Happy man
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This is my absolute favourite pair ever! My reproduction of an artwork called Lily’s Embrace done by Perselus on deviantart.com. (I have contacted the original artist, and she is aware that my reproduction of her work is posted here.) Done in pencil. A Severus Snape/Lily (Evans) Potter fan piece. Check out all of my Snape art here
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Here is a captured greeting between my younger son and my hubby who’s just returned home from work.
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Pacman – The Ultimate Shirt! ...I mean if Pac Man / affected us as kids, / we’d all be running around / in darkened rooms, / munching pills and listening / to repetitive music. CHANGE THE SHIRT COLOUR FOR A RETRO LOOK! OTHER WORK BY DIESEL LAWS /
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My hubby displaying raw emotion and me capturing it!
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On again On again I love a good bum on a woman, it makes my day. / To me it is palpable proof of God’s existence, a posteriori. / Also I love breasts and arms and ankles, elbows, knees; / It’s the tongue, the tongue, the tongue on a woman that spoils the job for me. / Please understand I respect and admire the frailer sex / And I honour them every bit as much as the next misogynist. / But give some women the ghost of a chance to talk and thereupon / They go on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on. I fell in love with a woman with wonderful thighs and hips / And a sensational belly. I just never noticed her lips were always moving. / Only when we got to the altar and she had to say “I do” / And she folded her arms and gathered herself and took in a breath and I knew / She could have gone on again, on again, on again till the entire / Congregation passed out and the vicar passed on and the choirboys passed through puberty. / At the reception I gloomily noted her family’s jubilant mood, / Their maniacal laughter and their ghastly gratitude. She talks to me when I go for a shave or a sleep or a swim. / She talks to me on a Sunday when I go singing hymns and drinking heavily. / When I go mending my chimney pot she’s down there in the street, / And at ninety-five on my motorbike she’s on the pillion seat / Wittering on again, on again, on and again and again. / When I’m eating or drinking or reading or thinking or when I’m saying my rosary. / She will never stop talking to me; she is one of those women who / Will never use three or four words when a couple of thousand will easily do! She also talks without stopping to me in our bed of a night; / Throughout the sweetest of our intimate delights she never gives over. / Not even stopping while we go hammer and tongs towards the peak - / Except maybe for a sigh and a groan and one perfunctory shriek. / Then she goes on again, on again, on again on and I must / Assume that she has never noticed that she’s just been interrupted. / Totally unruffled she is, and as far as I can see / I might just as well have been posting a letter or stirring up the tea! She will not take a hint, not once she’s made a start. / I can yawn or belch or bleed or faint or fart – she’ll not drop a syllable. / I could stand in front of her grimly sharpening up an axe, / I could sprinkle her with paraffin, and ask her for a match - / She’d just go on again, on again, on again even more. / The hind leg of a donkey is peanuts for her, she can bore the balls off a buffalo. / “Mother of God,” I cried one day, “Oh, let your kingdom come / “And in the meantime, Mother, could you strike this bugger dumb?” Well, believe it or not, she appeared to me then and there: / The Blessed Virgin herself, in answer to my prayer, despite the vulgarity, / Shimmering softly, dressed in blue and holding up a hand. / I cocked a pious ear as the Mother of God began. / Well she went on again, on again, on again, on, and I / Will have to state how very much I sympathise with the rest of the family. / Give some women the ghost of a chance to talk and thereupon / They go on again, on again, on again, on again, / And again, and again, and again, and again / They will go on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on. Jake Thackeray /
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It was then I saw you / By chance / Or fate? / Surrounded by flowers / Only half alive because the cold was coming / That look you gave / A sanctuary of love and madness in every blink / I knew in some way that I always belonged / And owned a part of you / Your eyes have always been fragrant with colour / No they can’t see it / Because it was never meant for them / The look that makes us believe / When in love / That we are so much more / Than what we have always been / Or will ever be / I remember saying to you / After a melancholy day / Why do you never buy me flowers? / And you answered / I do / I didn’t understand / So you explained / “Flowers die / There beauty for a brief moment / But in my every action / Of how much I adore you / Is how you have grown / How you survived / I created a garden / For you to dream / To live / To become / What you needed to be”. / I kiss you on the neck / The scent of smoke mixes with your skin / Your only weakness besides me / And remember the time we first met / You surrounded by flowers / that were only half alive / I couldn’t remember your name / But that you said in passing / My name means “right hand man of God” / I smiled at how humble you were about saying that / And how much weight those words now carry
