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In times of difficulty we tend to blame ourselves for things we are not guilty of. I've learnt to accept my mistakes and know when to apologise. However, I have some friends who blame themselves when something bad happens instead of thinking that maybe it is not them who made the mistake but the other person. Looking how they feel bad for those kind of things really gets on my nerves
never double down on 11...
goes without saying that larger resolutions are more...hmmm...accessible. cheers -
note: no photographers were hurt in the making of this picture. i swear.
ricordo che una volta
mi immaginavo come sarebbe stata la mia vita
come sarei stato io;
mi raffiguravo di avere tante qualità
qualità forti positive
che la gente avrebbe potuto captare dall'altro lato della stanza
ma con il passare del tempo erano poche le qualità che in effetti avevo
e tutte le possibilità che mi si presentavano
e tutte le varie persone che potevo diventare
tutte si sono ridotte ogni anno a sempre meno
sempre meno
finché alla fine sono diventate una.
quello che sono.
The Weather Man
di Gore Verbinski
Please do not paste any glittery awards here. (This comes a lil late as I can already see two awards shining away to glory. Any more, and I'll wipe em out. LOL.)
As we, as a species, hurtle towards our extinction, I am reminded of the following lines from the song "When The Music's Over" by one of the greatest poets to walk the earth, Jim Morrison:
What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it...
We want the world and we want it...
Now
Now?
Now!
Yes. What have we done to the earth? Aren't we the same parasites we so detest? What have we achieved in our reign that the dinosaurs did not in theirs? In the end, nothing. We're going down like them. The only difference is, this time around, its our fault.
In the thousands of years of our dictatorship over this place, what have we done? Fought for our fantastically created gods? Killed in the name of these myths? Haven't we made this utopia into a gas chamber for the rest of its inhabitants? Can we dare to pronounce ourselves any better than the Adolf Hitler we decry? We are all terrorists. We are the devil. We are the god. We are the frikkin' apocalypse. We are the end.
Does anyone ever wonder what kind of god the next rulers of this planet will dream up?
Who will the next rulers be anyway? I think it'll either be the mice, the cockroach or maybe even the melon headed whale. Stretching my imagination a tad more, it could even be the white-breasted wood wren if we don't wipe it out before we wipe ourselves out. And I don't think any of them will be foolish enough to waste generations upon generations dreaming up daunting, spectacular superpowered dictators. They'll just get on with life, and be happy to gobble up enough to keep their tummies full. Yes. Have you ever seen an overweight lion lurking around the weight reduction gym?
And, as I type on, my thoughts are getting a lil too random. Shall continue on this controversial stuff later.
Title Dedication : The Doors
Also dedicated to Douglas Adams, who once said, "Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?". May his works live on. May I get to hitchhike the galaxy. Or atleast get out of here with the dolphins.
Also, messed around a lot with the photo to give it the dark, f***ed up look. As you may have understood, in this particular upload, the photo doesn't really matter. ;)
just another piece of graffiti I found in Portland . . .
and another example of the fact I did not even recognize Marilyn until I came home and downloaded this to my screen.
“[About Marilyn Monroe] she was “highly self-destructive”, during our marriage, “all my energy and attention were devoted to trying to help her solve her problems. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much success.” ~ Arthur Miller ~
. . . and yet, isn't it interesting what an icon she has become? Why do some individuals worship these people?
Sometimes we want to go near things that we know are going to hurt us.
Self-Destruction (=The voluntary destruction of something by itself.)
SELF-DESTRUCTION is one of seven basic character flaws or “dark” personality traits.
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#roidweek Fall 2016 #12
End of another delicious 'roid week.
Exhausting but galvanising.
Thankyou everyone, let's keep in touch!
Love can be medicine, but what happens when you cross the line and take a bit more… medicine once over the dose can have the opposite effect... Anomaly, disease state? Can I tell my body to stop burning up while trying to fight infection…
I am but a backspace of white linen
the wisp of a fractured kiss
the eulogy of a butterfly’s wing
stomped out
on the foot of an angry August
Oh, that there were some different ending
one less beautiful-profane
than to bleed out
like a tiny punctured dream
writhing in tortured ecstacy
beneath the expletive of your limbs
your mouth splitting my skin
like lighting splits the bark
bleeding forth
these propane-secrets
like toxic rain
from my eyes:
all my life
all my life
I’ve waited
for this moment
to be held by you
to be swallowed up
consumed by the hurricane
of our consummate desire
Such is the beauty and such is the cruelty
A love worth living for
A love worth dying for
**
Big thanks to my friend who agreed to help me do this photo and play victim to my praying mantis. He patiently held me against the rock while I thrashed my head about for a few minutes. Afterwards he said it was one of the weirdest things he's ever done. Haha.
