I was spending my time in the doldrums I was caught in a cauldron of hate I felt persecuted and paralyzed I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies Engulfed in a fever of spite Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades Like shadows into the night
To martyr yourself to caution Is not going to help at all Because there'll be no safety in numbers When the right one walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness? Is it true you beat your fists on the floor? Stuck in a world of isolation While the ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies And I ask could we wipe the slate clean but they tell me to please go fuck myself You know you just can't win
While I am fascinated by this photo as well, I am equally amazed that people are taking this as a "real" shot and not a photo manipulation. Perhaps the photographer (who is suspiciously silent) will elaborate? Regardless, it is an eye-catcher for sure.
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Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter. - Ansel Adams
W a i t now, what did they say About the h u m a n body And proportions of t h i n g s? Blood is an e n e r g y conductor. I am f u l l of that, All I n e e d is an outlet.
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Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter. - Ansel Adams
So much in fact, I have featured it in my latest journal > [link]
Have a nice day
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R.I.P ~L11ll3
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If I had a cool signature, I'd put it here
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W a i t now, what did they say
About the h u m a n body
And proportions of t h i n g s?
Blood is an e n e r g y conductor.
I am f u l l of that,
All I n e e d is an outlet.
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People will believe whatever they wanna believe.......
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Broken Angels whisper in our ears.
If Destiny were a place, you would know where you belong.
Smile, its the art of life.
We're all Fuck ups, 'cause people percieve us as such. The question is, "What kind of Fuck up are you?"