binga banga bunga

CANDLE: Happy Birthday

CANDLE: Go out!

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Candle: Candlelope

Sanaoliopuisto:
Kynttilooppi (Gazella candelae)

Kynttiloopit ovat siroja, 60-80 cm pitkiä otuksia, jotka koostuvat palavista kynttilöistä. Ne ovat yöeläimiä, jotka aamunkoitteessa vetäytyvät luoliin lepäämään. Kynttiloopit viihtyvät kivikoissa ja muilla seuduilla, joilla kasvillisuus on niukkaa. Kynttiloopit ovat erittäin haavoittuvaisia ja elävät korkeintaan muutaman viikon vanhoiksi. Ne lisääntyvät kerran vuorokaudessa sytyttämällä viisitoista uutta kynttilää. Kynttiloopit käyttävät ravinnokseen maassa vipeltäviä pikkuolioita, kuten transpäästäistejä. Voisi luulla, että kynttiloopit ovat nopeita juoksijoita, mutta palavat kynttilät hidastavat niiden vauhtia: sillä jos yli 20% kynttiloopin kynttilöistä sammuu, kynttilooppi
katoaa.

RED: Qualia

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RED: beef

keep yr beef up

Week 36: Bellyache: Bellies inside bellies

Beduiinien hääateria

Kameeleja jotka on täytetty
lampailla, jotka on täytetty
kanoilla, jotka on täytetty
liskoilla, jotka on täytetty
päästäisillä, jotka on täytetty
hunajaan kastetuilla heinäsirkanjaloilla
jotka on täytetty atomeilla
jotka on täytetty tyhjyydellä

Week 36: Bellyache

live

Week 34: Tunnel: funnel

Week 34: Tunnel: Tunnel Of Love

the tunnel of love: probably the most crappiest sight in the world.

Week 33: Space Ship: Fan Yang

http://www.bubbleart.com/Silvia%20Home%20Page.htm

Week 32: Barbie: Dead Barbzilla

muisto 90-luvun alusta

Poraan polttolasilla barbien silmää
muurahaiset säntäilevät

ribba i ebb

Week 32: Barbie: Surrender

Guys, watch out.

Week 32: Barbie: Fat Barbie

i really love dolly parton, but fat barbie is also great!

Week 31:Castle: Diagramic Raw Concept

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Week 31: Castle: Chateau d'Espagne

But that wasn't her dream when she sat in the carriage with him. The prostitute spoke with glowing, feverish cheeks about a farm, about the countryside where the air is fresh and easy to breathe, where people are honest and simple, where her sordid background would be unknown or forgotten. The countryside was for her a purification, turning her into a child again, untouched and clean.
The perfect gentleman sitting next to her in the carriage, at an appropriate distance, was deeply moved. He felt he had helped raise this miserable child when he had helped her to dream, to give words to the images inside her. He looked at her naive, rosy cheeks that had kept a sincere pureness after all she had gone through, and he was content and happy when he raised his eyes up towards the road behind the driver, and he knew he was now taking her towards this dream.

D'après le roman "Les Mystères de Paris" d'Eugène Sue.

Week 31: Castle

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Week 31: Castle: The Royal Castle Neuschwanstein

for more information on visiting and castle history visit http://home.wi.rr.com/thehelings/neuschwanstein.html

Week 31: Castle: Pohja - Savela

photography out of a home

Week 31: Castle: Castle 2015

as shares plummeted,
castle 3A was ready
for consumption













(trees, buildings and the dr found on google)

Week 30: Snow: Robin Williams said about snow

'Cocaine is God's way of saying you're making too much money.'

Week 30: Snow: Three Pictures

I

White everywhere. My roof is white, my walls are white, my floor is white. It's all so bright I see colours, blue sparkling, green twinkling, violet flashing. They move with my pupils, run along the white of my eye. I need to entertain myself not to be struck by panic. Listening to the beep in my ears form a melody, see the colorful stripes on the snow. I went skiing and was left under an avalanche.

II

I press my nose against the cold windowpanes. Outside, big fluffy snowflakes paint the road all white, landing lightly on the carriage and its hunchback driver. My breath leaves a stain on the glass and looking through it the street is blurry, covered in a soft quilt of white. I am Oliver and my tea awaits me.

