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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. At the moment of their growing, at the moment of their giving shade, at the moment of their falling. Once upon a lively hour. There grew a sprightly flower. But before I can rightly say sprightly. The flower struggled daily and nightly. Trapped under the ground in a seed. It wanted only to be freed. So it pushed and sought for the top. To live with the other crop. But to no avail the flower did remain. To struggle until the next rain.
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The art of the cemetery. Creepy, Creepier, Creepiest. I found all three of these at one cemetery. Aquia Episcopal Church in Aquia, VA. Aquia Episcopal Church in Aquia, VA. Aquia Episcopal Church in Aquia, VA. Aquia Episcopal Church in Aquia, VA.
This blog has moved here. Went cruising in West Virginia again today and took the road past the burned down trailer. I pulled over to take a closer look and found myself under the nonchalant scrutiny of a handful of feral-appearing cats perched on the nearest scrap pile. And yes, the basketball hoop is still there. This was on the tab of my Good Eart.
Asylum Piece and Other Stories by Anna Kavan. Gathering Evidence by Thomas Bernhard. House of Fear by Leonora Carrington. Ice Never F by Gil Orlovitz. It Then by Danielle Collobert.
Cycling in all parts of Charm City! Bob Moore Memorial Moonlight Madness Ride. Nate has raised this ride from the ashes. 400 E Fayette St, Baltimore, MD. Baltimore Artscape Bike Valet Parking.
Words are empty vessels into which we pour meaning. In the restless air, for it to begin, for something to begin, for there to be something else. For the power to rise, the courage to leave. The show is over, all is over? But where then is the hand, the helping hand.
This blog has moved here. Went cruising in West Virginia again today and took the road past the burned down trailer. I pulled over to take a closer look and found myself under the nonchalant scrutiny of a handful of feral-appearing cats perched on the nearest scrap pile. And yes, the basketball hoop is still there. This was on the tab of my Good Eart.
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No outside power can or should impose on this transition. It is up the Syrian people to chose their own leaders in a democratic system based on the rule of law. We understand the strong desire of the Syrian people that no foreign country should intervene in their struggle. No one is safe in this area. We are asking the world to watch and intervene.
Mes peintures sont des pots des gros tubes écrasés mâchés à force de se tordre des douleurs rupestres et contemporaines. Je suis intéressé pour un achat, toute proposition sera bienvenue,quelques soit la région. Grand éspace pour travailler, peindre, coller, souder. Peintures de rues St Palais 64 14 août 2011.
Sábado, 9 de outubro de 2010. Vem, ó cigana bonita. De quem vê no acaso. No meu segredo a dor. Cigana, do meu amor. Mas nunca digas, Ó zíngara. Vou vivendo assim à toa. Tu dirás se a sorte. Consolar-me um dia a dor. Cigana, do meu amor. Postado por Kalinka a Cigana do Amor.