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Sunday, 1 July 2018

Falling (She Came Back) | flessshapods

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Falling, Pran Buri | by Piti Amraranga

Falling, Pran Buri [Thailand]: photo by Piti Dui, 30 June 2018

Falling, Pran Buri | by Piti Amraranga

Falling, Pran Buri [Thailand]: photo by Piti Dui, 30 June 2018

Falling, Pran Buri | by Piti Amraranga

Falling, Pran Buri [Thailand]: photo by Piti Dui, 30 June 2018

Bizkor | by urtaur

Bizkor: photo by urtaur, 11 November 2017

Bizkor | by urtaur

Bizkor: photo by urtaur, 11 November 2017

Bizkor | by urtaur

Bizkor: photo by urtaur, 11 November 2017

... | by Nacho's libre

Untitled | by noppadol.maitreechit

Untitled [Chumphon, Thailand]: photo by noppadol maitreechit, 26 June 2018

Untitled | by noppadol.maitreechit

Untitled [Chumphon, Thailand]: photo by noppadol maitreechit, 26 June 2018

Untitled | by noppadol.maitreechit

Untitled [Chumphon, Thailand]: photo by noppadol maitreechit, 26 June 2018

Untitled | by kenwalton

Untitled | by kenwalton

Untitled | by kenwalton

5 comments:

TC said...

Stan Ridgway: Harry Truman

Stan the Man saw all this coming from the high desert perspective. Distance lends enchantment to the view.

I bodyguarded Harry Truman once. He was a KC hat salesman picked by the Democratic Party machine to replace FDR. One-inch-tall killer haberdasher asshole pure and simple and straight up and show me the money, one's #1 least fave Prez til now. That good night's sleep as the Bomb dropt, pure uncut guilt free Murican, the Good Right Stuff or whatever the Grossinger lifestyle fascists used to call it... and Buzz Aldrin has lost his mind and what are we to do. John Wayne died w 80 lbs undigested animal matter in his gut, true fact, kilt by radiation from A bomb, what goes around comes around, Death speaks through our evangelical Mouths.

John Wayne was always bald
And he had a woman's name
Valentino was a momma's boy
He cried in his tent all night long
And Harry Truman finally dropped the bomb
So they could go to sleep at night
So they could go to sleep at night

I got a plaque up on the wall
And an office in the sky
I give birth to major deals
Lookin' down on the passersby
I pass the torch, I follow the code
I'm steerin' straight ahead, I don't stray from the road
To be a warrior with a king
To put your hand in the flame without burning
And go to sleep at night
And go to sleep at night
And go to sleep at night

John Wayne was always bald
And he had a woman's name
Valentino was a momma's boy
I cried in my tent all night long
And Harry Truman finally dropped the bomb
So I could go to sleep at night
So I could go to sleep at night
Now, go to sleep...

kent said...

TC,

You are one fearless motherfucker.
So I could have the strength
to get out of bed, even when
it's still night.
Plain, Salt or Everything?

k

TC said...

More like screw loose I fear.

You are my rock.

Whole wheat, no salt.

Wooden Boy said...

Ukraine is one country lousy with priests.

I'm with you every line, Tom.

TC said...

But that concept of the outdoor confessional is novel enough. It's meant to be a dark closed secret place. In this scene there is at least the hint of entertainment value. Though that might be only me.

I love Tetyana B's close eye for the joke.

The atmosphere here where we are though is no joke at all at present and nobody's laughing x-cept the Trumplets. And this apocalypse effect, with the sun gone from the fires, and all things ashen... talking of entertainment.