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I was inspired by Starry night ….the first painting that I felt …not just loved …when I saw it …I felt i could understand it …and i scribbled these lines down as i painted As she dreams And I will be the one to steal the nightmares away / As you dream / I will ravenously ….glutinously eat at all the spoiled memories and chaos / Remembered and forgotten / I will eat with the appetite of a million hungry men / Until my stomach / And heart aches / Like yours has all these years / As you dream love / And I will kiss you / No not like the others / I will place my mouth over yours / And breathe in the ugly heaviness / Your lunatic laugh / Your screams of agony / Mercy ! / mercy please / They are all now mine to own / Because I adore you …and want you to dream / I will lay with you in my arms you as quiet as whisper / I as your shadow / I will take your bed of destitute and destruction / Filling my viens with your plague / Keeping me awake / Keeping me only half alive and half sane / Just for you. / To dream of what I always believed you were. / And I now own the thoughts of suicide / The padded walls covered in piss and cum / The fear of breaking / Of falling / The fear…. always fear in your eyes / Shhhhhhh now baby / We won’t ever speak of this / It is mine / You sleep with dreams love / And when you ask me / Why I never sleep / Why I am so distant / It is because / I hold this for you / This secret / That I can’t ever let you have back / We know what it did to you / I can’t see you like that anymore / I am not that cruel / That I love you so much that I would own your hate / More so than your love / So you can always dream / As I lay awake knowing / I gave you the peace you always needed / But could never ask for.
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Pen and ink animation drawing of a Happy Home.
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FIRST TIME PUBLISHED / When I looked outside my restaurant in Broome I saw two cowboyheads sitting on the tables outside and I had a strong urge to make some photo’s. I spook to the two men they where from Fitzroy Crossing. They where watching a crowd of Indeginous Aboriginal men and women ‘hanging’ outside in the Plaza. They where waiting for the local liquorshop to open, In Fitzroy is now a ‘ban’ on alcohol, they told me, so Fitzroy Crossing is now a ‘dry’ Community Miss. / Broome, Western Australia. / Today I received an email stating; CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR IMAGE ‘TYPAN’ is one of 55 images from the PEOPLE & PLANET International Photo Competition. to be published in the 2009 People&Planet; Social Justice & Enviroment Diary, which will be published this month in Australia (2009). / We thought that your image was incredible, and it won from a pool of OVER 1000 images from 316 photographers from around the World! / All funds raised by the People&Planet diary go to Australia’s small non profit organisations which are working to promote social-justice and environmental substainability around the world. /
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Collage pen and ink watercolor.
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word to yo momma
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Looking forward to it lol.. Model – Jatinder www.cathleentarawhiti.co.nz People/Portraiture HDR Photography Macro Photography Architecture Collaborations Skyscapes Animals/Birds/Insects Street Art Street Photography Everyday Objects Seascapes/Rivers/All Water Summer Photography Odd/Unusual Flowers/Plants/Trees Landscapes New Zealand Our Family Abstract Humour Black and White Photography
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Suitable Kite – get it? I want a turn!
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thanks – went with this one…
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One of my Birthday card series.
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guaranteed relaxation as soon as you put it on… / /
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this boy was just sitting there against these beautifull old rusty doors….Bikaner, Rajahstan ,India
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A hug?
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This is an older piece from way back in my “I’M GOING TO USE MARKERS ON EACH AND EVERYTHING I MAKE AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT SUCKA!” phase. (It’s kind of a lame phase, I know…shut up.) I have absolutely no idea what supposed to be going on it. Maybe it’s also from my “I’M GOING TO DRAW COMPLETE AND TOTAL NONSENSE AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT SUCKA!” phase? I dunno. You know what? Just turn your back to me and pretend that I’m not even here. If I could do it to myself, I would.
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I have been trying out various black and white methods and I thought I should give this one a go. / I took this picture without them knowing. / It looked like although the grandad didn’t have much money, he still managed to buy is grandson an ice cream. Taken in Bristol on Colston Street.
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This man just left his work and i was lucky to make this shot. Khuri, Rajahstan, India
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