Oblique Hair Cuts

Checking himself twice in the reflecting glass, he hindered not his exclamation, Tonight's the night I find my baby!

[Dedicated to Joel Karasik, ca. b. 1228 d. 1231]

On the Frontier

Skipping stones across the sea is parallel to waiting for the bus, it gets tiresome.
- Tanopper, Frtmeyer. St. Johns, Newfoundland. 1984.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S._A._Andr%C3%A9e%27s_Arctic_balloon_expedition_of_1897

Curious George

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Ghost Outfit

*am not claimings the rights to this video

Because hidden motives rule us all, we rely on our lies to take the fall – but I’m really just a hypocrite.
- Mepeleclitus, Mairpe. Athens, Greece. 350 BC.

Lonesome Whistle

http://www.mediafire.com/?1tztmczcymt

why not?

Picnic, Lightning

The partial existence of hope in one's life may lead to their downfall.
- Eunnoui, Wallace. Toulouse, France. 1955.

I don't wanna go to bed, cause tomorrow I'll just have to wake up

Not Even Dead: A Soliloquy of a Wistful Madman

The pallidness of day;
Oh, how the transparency consumes the imagination.
And the Romantic who once painted
His window with colours yet unknown, roads untouched
Is now oblivious to his own dream
The symptoms of a dreary disposition enfold;
What inspires the singularity of a faint and remote expression,
What grasps a moments consideration
Is only debris in the wake of divulgence -
A flash destruction
Of those ancient pillars which uphold the self
And bars that keep others out,
Reconstructed with every doubt;
Come the admission of that now sublte oddity
Whose presence was once honoured
As the law of the land, molded by hand.
You used to laugh at the Sinister;
Now you prostrate yourself before its every whisper.
Fully unaware of the voice inside your head
Which drowns all others.
What is left unsaid, is more than can be said;
Waking in Silence's bed, not even dead.
I watch from afar and know you are.
An empty-handed exchanged for the part;
Into the moon coated impenetrable night,
And In flesh, seen not again
What transpires, who can say.

Punch and Judy

A Preliminary Success...

...in man's inexhaustible pursuit of compensating for lack of wings.

We are bound by nothing other than the limitations of our own imagination.
- Creepole, Hinge. New Orleans, Louisiana. 1934.

Death In Venice

All rights to the artist, I do not claim ownership in anyway, just sharing its beauty.

Lawn Mowers of America

Farming is by no means as easy as it may seem, but we take pride in our lifestyle. We'll cut your lawn in under five minutes, guaranteed.

To know grass is to know patience.
- Moss, Peter. King Meadow, England. 1444.

Man and Woman Contemplating the Moon

(Caspar David Friedrich, oil on canvas c. 1824, Man and Woman Contemplating the Moon)


She was unaware of beauty
And her ignorance was her greatest quality
She did an impression of her greatest inspiration
And it was out of mind

Like living in a room full of mirrors
And dancing for no one

A thing is not high if it can be reached
I was a man dangling from a rising balloon
Content as an observer

The Moon is fashionable
Because it is untouchable
And still makes an impression

"Some of these days you'll miss me, honey"

Happy Birthday Alexander Hamilton!!

A man of confidence, and a wielder of many tools, he never shied away from challenges and was notoriously, a good shot.

Ordinarily, he was insane...

To hinge ones sanity is a statement of insanity.
- Grove, Torpore. Boston, Massachusetts. 1900.

Wackernagel

welfare
and
cocaine
killed
everything
real;
nothing
about
german
elegance
lingers.

Debt Consolidation

Alone For Awhile

http://www.mediafire.com/?imzinz2womk