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lorrainecink:

This is how you Bloody Mary.

Art

lorrainecink:

This is how you Bloody Mary.

Art

(Source: memewhore)

My mom used to tell me to stay outof high crime areas but sometimes you have to get dirty. #wallstreet #Trinitychurch

My mom used to tell me to stay outof high crime areas but sometimes you have to get dirty. #wallstreet #Trinitychurch

caro-linda-goris:

THE man … w/ furry slippers

caro-linda-goris:

THE man … w/ furry slippers

shontelle:

She still sweet years lata. 1 mo toast ‘fore de night out iyah! Happy Birthday tuh muh girl @badgalriri. ❤💕💞💋🎂🎁🎉🎈🍻💨🐟 #HappyBirthdayRiRi

shontelle:

She still sweet years lata. 1 mo toast ‘fore de night out iyah! Happy Birthday tuh muh girl @badgalriri. ❤💕💞💋🎂🎁🎉🎈🍻💨🐟 #HappyBirthdayRiRi

I remember the first time felt the electricity and connectedness between myself and everything around me.  I was sitting in a remote northern bay of an upstate New York Lake drinking wine  and reading.  I was lamenting the imminent end of a long term relationship hence my reason for being alone. As I slowly became aware of my circumstances I also noticed that the quiet overcast day was changing rapidly.  Ominous storm clouds had rolled in quickly without much warning and no wind. Normally when a front comes in the wind blows, the waves pick up and you can get to shore fairly safely without issue.  I took the cue from nature and decided it was time to get out of dodge. I sparked the motor, throttled up and headed out to the main lake. As I began my journey south I noticed the lake was like glass. A mirror to the sky. Stranger still, a mist had formed within minutes that was a few feet above the water. Just enough to conceal the lake in most places and not so much that I could not see where I was going in relation to the mountains around me. It was actually beautiful. The sky was dark purple and black in places and I could hear the thunder. I could also see occasional lightning behind the mountains. I could feel electricity in the air and knew almost instantly that I was in a very dangerous situation.  Being the only moving target out on a lake in a lightning storm is not where you want to be. I took a compass reading towards a familiar mountainside landmark and put the throttle down full hammer in a roll of the dice. I could have pulled into an Island and waited it out but being under tall pine trees was not the safest option either. No, I had to get off the water.  “Balls to the wall” No panic.  My body was in a mist and my head was above it. Every now and then I could see the glass like lake through an open patch of mist. I was flying. The sky was pink in places. Electricity was in the air. Literally and metaphorically. So alive. I looked up in the sky to my south west and saw the clouds had started churning. The beginnings of a tornado. What was so strange is that it was pulling toward me. And as I moved south of it, it followed me. We were connected some how. It  was terrifying to see this cloud mass form a perfect funnel cloud in my wake. I trimmed the out drive to get a little extra speed. If this thing touches down every second will count. My nerves never get the best of me but this was having an affect.  The fog ahead of me was massing and I was losing complete visability in front but everything behind me was clear, as well as that funnel cloud. How is it possible that this cloud is following right to my dock. I could not imagine. Suddenly I swooped passed a 5 mph bouy  at the mouth of the bay where my boat dock was . I let the boat stay full throttle for about 2 seconds to give myself a quicker pace to the dock and then pulled up all at once planing up and then down to a slow rumble. I looked up at the swirling mass above me. Remarkably, it slowed as the boat did and dissipated  into nothing. Holy fucking shit I thought. The atmospheric conditions were so impossibly perfect, that the speed of the boat and heat of the engine against a damp, electric, and cold sky had created the vortex that formed above me.  I realized then how connected we all are, even the machines.