III

Far away, over distant, vast areas of nothingness, we found a frozen globe. The plains lay under white coats of snow, the lakes were icy, stainless and untouched. The planet must have drifted away from warmer regions, originally not far from our home, and been lost in this territory of merciless cold. We can't survive here, we have to send some pioneer robots when spring arrives.

Week 30: Snow: I like Snow!

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Week 30: Snow: snower

montage on a web search for 'informer'

Week 30: Snow: Angry Snowman

visit: http://taivasalla.net/2006/2006-01/img/060117_1540.jpg

Week 30: Snow: Snow and the City

drawn by me

Week 30: Snow: Malos Aires

heinäkuu, Buenos Airesissa on talvi
viikko sitten satoi lunta
ensi kertaa kahdeksaankymmeneenviiteen vuoteen
Euroopan mummot kuolevat lämpöhalvaukseen
Argentiinassa vanhukset paleltuvat
tai säikähtävät kuoliaiksi

1922
nuori Jorge Luis Borges istuu madridilaisessa kahvilassa
hän aukaisee sanomalehden ja lukee
että hänen kotikaupungissaan sataa lunta
hän tilaa toisen kupin teetä
kaivaa esiin lehtiönsä
ja kirjoittaa humoristisen runon nimeltä
”Malos Aires”

Week 29: Mangrove: Wongrove

original image from Wikipedia

Week 29: Mangrove: The Forest

Damp swamp. The words must have been born together, as a pair. These trees won't drown. I've been wandering for days, climbing on dented roots, my shoes wet and slippery. I don't dare to think about my toes, bruised and cold, and with brown, sweaty fingers I grab the trees, the heat beats my forehead and my hair sticks to my neck. The forest doesn't seem to end, as if I've been born here, like I've never seen anything else than these high trunks over winding roots stuck in knee-high water.
Then suddenly the air gets fresh, like lighter to breathe, the rotten smell vanishes and small waves bob up and down against the bark. I realize I've reached the bay, the water is turquoise and small, colorful fish seem to float over intricately towering coral reeves. I sit down on the last roots, in the sunshine, pull off my shoes and let my bare, suffering feet drop into the warm, salty water. The dirt is gently washed away and I know I'll always stay here.

Week 29: Mangrove - Breaking News

Images: Ask.com
Tools: Bob Ross
Rest: Imaginative

Week 29: Mangrove: Acanthaceae, Avicenniaceae or Verbenaceae

Acanthaceae, Avicenniaceae or Verbenaceae,
Arecaceae or Combretaceae?
I thought my mangrove was a Rhizophora,
but it could also belong to the Lytheraceae

But is it then a Sonneratia acida,
or rather a Sonneratia alba,
Sonneratia ovalis or ovata,
Sonneratia neglecta or rubra?

Come forth, o Name, out of thy shell of Appearance!

Bombacaceae, Cyperaceae, Meliaceae,
Pteridaceae, Rubiaceae, Myrsinaceae...
Who am I to know the intricacies of mangroves,
I am, after all, just a homo sapiens!

Week 29: Mangrove: Go Cruising ... Now!

Images were found through the website yachtworld.com

Week 28: Pizza: 6€

Week 28: Pizza

The picture is tattooed in my armpit

Week 28: Pizza: * * * * * *

felt marker applied on paper

Week 28: Pizza: On my pizza, I found...

Monday: Cheese and bacon.

Tuesday: Ham, cheese and peperoni. The walls were yellow and sunny.

Wednesday: Tomato and cheese. Old, empty balloons hanging from the ceiling. Young workers staring at me from the other table.

Thursday: Pineapple, ham and cheese. Coca cola fills my glass. Others drink beer. The combination is thick and smelly.

Friday: Shrimps, mushrooms and cheese. I'm with my friend. Salad with cheese. I feel guilty. The fat sticks around my lips.

Saturday: Cheese, tomato, cheese. On a big street. Normal place. Usual, impersonal. I've found the same in Paris.

Sunday: Ham, olives, extragarlic, cheese. The base is sticky. Stuck to the plate. My pizza is moist. I'm disappointed. But I don't complain.

Week 28: Pizza: Hot Pizza People

The Pizza in the picture was found using Google Images