Lots of cool shots came out of this shoot, many of which are up on my blog, along with the before & after.
DAY 6. "Enemies" We can be giant, huge beasts that the world can not fight, have thousands of enemies and no one can cause us a single tear. But our most cruel enemy, lives inside us, is the one that harms the most.
Very beautiful chemical reaction of self-oxydation of ammonium dichromate. It looks like a real volcano.
Красивая реакция "вулканчик" - самоокисление дихромата аммония, она сопровождается выделением азота, паров воды и хлопьев оксида хрома, и похожа на настоящее извержение вулкана.
Taken with Canon EOS-1Ds, EF 200 f/2.8L II USM lens and Hensel Contra light units.
Final scene of a series of photographs based on a story I made a few years ago.
Whole sequence is on instagram @wolfkurai
134/365 I am always shocked at how we as humans respond to the horror and destruction of mother nature and corporate disasters while systematically denying how the human being can be so much more devastating, evil and appalling when we ourselves loose our moral compass. This is even more true when you look at the relationship of self!
I honestly believe that if I treated my friends and family the way I treat myself, I would have none...
My submission for theme of the week - Confrontation
Sphere within a Sphere by Arnoldo Pomodoro depicts two interlocked spheres. It is one in a series of similar works displayed across the world. The sculpture was designed for the Vatican and is also displayed in Dublin, Tel Aviv, and the Italian Parliament. The form depicts the globe of Earth itself. This complex work of art, composed of a sphere growing inside another sphere, can be read as a symbol of the emergence of a new world from the old.
Pomodoro’s works are notable for their use of geometric shapes that often relate to themes of self-destruction and recreation. Pomodoro has held exhibitions worldwide, including the 1988 Venice Biennale, and museums in Paris, Cairo, Cleveland, Copenhagen and more.
Pomodoro said about this piece, “[the sculpture] reflects and accommodates the environment with its own complex mix of imagery that can be seen as both humanistic and technology-oriented: a smooth exterior womb erupted by complex interior forms. Timely in its introduction, the sculpture is intended as a metaphor for the coming of a new millennium, a promise for the rebirth of a less troubled and destructive world.”
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How do you know where your going,
When you don't know where you've been?
You hide the shame that your not showing,
And you wont let anyone in.
A crowed street can be a quiet place when your walking alone.
And now you think that you're the only one
Who doesn't have to try.
And you wont have to feel,
If you're afraid to fight,
Then I guess you never will.
You hide behind your walls of 'maybe nevers'
Forgetting that theres something more,
Then just knowing better.
Your mistakes do not define you now
They tell you who you're not.
You've got to live this life your given,
like its the only you've got.
Memories have left you broken.
And the scars have never healed.
The emptiness in you is growing.
With so little left to feel.
You're scared to look back on the days before...
You're too tired to move on.
And now you think that you're the only one
Who doesn't have to try.
And you wont have to feel,
If you're afraid to fly,
Then I guess you never will.
You hide behind your walls of 'maybe nevers'
Forgetting that theres something more,
Then just knowing better.
Your mistakes do not define you now
They tell you who you're not.
You've got to live this life your given,
like its the only you've got.
Oh, what will it take?
Oh, to get you to say that I'll try.
And what would you say if this was the last day of your life?
You hide behind your walls of 'maybe nevers'
Forgetting that theres something more,
Then just knowing better.
Your mistakes do not define you now
They tell you who you're not.
You've got to live this life your given,
like its the only you've got.
You hide behind your walls of 'maybe nevers'
Forgetting that theres something more,
Then just knowing better.
Your mistakes do not define you now
They tell you who you're not.
You've got to live this life your given,
like its the only you've got.
(3 doors down .. Its the only one youve got )
(Credits : Pxl skin )
I just gave it the bottle, he did the rest to himself...
For today's FGR challenge, Fruit Destruction.
