. In Lajares, the front of house team at La Boqueria, who’ve served us so many times won’t register our final farewell as they prepare for the lunchtime rush. Just one more of those goat’s cheese salads feels like a dream right now. I’ve had six or seven of them since we’ve been here. Had one today in fact. I don’t even look at the menu anymore - “ensalada de cabra por favor!” And the sun will continue to blaze uncaringly over the island as we taxi down the runway and set course for the icy dampness on the other side of Europe.
But it’s always that cruel last afternoon on the beach when I feel it the most, as the sun begins to lose its warmth and the light starts to fail. It’s what we come for - those lazy afternoons under blue skies next to the ocean as furious winter enters its final phase and kicks in the doors at home. There will be sunshine as we drag our bags into the airport terminal from the hire car, but it won’t be ours like it was today and yesterday. Now it belongs to the angler on the rocks, the couple next door, the waiting team at la Boqueria and the family who just got off the plane. It’s always at this moment that we wish we could be magically spirited home at the snap of a finger. Just get it over with - we’ll sacrifice the final evening. Why has nobody invented the teleporters like Captain Kirk had on the Starship Enterprise yet?
We remind ourselves that spring is on the way - and we live in Cornwall for goodness sake. Our own back garden is a tourist Mecca in itself. Half the country would auction their vital organs on eBay to set up home on the peninsula. And there’s no hamster wheel anymore since we retired. Thoughts of these make it easier, but there’s still that tedious journey - and the weather on the other side. Even in beautiful Cornwall the weather is horrible in winter. There’s the summer hike in Scotland to look forward to as well - yes I know about the midges - done battle with those before and they won’t put us off. Menorca in October too - we’ve never been there before. There’s a long distance hiking trail we like the look of, so we’re already thinking about a second visit before we’ve even made the first. Stuff to look forward to - other mountains to climb, especially in Scotland. There’s always the next adventure. We never go away without having the prospect of at least one future escapade sizzling in the wok to keep our spirits from flagging as we face the impending temperature collapse. It’s what keeps us going, especially in winter. Ali had a retirement gift in the form of a holiday voucher with a well known operator and we really ought to think about where we’re going to cash that one in. So many places to see. We have to do this stuff while we’re still young and healthy enough - you never know what life might fling at you when you least expect it.
One thing that never fails to amaze me is that you can get on a plane in a freezing rainstorm at home, and just a few hours later arrive in a place like this. It’s as if there’s a conjurer hiding in the clouds. At some point tomorrow, as the pilot tells us we’re somewhere over the northwest coast of Brittany, the sky will darken along with the mood of the passengers, a stubborn yet sizeable minority of them wearing flip flops and t-shirts as if summer will have somehow arrived three months early and surprised us all when we touch down at Bristol. But our plane will descend through soupy grey clouds, the windows speckled with raindrops as for the first time we see an endless web of orange lights spreading away into the distance, just before thumping down onto a blackened wet runway. We’ve had some rain in Fuerteventura this time, but never for more than three or four minutes and almost always followed by bright warm sunshine. When we set off for home, it will still be warm and sunny here, as if under an enchantment - life on the island of perpetual summer will carry on as if we were never here at all. We’ll drive down the fast road to the airport, leaving the white dunes of Corralejo in the rear view mirror, spotting side roads we never explored, making plans for next time before we’ve even left.
But there’s no denying that this sunsoaked Spanish archipelago has seen us off in style today. As I stand here on the beach behind my tripod, gazing at the spot where the sun has just dipped below the sea, the clouds light up in a fierce display of golds, oranges and pinks, a fine farewell flourish. I wonder whether the angler has even noticed, lost in his own world at the edge of the ocean. Again I think of my uncle’s words in these moments. There’s always the next time to look forward to, even if my home made goat’s cheese salad won’t be half as good as the one at La Boqueria.
18th December 2021 :
Had to nip into town this morning and thought that it would give me a good time to see and take photos of the Christmas decorations that had been put out, or those in the shop windows.
Well, obviously no-one wants to cheer us all up here. It was almost like those who organise the decorations had decided to leave them in *their* paper bag. Even the shop owners haven't done a great deal either. Other than the one I took a photo of the other week.
The main Christmas tree hasn't even got any baubles on it. 😟
This tree is at the end of the side road nearest us and looked better than the one in the town centre and it's the first year, we've had our *own* tree.
Today is : National Twin Day - nationaldaycalendar.com/national-twin-day-december-18/
and as for the Silly News it's : National Roast Suckling Pig Day - nationaldaycalendar.com/national-roast-suckling-pig-day-d...
Now if only. 😂
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The crew from a Soo Line freight arriving in Marquette, Michigan, quickly puts GP38-2 No. 4411 (and Sister 4401) to bed in the roundhouse on October 25, 1986. Looking at Google Maps today, and it is almost impossible to tell where this roundhouse was. A more recent 2014 article about Marquette redevelopment plans states a new large hospital was being built directly on top of the site.