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Jamie makes himself out to be
a young poor boy from county three Raised on beans and corn on the cob He shakes his fist at the boss man Steve for doing things like assigning jobs Jamie says he's just a po'boy peasant That's what he says, he's a big town virgin but we know better, we know his father he's a multi-billionaire thoracic surgeon Jamie isn't a farmer now, but he ain't a lawyer either This was just a couch. Now you'll look twice, thanks to my ad-exec mom. You can register to take an advertising course with her anytime.
Three sisters and a cousin in the back corner. Nobody realized that the only steering wheel that worked was in the hands of the youngest, and was, in fact, square. Vacuuming the flakes like ash on my head
Coal tar doesn't do the trick Slurping recognition from tiny talks Looks like nothing changes much Life seems pointless to the dead As they wave their silk flowers on their graves as I walk past their stony names Forgetting they were ever here If you're as good as your latest work How accomplished are the dead? They aren't doing much these days Worthless now, yet glorified in the upsidedown Renowned in a weird way underground Their faces have rotted and decayed Beneath headstone accolades and eulogies Does the past matter 6 feet under? Names upon names upon names. Today, Michael Keaton walked through the door. He had less hair than probably occupied his scalp at one time, front teeth that are charmingly un-straight, and bright blue eyes glowing through his carrot-juice tanned face. His voice was soft and inquiring, but humorously reserved. He said he wanted to introduce me to “a little thing, the coolest thing ever,” and pausing to grin, he presented a shovel-like item, which on closer inspection was obviously a Wyoming License plate turned into a dustpan. I don’t know if that is an accurate representation of Michael Keaton’s views on Wyoming, but there it was.
He then asked me if we needed work done for any of our listings, because he does minor repairs and removal of debris. He gave me a completely fictional alias and a landline phone number. He mentioned he bought a house on Sunnyside a while back as I dutifully added him to our list of handymen and told him we’d call if we had a mess. All photographs are just facsimiles. They have the potential to misrepresent their subject matter grossly. You will almost always look better or worse than you really do in photographs - almost never lifelike, so you may as well tip the odds in your favor. Here are some tips for taking a picture that will convince all your "friends" that you're good looking. Just wait till they meet you in person! It's a ball. 1. Find a light source. This can be any light source, but the light should always be at least 70 percent lighter than its environment so that when you stick your face into its beams, your face will be at least 70 percent brighter than the background of the photo. 2. Stick your face in the beams. You need to make sure it's getting just part of your face: don't do it head on; rather find an angle that gets the parts of your face that have bone structure (if there are any), and try to find a high-contrast light-dark chiaroscuro across the planes. 3. Strike a pose and click it. You should wind up with something like the below, which used a lamp on a desk in a hotel with a 60-100 watt bulb. 4. Apply whatever crap filters you feel suit the mood. VOILA! See below for how NOT to take a photo No matter how bright your light is, you want it to be narrow. A camera flash will almost never get you the results you want because the light is too broad. Likewise, a window will not create a dramatic effect because the amount of light is just too encompassing. The first image below was taken with a flash, and the second uses the car's overhead spotlight to direct beams onto a small area.
See the difference? Same location, same time of night, same camera, same OUTFIT, but the second one is just so much more gangsta. Little known fact: whenever city planning committees confer to name streets and blocks, they create poems as a working draft to keep everything organized.
"Though fog or night the scene encumbers, Why don't all buildings show their numbers On lintel, wall or door? Why can't a house say good and plenty, 'Hey look at me! I'm Nineteen-twenty, The joint you're looking for!' "Why can't our thoroughfares, our highways, Our squares, our streets, our parks, our byways, Have signs where all can see? 'I'm Lincoln Place.' 'I'm Pershing Corner.' 'I'm Avenue Ignatius-Horner.' 'I'm Boulevard Legree.' https://www.planning.org/pas/reports/report13.htm The wrinkles in my forehead are ever in-creasing
That’s a pun, get it? Creases never ceasing. I’m 26, so I should have expected it It’s from living on earth with never a respite Just living, sleeping, not working too hard But going and going the same way onward Stuck in linear time since birth Newton’s first law taking its toll on the earth My forehead is no exception to physics At least soon I’ll make a die of it. These two strangers are the very grooviest people who ever lived. They ate the grooviest fish, baked the grooviest bread, and walked with the grooviest gait in all the land. One day their grooviness was tested by some bad fish from a not-so-groovy store, but they recovered in the grooviest way possible. They groove on still.
Maureen is one of those girls who can turn on the waterworks within seconds of being happy. Her beau thinks it's attractive, but he will get sick of it within the first year of marriage. She was voted "most likely to be famous" during her senior year which was somewhat a self-fulfilling prophesy.
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Do you know yourself? That is to say; do you know everything about yourself that can be known? This question did not have to be asked the same way that it is now. Thanks to the internet, a person can exist and not know about himself so many important facts that the rest of the world will use against him, such as: what is his credit score? Socrates taught that the “unexamined life is not worth living,” but he didn’t have to keep up to date on how the google algorithms identified him. The Greek aphorism “know thyself” takes on a new meaning today. It may be applied to a person’s identity as it always has been, but now one's identity exists on an entirely new platform: the digital world. Thanks to the internet, the government can access not only your deepest secrets, but also specific credentials that you may not even know, yet that are linked permanently to your footprint on earth. Do YOU know your credit score? More than 30% of Americans have no clue about their financial metrics. Your lenders do, however. Maybe even your property managers do. The digitization of our world has affected you whether you want it to or not, it has expanded our world into a growing mirror dimension. You are now a thing that is physical and immaterial, so in addition to learning who you are as a human, you are required to learn what you are as a QID whether you signed up for that or not.
The cape where this woman sits knew many stars, including the Kennedy relatives. Given her worsening condition, the siblings decided to move her to this mid-century beach house in the belief that the health of the entire family would improve were she to convalesce away from their home and enterprises in the city. The neighbors said she never had visitors, but you could always hear her talking if you walked past in the evening.
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Honestly, as far as K-dramas go, what's not to like in this recent show? Guns, swords, games, oldstyle warrior figures, augmented reality, coding, a tall building, the Spanish language, the English language, the Korean language, Koreans speaking Spanish, and WHAT NOW? K-zombies. Yes. Korean walking dead. This series has everything. Also, conflict. Which gun?지도자
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