I thought of "self-destructing" fruit, and you know, nothing says that like a bottle and a pile of sweet smelling vomit. Bad Fruit...
I made this self portrait a while back after one of the countless school shooting here in the states. The guns and TV were dollhouse accessories that I photoshopped along with the self portrait and the tiny room. We had a scare last year when a substitute teacher at our high school accidentally activated the active shooter alarm. My wife teaches at the school and my two oldest were at that school while my youngest was next door at the junior high. It was one of the scariest moments of my life and I can’t imagine how my wife and kids were feeling, let alone any of the people unlucky enough to be present for an actual event. We will never change but will continue destroying ourselves to protect our toys.
Stop the hating, degrading, the harmful berating
Stop the cowardly shading of truth
Stop the bleeding, the cheating, even conceding
Stop the useless pleading for the addict to change for you.
Stop the mocking, the blocking, the tasteless gawking
Stop the locking of your heart to the One who longs to enter.
Stop abusing, confusing, the self-centered using
Stop the boozing that hides the pain and masks who you really are.
Stop the hurting, deserting, responsibility averting
Stop flirting with disaster and with those you only intend to use.
Stop the lying, the dying, the endless crying
Stop the vying for attention and love from those who are incapable of giving it.
Stop fearing and jeering, the haughty sneering
Stop the vain appearing to be someone you are not.
Stop the fighting, the chiding, the constant hiding
Stop the shrill back-biting of those who you call friend.
Stop yelling and telling, love repelling
Stop the selling out of yourself, your friends, your family and your God.
Stop fretting, forgetting, the wasteful betting
Stop the endless setting aside of the people who mean the most to you.
Stop the voices deep inside
Stop the choices that ultimately decide
Self-destruction…the eating away of mind and heart…
The corrosion of your body and soul.
But….
Don’t stop caring, sharing or repairing
Don’t stop daring to be spiritual, to be yourself, to be different.
Don’t stop growing or glowing or knowing
Don’t stop the flowing of ideas or simple acts of kindness toward all mankind.
Don’t stop exploring, adoring or soaring
Don’t stop imploring the children to laugh, to play, to dream.
Don’t stop preaching, teaching or beseeching
Don’t stop the upward reaching toward your goals and deepest longings.
Don’t stop praying, playing or graying
Don’t stop saying, “I love you… I need you…I want you,” to your soul mate.
Don’t stop worship or courtship or friendship
Don’t stop the discipleship of those you mentor...those who want to be like you.
Don’t stop believing, achieving or conceiving
Don’t stop relieving a burdened heart with a smile, a touch, a whisper of love.
Don’t stop thanksgiving, forgiving or living,
Don’t stop the giving of your talents, resources and time in order to make a difference.
Don’t stop creating, awaiting, or elating
Don’t stop stating what you wish, what you need, what you desire.
Don’t ever stop learning with each new day
Don’t ever stop yearning for a better way
To love….the mending of mind and heart
The healing journey of your body and soul.
~ Maggie ~
From the back cover:
Many people have been aware, at one time or another, of the swift, irrational impulse to self-destruction. With some it is a momentary thing, to be brushed aside and forgotten. With others it culminates in suicide.
But what of the ones who -- without being conscious of their objectives -- also seek their own violent deaths . . . but at the hands of others?
Here is a book which probes into six cases. Of murder and attack victims, all of them aberrants -- lesbians, homosexuals, masochists, nymphomaniacs -- who spent a lifetime making themselves available to prospective killers.
architect's own house, hellebæk, 1950-1952.
architect: jørn utzon.
here she is, a small house, yet expansive; monumental in conception, humble in materials; built in the middle of a forest, but raised on a low platform as if standing back slightly from nature, viewing it rather than being part of it.
from the lecture notes of kay fisker, utzon's teacher at the royal academy, we know that he would quote voysey's 1906 book, "reason as the basis of art":
"the sense of order conveyed by breath of surfaces and reposeful arrangement does suggest qualities akin to faithfulness, simplicity and selfcontrol. we do not naturally value simplicity in ourselves. to have travelled much, to be versatile and cosmopolitan in our tastes and complex in our behavior, is to most people more attractive than simplicity of character and conduct which, to aquire in these days, needs strong will and independent thought."
