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Thursday 15 March 2018

Captain America Fleeing | more hair every day

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DSCF1181 | by cedrus`

DSCF1181 | Lebanon, Maine: photo by cedrus`, 25 November 2016

DSCF1181 | by cedrus`

DSCF1181 | Lebanon, Maine: photo by cedrus`, 25 November 2016

DSCF1181 | by cedrus`

DSCF1181 | Lebanon, Maine: photo by cedrus`, 25 November 2016

Sex and taxes | by ADMurr

Ann Arbor, MI  2017 | by Don Hudson

Ann Arbor, MI: photo by Don Hudson, 15 October 2017

Cave Creek, Arizona  2018 | by Don Hudson
   
Cave Creek, Arizona 2018: photo by Don Hudson, 1 March 2018   

Wilcox, AZ  2018 | by Don Hudson

Wilcox, AZ 2018: photo by Don Hudson, 15 February 2018


The Ford Motor Co. 2017 Escape SE: photo by Patrick T. Fallon/Bloomberg, 14 March 2018

If  

you  

want  

the  

easy  

handling  

of  

a  

small  

car  

plus  

the  

room  

and  

ride  

of  

a  

big  

car  

you're  

just  

another  

asshole

Tom Clark: Captain America: from Instant Party in Neil Young, 1971

1702280014 | by cedrus`

17002280014: photo by cedrus`, 28 February 2017

1702280014 | by cedrus`

17002280014: photo by cedrus`, 28 February 2017

1702280014 | by cedrus`

17002280014: photo by cedrus`, 28 February 2017

Apache Junction, AZ  2018 | by Don Hudson

Apache Junction, AZ 2018: photo by Don Hudson, 15 February 2018

If you want the easy  handling of a small car plus the room and ride of a big car you're just another asshole

 
Untitled | by Rammy Narula
   
Untitled: photo by Rammy Narula, 13 August 2017

Farwell, Michigan  2017 | by Don Hudson

DSCF3631 | by cedrus`

DSCF3631 | Lebanon, Virginia: photo by cedrus`, 15 January 2017

DSCF3631 | by cedrus`

DSCF3631 | Lebanon, Virginia: photo by cedrus`, 15 January 2017

DSCF3631 | by cedrus`

DSCF3631 | Lebanon, Virginia: photo by cedrus`, 15 January 2017
more hair     every day
 
Untitled | by shtroxy

Untitled: photo by Aleksandra Perovic, 10 March 2016

Untitled | by shtroxy

 Untitled: photo by Aleksandra Perovic, 10 March 2016

Untitled | by shtroxy

Untitled: photo by Aleksandra Perovic, 10 March 2016

Untitled | by Marco Criniti

L1060598-moscow2017 | by Emil Gataullin
Untitled | by koushiksinharoy1

Untitled | kolkata, 2018: photo by Koushik Sinha Roy, 7 March 2018

Untitled | by koushiksinharoy1

Untitled | kolkata, 2018: photo by Koushik Sinha Roy, 7 March 2018

Untitled | by koushiksinharoy1

1 | by MARC GASSÓ


1 | by MARC GASSÓ
 
1 | by MARC GASSÓ

2 comments:

TC said...

Dylan: Pay in Blood (live, Hamburg 19 October 2014)

Well I'm grinding my life out, steady and sure
Nothing more wretched than what I must endure
I'm drenched in the light that shines from the sun
I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you've done
Sooner or later you make a mistake,
I'll put you in a chain that you never will break
Legs and arms and body and bone
I pay in blood, but not my own
Night after night, day after day
They strip your useless hopes away
The more I take the more I give
The more I die the more I live
I got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim
I got dogs could tear you limb from limb
I'm circlin' around the southern zone
I pay in blood, but not my own
Low cards are what I've got
But I'll play this hand whether I like it or not
I'm sworn to uphold the laws of God
You could put me out in front of a firing squad
I've been out and around with the rising men
Just like you, my handsome friend
My head's so hard, must be made of stone
I pay in blood, but not my own
Another politician coming out the abyss
Another angry beggar blowing you a kiss
You got the same eyes that your mother does
If only you could prove who your father was
Someone must of slipped a drug in your wine
You gulped it down and you've crossed the line
Man can't live by bread alone
I pay in blood, but not my own
How I made it back home, nobody knows
Or how I survived so many blows
I've been through Hell, What good did it do?
You bastard! I'm suppose to respect you!
I'll give you justice, I'll fathom your purse
Show me your moral that you reversed
Hear me holler, hear me moan
I pay in blood but not my own
You get your lover in the bed
Come here I'll break your lousy head
Our nation must be saved and freed
You've been accused of murder, how do you plead?
This is how I spend my days
I came to bury, not to raise
I'll drink my fill and sleep alone
I play in blood, but not my own

TC said...

Hey bobby, thanks for that! Not really about o'b that song i hope eh??

On another pertinent front, the second half of this post is titled after a brilliant bumpersticker made several centuries ago by my two good friends the late Anne Mikolowski and her partner the great Ken Mikolowski of Alternative Press, Grindstone City, Michigan.

The first half of the post remembers Michigan, courtesy of the great Don Hudson.

(You won't mention Don's photos, but that doesn't mean I won't.)

The bumpersticker read:

more hair
every day

The words are taken from a longer piece, which may appear here soon, insh'Allah, one never knows any more.

I'd have posted a repro of the bsticker but I have not the thing itself, nor any sort of repro, nor for that matter hands, nor eyes - that famous seventh stage.

But the spirit remains occasionally willing, so stay tuned, I guess.