Sick
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No im not addicted to anything at all, maybe chocolate but thats it, i think, well for now :D
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Just one wafer thin mint…
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amputee stating the obvious.
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This effect was achieved by clamping my camera to the roundabout and triggering a delayed shutter release with the self-timer shortly before spinning the roundabout… People were looking at me thinking I was crazy… The things we do for art!!!
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Another in my series of the Old General Hospital. This is of the interior hallway leading into the bowels of the sinister and dark sanitorium. I didn’ t have a flashlight becasue this was spur of the moment. So I had to use my camera flash to illuminate the long dark hallways that have many rooms and other halls leading from this main corridor. I crept along hugging the wall working my way deeper into the dungeon like structure. My imagination was going wild as I visualized the scenes of countless horror movies and their macabre scenes. I could almost feel the horror of its previous occupants as the darkness enveloped me; yet I dared go a little further just to get that picture of what lay beyond… / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography /
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Leprosy. its just not funny. / Jesus digged the leper, so how can it be bad? buy it and guarantee a place in heaven… Other Tee’s / and more and more ! and even a few more !!! and some extra ones…
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This tee tells the tale of Glenda, illustrating that life is too short to be miserable… enjoy!!!!!
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Model: brujo Textures: / cgtextures / amptone-stock
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Poor sick tortoise thing, coughing up stuff.
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Splendid.
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The alternative version of the original Who says I’m mental? design. / Check out my T.I.M t-shirts series: / Check out my profile for a quick thumbnail listing for all my designs! =D
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sometimes the darkness snuffs out the light / before the day even begins / sometimes a bird dies before it takes flight / sometimes the sickness wins sometimes ideals get crushed by the truth / and the ship sinks before it can sail / sometimes your white knights are proven uncouth / and all of your hard work still fails sometimes your doctors can’t find a cure / and your saints are just hiding their sins / i’ve seen all i can, i can’t take any more / sometimes the sickness wins. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / photo taken at dannelston steel.
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/ / Thanks to ExplorerLoki for this clever, fascinating setting. Location: Old Aradale Asylum, Victoria, Australia
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Mr Sir and I live in the same place. Not the same apartment number but one wall away. He’s not my cat and I’m not his human so I don’t want any flack about people starting to look like their pets! It just happens to be that we are the only two black things in the complex. Naturally he looks up to me [because he’s short] for social guidance since I’m the senior member of our unofficial duo. And I try to keep him straight about stuff like the proper hair/fur dye for pesky gray whiskers and how to talk to women without having a hand down the front of your pants. (He’s got that one down since he doesn’t wear pants but I still watch him to make sure he doesn’t do any backsliding). Mr Sir isn’t his full name and I can’t remember what it is. Something like ‘Mr Sir Rudolph the 14th’ maybe. He answers to just the “M” and “S” sounds so you can call him “Ms” and he’ll answer. And boy will he answer! This hairy furball talks more than a 12-year old girl with permission to use the home phone. And like humans, he has dozens of sounds/words and uses them all for maximum effect. Hunger? Here come the whine that will make a Siamese want to kill him. Bored? Every hear a cat grumble to itself? Disquieting to say the least. “Hello! I wanna visit!” As clear as a human child learning to talk, you look at him in wonder. Well, this week, Mr Sir made the leap from neighbour to houseguest. I come home and the single ‘mew’ is waiting at my door. Why? Did he get mixed up and think I was his owner (a Caucasian female at least 25 years younger than I) or forget what his apartment number is? Hands full, I have a choice: put down everything and pacify him until he gets bored and grumbles walking away, or; open the door and watch him race inside before me. Until he rips up something, fails to talk when he needs to go outside, or fights me for food, I guess I can stand a visitor for about 15 minutes while he explores and talks to me about how messy a housekeeper I am. Ungrateful. Simply ungrateful. Soon the warnings will be in the newspapers, the radio, the Internet, and the television. Mr Sir who’s sorta like that ‘indoor/outdoor’ carpet and covers the floor in both places, will be sequestered to his proper home and left to exercise his vocabulary upon everyone within earshot. It’s not his fault but it’s another variation of “Strange Fruit” so being black has its serious and unique risks. While I won’t be swinging from a lynching tree cuz I’m a ‘black cat’ (musical slang for a jazz musician), Mr Sir could be because Halloween is coming and there are people (who shouldn’t even be called ‘people’) who do terrible things to black cats. Mr Sir won’t be visiting for a while as he adjusts badly to becoming an ‘inside only’ feline. And I won’t have to fight him for the right to come into my own apartment first (or not to bat my keys in the doorknob or attack the mantis I’m shooting, but that’s another story). We will be forced apart for a bit but that’s OK. He may be horrifically annoyed I get to be outside and he doesn’t but he doesn’t know about “strange fruit” and I hope he never learns. Some disasters need to be keep ‘human only’. After all, why should a talking cat have to talk about crap like that??? PS I actually thought I took this shot with my former ‘pocket rocket’: Olympus IR-500. But looking back at the files I see it came from the lens of my Nikon D80 at its closest focal point of 18mm! I obviously didn’t want to use flash for multiple reasons (not the least of which is animals have such reflective eyes that flashes make them hideous). So on full manual, I pulled off this shot in incandescent lighting from the front and the careful addition of some ISO and on-board noise reduction. While Mr Sir is amazing calm when warm and sleepy, I still shot him at high speed and the camera’s sharpest setting (most VIVID) to be sure I didn’t get any blur while capturing every nuance of his face and fur. This shot is as honest and accurate a shot can be of this great feline. There was enlargement for uploading but nothing more regarding editing than a bit of cropping done to make it more intimate. In the full sized shot, the image is slightly larger than 1 to 1 macro as measured by manually comparing Mr Sir’s actual eyes to the larger Red Bubble image of his eyes. Any closer and his breath would have fogged the lens (and turned my stomach). LOL! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ / 50% of any profit made from the sale of this piece will go directly to the buyer’s choice between PAWS, PETA, and the SPCA.
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For Pinky Jain… look her up on RB… Thank you soooooo much for your feedback oh… and for introducing me to the term ‘Bottle Flu’...
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One of these birds has bird flu – can you tell which? Other Tee’s / and more and more ! and even a few more !!! and some extra ones…
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It’s baAAAaack!
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Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love (self portrait)
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Cartoon illustration of a zombie with a bird pulling worms out of him. Early bird gets the worm! Great for Halloween!
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Elixir
by robpixadaySend it down, that silky sleep! / Swirl it to its home. / Mouths for taking, / Tongues for tasting, / Throats to stoke the fires. Gulp it in, that twirling burst! / Gasp it to its home. / Mouths for taking, / Tongues for tasting, / Throats to stoke the fires. Elixir of sin, conduit of pleasure! / Recall its feathery touch. / Mouths for taking, / Tongues for tasting, / Throats to stoke the fires. Enter me now, give me sleep! / Sear my heart with peace. / Mouths for taking, / Tongues for tasting, / Throats to stoke the fires. Those of you “of a certain age” may recall Elixir Terpin Hydrate with Codeine as a cough remedy from your childhood. I was a sick kid, lots of troubles, and I had my share of that magical liquid. It stopped coughs and brought me rest, but the most exciting part of it was that FIERCE burn as it touched inflamed throat tissues. It wasn’t until decades later (when I worked for a pharmaceutical company) that I full understood what I had been swallowing…and what the elixir part of the magic actually was. For some reason, whenever I see a twinkling waterdrop on a silken petal, my mind takes me back to that burst of flames…so I made this image to convey that feeling. It’s the last of my “small” images. From now on I’ll be working larger…I hope. The base image is a supermacro of tiny begonia flower with fractal images and two photo images and digital painting all layered….compounded (for you pharmaceutical engineers out there…LOL)....in Photoshop Elements 3. One note: The droplet on the petal point in the center was never there. I’m happy to say I “created it.” /
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gimp dream wip
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Model – Marcus Ranum / Created using Digital Image Watch the video it say’s it all! Going on 6 weeks of fun for me! Thanks for all of your support! This picture is the only pretty view of 3 pigs flying around in your rib cage. Must have been a breathable moment! I’m Sick /
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