Even in the dark there is beauty to be found. A matter of love. |
Monday, September 16, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Sun – day & flower
Sunflower – there's been such a lot bullshit written. Just nothing to add. |
Labels:
irony,
lack of creativity,
photography,
sarcasm,
sunflowers
Friday, September 13, 2013
Oui oui
Ce monde est un grand Bedlam, où des fous enchaînent d'autres fous. / This world is one great bedlam where maniacs enchain other maniacs. / Diese Welt ist ein einziges großes Tollhaus, wo Irre andere Irre in Ketten legen. /
[Voltaire]
Friday is Skyday
Fireface |
- Some say the world will end in fire,
- Some say in ice.
- From what I’ve tasted of desire
- I hold with those who favour fire.
- But if it had to perish twice,
- I think I know enough of hate
- To know that for destruction ice
- Is also great
- And would suffice.
Labels:
Friday is Skyday,
photography,
Poetry,
Robert Frost
The path to hell . . .
"What an overrated idiot!"
. . . murmured Tetrapilotomos on reading the following
"Life is life, and death is death."
And on he went with proof-reading his 1669 pages short opus magnum "Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell".
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. |
And on he went with proof-reading his 1669 pages short opus magnum "Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell".
Labels:
death,
Khalil Gibran,
life,
logic,
philosophy,
photography,
Tetrapilotomos
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Sunday, September 08, 2013
Molly Bloom's 110th 33rd
I'd not easily offer links thrice. However, exceptions exist to be made. And today there is a good reason to make one.
It's Mrs. Bloom's 143th birthday, thus she's now 105 years older than her husband uses to be since June 16th, 1904.
'Uses to be'? Well, in a most vivid dialogue I had the pleasure to witness some time ago, Mr. Bloom vehemently insisted on still being 38. Being asked to give evidence he said: 'cause June 16th 1904 I became immortal.
Thus, de facto the eternal Mrs. Bloom today is celebrating her 110th 33rd.
Happy birthday then, Lady Molly, and may I say: You're looking younger than ever. Younger than ever. :)
Here's to enjoyce, as thus spake Molly:
It's Mrs. Bloom's 143th birthday, thus she's now 105 years older than her husband uses to be since June 16th, 1904.
'Uses to be'? Well, in a most vivid dialogue I had the pleasure to witness some time ago, Mr. Bloom vehemently insisted on still being 38. Being asked to give evidence he said: 'cause June 16th 1904 I became immortal.
Thus, de facto the eternal Mrs. Bloom today is celebrating her 110th 33rd.
Happy birthday then, Lady Molly, and may I say: You're looking younger than ever. Younger than ever. :)
Here's to enjoyce, as thus spake Molly:
Saturday, September 07, 2013
Friday, September 06, 2013
Friday is Skyday
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