I remember the first time felt the electricity and connectedness between myself and everything around me.  I was sitting in a remote northern bay of an upstate New York Lake drinking wine  and reading.  I was lamenting the imminent end of a long term relationship hence my reason for being alone. As I slowly became aware of my circumstances I also noticed that the quiet overcast day was changing rapidly.  Ominous storm clouds had rolled in quickly without much warning and no wind. Normally when a front comes in the wind blows, the waves pick up and you can get to shore fairly safely without issue.  I took the cue from nature and decided it was time to get out of dodge. I sparked the motor, throttled up and headed out to the main lake. As I began my journey south I noticed the lake was like glass. A mirror to the sky. Stranger still, a mist had formed within minutes that was a few feet above the water. Just enough to conceal the lake in most places and not so much that I could not see where I was going in relation to the mountains around me. It was actually beautiful. The sky was dark purple and black in places and I could hear the thunder. I could also see occasional lightning behind the mountains. I could feel electricity in the air and knew almost instantly that I was in a very dangerous situation.  Being the only moving target out on a lake in a lightning storm is not where you want to be. I took a compass reading towards a familiar mountainside landmark and put the throttle down full hammer in a roll of the dice. I could have pulled into an Island and waited it out but being under tall pine trees was not the safest option either. No, I had to get off the water.  “Balls to the wall” No panic.  My body was in a mist and my head was above it. Every now and then I could see the glass like lake through an open patch of mist. I was flying. The sky was pink in places. Electricity was in the air. Literally and metaphorically. So alive. I looked up in the sky to my south west and saw the clouds had started churning. The beginnings of a tornado. What was so strange is that it was pulling toward me. And as I moved south of it, it followed me. We were connected some how. It  was terrifying to see this cloud mass form a perfect funnel cloud in my wake. I trimmed the out drive to get a little extra speed. If this thing touches down every second will count. My nerves never get the best of me but this was having an affect.  The fog ahead of me was massing and I was losing complete visability in front but everything behind me was clear, as well as that funnel cloud. How is it possible that this cloud is following right to my dock. I could not imagine. Suddenly I swooped passed a 5 mph bouy  at the mouth of the bay where my boat dock was . I let the boat stay full throttle for about 2 seconds to give myself a quicker pace to the dock and then pulled up all at once planing up and then down to a slow rumble. I looked up at the swirling mass above me. Remarkably, it slowed as the boat did and dissipated  into nothing. Holy fucking shit I thought. The atmospheric conditions were so impossibly perfect, that the speed of the boat and heat of the engine against a damp, electric, and cold sky had created the vortex that formed above me.  I realized then how connected we all are, even the machines.

One of the most redeeming qualities of the internet is that it allows you to grow your love affair with “solitude” without actually being alone. And when you’re in love, you’re never alone.

coketalk:

Listen, motherfucker. I don’t know what you thought would happen when you picked me as your spirit animal, but you can take all that adorable woodland creature nonsense and shove it up your unenlightened ass. I’ve been around. I’ve seen shit. I fucked Bambi’s mother back when she was still hot.
That’s right, bitch. This ain’t gonna be some gentle cleansing of the soul. We’re not gonna skip through any dreamscape meadows together. We’re not gonna dip our cute little noses in any babbling brooks of mystic energy. I’m gonna drag your useless shrieking ego through the black forest shadow dimension until your higher consciousness can move through the eternal nothingness without fear of its own annihilation.
You think you’re ready for a vision quest? You’d better be, asshole. I’m gonna eye fuck so much ancient sacred wisdom into your thick human skull that time and space will melt away into harmonic vibrations of universal oneness.
Go ahead. Whisper your darkest fears and deepest secrets into my furry little ears. I’m the righteous guardian of your fate, and I’ve already seen your death.

coketalk:

Listen, motherfucker. I don’t know what you thought would happen when you picked me as your spirit animal, but you can take all that adorable woodland creature nonsense and shove it up your unenlightened ass. I’ve been around. I’ve seen shit. I fucked Bambi’s mother back when she was still hot.

That’s right, bitch. This ain’t gonna be some gentle cleansing of the soul. We’re not gonna skip through any dreamscape meadows together. We’re not gonna dip our cute little noses in any babbling brooks of mystic energy. I’m gonna drag your useless shrieking ego through the black forest shadow dimension until your higher consciousness can move through the eternal nothingness without fear of its own annihilation.

You think you’re ready for a vision quest? You’d better be, asshole. I’m gonna eye fuck so much ancient sacred wisdom into your thick human skull that time and space will melt away into harmonic vibrations of universal oneness.

Go ahead. Whisper your darkest fears and deepest secrets into my furry little ears. I’m the righteous guardian of your fate, and I’ve already seen your death.

I’ll never forget the first words Marilyn ever said to me,” says Streisand, with the suspended gaze of one of her film heroines. “Do you know how wonderful you are?

I was thinking how lucky we are that Barbara came from a time where Hollywood Execs and record labels didn’t tell her to get a nose job. Or maybe they did and she came from a time when woman said no to that bullshit.

(Source: the-gentle-rain)

This was the very first recording console at the legendary “Abbey Road” Studios. I wonder how my clients would react if I started wearing a lab coat to work everyday.

This was the very first recording console at the legendary “Abbey Road” Studios. I wonder how my clients would react if I started wearing a lab coat to work everyday.