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You woke up in the rusted frame
Of a burned out old Deville.
Your legs are shot and they’re flushed with pain,
But you can’t keep them still.
The sun sets and you’re afraid
Of the itching in your skin.
You stumble down the boulevard
Of neon encrusted temples.
You’re looking for the grace of God
In the arms of a fellow stranger.
Disciples hand you catalogues of concubines
As you stumble down the boulevard crying, “Hosanna.”
Welcome to fabulous, welcome to fabulous Las Vegas.
Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins.
Las Vegas, didn’t nobody tell you the house will always win?
Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas, Brandon Flowers (via damonator)
Bf has been in Las Vegas for work for almost 10 days now. I don’t think he’s slept much (work all day, play all night).
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"I am losing the precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news."
Alaska Days with John Muir, S. Hall Young
[The last gasp of Autumn, by Ania.Photography]
I loved Alaska.
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The transaction took place in the summer of 2010 at the Arcada Farmer’s Market in California. Jacqueline Suskin sat in a folding chair balancing a manual typewriter on her knees, pecking letters onto receipt paper using two fingers. She wore a printed dress under her camel overcoat—the kind one imagines wearing to an Easter Sunday service, and large dark glasses shrouded much of her face. A small sign next to her read, ‘Poem Store—Your Subject, Your Price.’
Neal Ewald, 58, VP of a timber firm, stood there skeptical yet intrigued. He asked Suskin for a $5 dollar poem about being underwater—he was eager to hit the beach on an upcoming vacation. “Being under water was my second favorite thing to do in life,” Suskin replied.
Suskin grew up in Florida and knew all about the ocean. She used to spend hours on end snorkeling until an eye infection prohibited her from doing so.
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Just when I think yoga is getting more challenging (maybe I’m regressing) or that I’m just not making any progress, I surprise myself.
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The AntipodeThe Antipode was designed to engage the drinkers focus on taste, by requiring sipping at intervals, rather than rapid consumption.The diffusion of the frozen coffee cube into the whisky gradually inverts the ratio of each of the drinks individual components, resulting in a glass where the taste balance constantly shifts and ultimately ends at the beginning’s antipode.Beginning with a clear dominance of Whisky, true to it taste and flavour. This will slowly transform into a blend of whisky married with coffee. Ending with what can only be described as a pleasant coffee drink hinting of the whisky former self.As drinkers observe the evolution from a predominantly whisky to a predominantly coffee flavour balance, we hope a more discerning consideration of the respective ingredients is achieved.RecipeSquare Mile , Sedie Yirgacheffe, Natural.Brew Method :AeroPress18grams , Ground For Cupping235ml water, temperature 37.5oCInverted Submerged MethodDouble Paper FilterTime 35-40 minutes Brew & Press.20ml 1 to 1 Simply Syrup using a Light Muscovado* Sugar Choice is purely subjective, so feel free to play with it.5ml Madagascar Bourbon Vanilla ExtractMix all liquid ingredients together.Set as 25ml measures in Ice try and freezeTo present simply serve Ice in appropriate drinking vessel, with a 25ml measure of your preferred Whisky. The whisky measure should be equal to that of the ice cube.Images Courtesy Of Giulia MulèDUNNE
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Funny Game of Thrones House Sigils for Other TV Families by College Humor
I got a good laugh out of these. :D
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Standing alone, in some of the worst neighborhoods, these nineteenth century structures were once attached to similar row houses that made up entire city blocks. Time and major demographic changes have resulted in the decay and demolition of many such blocks of row houses. Occasionally, one house is spared – literally cut off from its neighbors and left to the elements with whatever time it has left. Still retaining traces of its former glory, the last house standing is often still occupied.—Ben Marcin
Last House Standing reads like a tribute to the forgotten solo row house, an “architectural quirk” as German born, Baltimore-based photographer Ben Marcin calls them. Shot around Baltimore, Philly and New Jersey, Marcin catalogs these solitary buildings that at one time weren’t as lonely as they are now. Their placement in the urban landscape feels strange yet appealing, almost like portals to other dimensions—a case of when it stands alone, it stands out.
I see these sometimes. Forlorn forgotten houses.
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I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Tiny moth on the parking garage wall this morning
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