camouflage

Camouflage christmas christmas bulbs...so funny about the duck tape

Enter Jupiter Not the center of the maritime world, but a house at the end of a street named for sailors who stopped going to sea and lived on land. A Florida-housing-boom 3-bedroom with a pool, a house where every day, for hours, I write poetry, having paid for the privilege with teaching Literature and speech and communications for over 25 years. Enter Jupiter—a rescue-dog Golden Retriever someone abandoned or lost, a dog whose ribs and hip bones show, whose dull brown eyes say, Jesus Christ, what's with you fucking humans? In the bedroom another rescue-dog, Thumper, famous for her lust to lie around, rise and be petted. A sort of Ava Gardner of the canine-rescue world. Joop is at my desk chair as I write this, sashaying up, tail metronoming away, a stuffed toy in his mouth. I look at this dog and think—How can anything be so abused and not want to bite the hand that feeds it? He drops his stuffed toy. He wants love or not to be cuffed. I pet him, he sighs, and I tell him I'm writing a poem about him. He doesn't care. He couldn't care less about our attempts to speak of Soul/Spirit/God or what's beyond a room in a house in Stuart, Florida on Mariner Village Lane with posters for The Sopranos and On the Road on one wall, Bob Dylan on the other. When I was teaching in southeast Ohio, a student in one of my classes came to Communications One drenched in blood from shoulder-level to the tops of his boots. It was Hunting Season, so I thought, He's been out...

One of my child hood / teen favorites. I know, the original is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much better, but I just find joy in the fact that I can play it in a recognizable way. Please beer with me ;)

Today on CapeCast: In today's video, CapeCast blows the cover off some of the ocean's most intriguing creatures who can change appearance in the blink of an eye.

Rubber 0 cement's unearthly performance and experiments will be driven by their newly crafted Cubed Cerebrum Random Bango Mesodermuzzle©, a rotating jukebox that when fed money rattles its' bowling ball braincells inside a solid city state© razzle-dazzle camouflage exterior. The random beats it generates is contrary to all things rhythmical and has a sympathetic bond (comparison) with rocks inside a washing machine Royal Panini Worship Networks 2008

blazeinamillion's QuickCapture Video - December 01, 2008, 03:18 AM siiiike!!! gotcha....go buy the album dec 9th but while ur here....tell me how i did

Rubber (0) Cement's unearthly performance and experiments will be driven by their newly crafted Cubed Cerebrum Random Bango Mesodermuzzle©, a rotating jukebox that when fed money rattles its' bowling ball braincells inside a solid city state© razzle-dazzle camouflage exterior. The random beats it generates is contrary to all things rhythmical and has a sympathetic bond (comparison) with rocks inside a washing machine. Royal Panini Worship Networks 2008

*WATCH IN HIGH QUALITY* Please no hateful comments towards either couple, I do love them both! Somewhat of an A/R: Sam's POV. Sam's through with trying to be everything Jason wants; she's done her fair share of hurting him and he's done the same to her. Jason wants to try to make things work but Sam feels that he's not worth it anymore. She wants a man who can love her; flaws and all. Sam thinks that Lucky could be that man but she's afraid to give her heart away only for it to be broken again, the same way Jason broke her heart. Clip credit: Dominos & Tequila, Come What May, Holsgem, Trusted Hearts, Always and Forever, Favorite-Moments, NickyM96, and CaziGirl

cease all war

this song it makes me very sad and reminds me of someone that i can't never met again. (((((Lyrics: Bury all your secrets in my skin Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins The air around me still feels like a cage And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again... So if you love me, let me go. And run away before I know. My heart is just too dark to care. I can't destroy what isn't there. Deliver me into my Fate - If I'm alone I cannot hate I don't deserve to have you... My smile was taken long ago / If I can change I hope I never know I still press your letters to my lips And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss I couldn't face a life without your light But all of that was ripped apart... when you refused to fight So save your breath, I will not hear. I think I made it very clear. You couldn't hate enough to love. Is that supposed to be enough? I only wish you weren't my friend. Then I could hurt you in the end. I never claimed to be a Saint... My own was banished long ago , It took the Death of Hope to let you go So Break Yourself Against My Stones And Spit Your Pity In My Soul You Never Needed Any Help You Sold Me Out To Save Yourself And I Won't Listen To Your Shame You Ran Away - You're All The Same Angels Lie To Keep Control... My Love Was Punished Long Ago If You Still Care, Don't Ever Let Me Know If you still care, don't ever let me know...