I am reminded of utzon's house by these words - it could never have happened without the English freestyle in the first place. yet contrary to voysey's rant, utzon appears to have learnt simplicity from his travels. today, such a claim is as absurd as voysey made it sound in 1906 but following the horrors of the second world war and the european selfdestruction, the idea of travelling the world to find a natural way to live and a natural way to build must have made a lot of sense.
utzon himself wrote, "the simple, primitive life in the country, trips into the mountains with skis or guns, sailing trips, a few weeks together with Arabs in the mountains and the desert, a visit to north america and mexico, the lifestyle of the Indians - all this has formed the basis for the way of life my wife and I have wanted to lead, and thus for the design of the house".
the house was listed in 2005. www.kulturarv.dk/fbb/sagvis.htm?sag=26904023
Falling, falling, falling, falling down. Look yourself in the eye before you drown. -Emily Saliers
This is the first photo of hopefully many. For a long time, I have really struggled with self-image issues. It has gotten to the point where it is all I think about.
Posting photos like this make me nervous, but I'm going to do it anyway. This photo, as well as others throughout the year, will be put in a set. This will chronicle my life and my transformation from something I loathe into, hopefully, something I love.
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OR "When you hate yourself, how you want love others ????"
OR "The Joy of hurting others, because it is the only way to feel themselves!!"
OR "TEAM for TWO!!"
OR "The Code"!!
OR "The Psychology of real Life!"
106/365
Yeah, kind of self explanatory.
Really wished I had done some photos in the sun yesterday as the weather has gone back to being horrible.
Off to work now, have a good day people!
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Destroying my Childhood
Self-destructive
Self-hate
HKD
This action is the reason for my following Quest.
HKD
A4
The motivating energy of A4 is aggression.
Against others I feel protection.
Against me I am self-destructive.
When I was a child this energy destroyed my sensibility.
It took many years until Teddy’s resurrection.
HKD
Ich selbst zerstörte meine Kindheit.
Ich wollte erwachsen werden und nicht mehr unter der Flut meiner Gefühle leiden.
Ich tötete meine kindlichen Gefühle ab und verschloss mein Herz.
So wurde ich zu einem Helden.
Jetzt konnte ich unter den Erwachsenen mitspielen...
Cool.
HKD
Oil on mat board, roughly 10 x15 or so. Very much unfinished.
Holy smokes--after 5 years on Flickr I finally get on Explore?! Sweet:)
TWLOHA ♡
recovering, three months <3
live healthy, dream, create, explore, learn, achieve greatness, be proud of yourself, be grateful, give thanks, breathe, inspire, discover, grow, be happy, smile, cry, laugh, forget, forgive, do not regret, be unique, find yourself. Love Yourself.
The pictures a little grainy :/ It was more about the message and less about photo quality.
and only one angel
I call demonic the restlessness which is innate and essential in every human being ... (that which) drives one beyond one's limits into the infinite, into the elemental, as though nature had left behind in every individual soul an inexpressible, restless part of its original chaos, a part that wants to return with tension and passion to the super-human super-sensual element. The demon embodies the ferment, that bubbling, torturesome, upsetting ferment, which urges an otherwise calm life to move in the direction of all that is dangerous, towards excesses, ecstasy, selfdenial, selfdestruction; in most human beings, in the mediocre, this precious but dangerous part of the soul is soon absorbed and consumed ... restrained human beings stifle the Faustian drive within them, chloroform it with morality, dull it with work, restrain it with orderliness; the middle class person is always the mortal enemy of the chaotic.... But in superior human beings, especially in those who are productive, creative restlessness prevails in the form of dissatisfaction with everyday accomplishments.
Stefan Zweig - Der Kampf mit dem Daemon
look at me I have never been this pale, I usually have an olive kind of complexion and my muscle fibers are waining by the day, I don´t complain since I get to do what I want, well, I am an art-addict so I would probably go on until my body atrophied in to a giant amoeba with a human brain floating around randomly on the floor doing my different art-choirs...
But one thing is good my teeth aren´t getting any more yellow, well last I was at the dentist, that is in Vienna (many years ago) they were gonna place a jacket on one of my rump-fangs so they wanted a match in color so he pulled up a dental color comparing sheet my teeth was the most yellow a humanoid could have, so the color was easily determined which was a waste of time and money since it has all ready fallen out!
Peace and Primal Screaming noise!
/ Donny Hannuseed aka. FungalCortex