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    hmm i felt like drawing that XD hope ya like it

    © &copy blueshinewolf (me)

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    Portrait sketch of a pretty girl wearing a hat
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    From the album: Art Supplement Pieces

    A Still life painting of a dead sunflower and green plant held inside a jar of rum
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    The priest entered his donkey in a race and it won. The priest was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again and it won again. The local paper read: PRIEST'S ASS IN FRONT The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the Priest not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PRIEST'S ASS This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the priest to get rid of the donkey. The priest decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for £10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR £10 This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the Donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next day the headlines read: NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE The bishop was buried the next day. The moral of the story is ... being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief, misery and even shorten your Life. So be yourself and enjoy life!! Stop worrying about everybody else's ass and You'll be a lot happier and live longer!
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    check and see my Artworks in my blog at http://steptomydreams.blogspot.com/ and i'm accepting suggestion and comments I'm an amateur artist God bless and take care
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    Well, your work is very bright and colourful. I like it.
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    Would love any feedback about my site. Several new pieces are up. Thanks!
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    From the album: Floral paintings by Millie King

    A yellow Day Lily set against a tapestry of garden of flowers. Sides are painted as a continuation of front- 20" x 16" x 1.5"- oil on Gallery Wrapped canvas Frame not needed. $265.00

    © Mildred King

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    From the album: Floral paintings by Millie King

    Title The Tulips of Tuscany-A warm romantic view of Rembrandt's tulips again a soft Tuscan background oil on canvas,20"x16" 265. unframed

    © Mildred King

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    From the album: Floral paintings by Millie King

    A beautiful blue Iris in a garden 18" x 14" Sold

    © Mildred King

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    From the album: Floral paintings by Millie King

    A large floral painting of Dahlia in romantic evening light on convex canvas. Size: 36"x24" $965.
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    From the album: Floral paintings by Millie King

    A bright yellow iris in a garden. oil on canvas, 24" x12" Sold

    © Mildred King

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    From the album: Floral paintings by Millie King

    I am grateful to the photographer of this beautiful photo for the Dahlia Society who gave me permission to use his image for reference in this painting. I added some changes,but the drama's all mine Oil on canvas-18" x24"

    © Mildred King

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    From the album: Special drawing technique

    ARTIST:RAFI TALBY Special drawing technique this digital art file for sale 6000x45000X300 PX (18.1 mega) with PayPal you receive it directly to your e-mail - after payment If your e-mail does not allow receiving large files - you receive a download link Receive file - usually immediate maximum 2 business days PRICE: 2 $ I invite you to my site to see more art my site: http://rafitalby.webs.com Print this picture (Several dimensionsin,high resolution,Excellent quality) is available also at: http://www.redbubble.com/people/rafitalby http://rafi-talby.fineartamerica.com http://RT3D.imagekind.com http://rt3d.deviantart.com http://www.zazzle.com/rafitalby http://www.bluecanvas.com/rafitalby for more Details: rt3d64@gmail.com enjoy!

    © RAFI TALBY

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    From the album: Katrinas Art

    © Katrina Krysta, 2011

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    From the album: Katrinas Art

    © Katrina Krystal, 2011

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    From the album: Katrinas Art

    © Katrina Krystal, 2011

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    From the album: Katrinas Art

    © Katrina Krystal, 2011

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    From the album: Katrinas Art

    © Katrina Krystal, 2011

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    From the album: my art

    acrylic on canvas 10"x10"
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    From the album: Ships Of The Great Lakes

    Circa:1925 seen in Georgian Bay near Collingwood.Photo courtesy Hank Winsor.
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    From the album: Special drawing technique

    ARTIST:RAFI TALBY Special original drawing technique Finishing and polishing with a digital this Digital file (jpg 17.5 mega) is available for sale with PayPal And can be downloaded or sent directly by email after payment PRICE: only 2 us Dollar my site: http://rafitalby.webs.com Print this picture (Several dimensionsin,high resolution,Excellent quality) is available also at: www.redbubble.com/people/rafitalby http://rafi-talby.fineartamerica.com http://RT3D.imagekind.com http://rt3d.deviantart.com http://www.zazzle.com/rafitalby http://rafitalby.finerworks.com for more Details: rt3d64@gmail.com enjoy!

    © RAFI TALBY

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    From the album: Complete Fine Art Works of Asbjorn Lonvig

    1 x Inks on Hahnem

    © Asbjorn Lonvig

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    From the album: ARCHEOPHOTO Collectio J.A.Votypka

    foto dia 7x7 cm kolorovan

    © Free

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    From the album: Blue-period

    Pretty self-explanatory really.
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    SOVEREIGNTY When Rudyard Kipling died in January 1936 and his autobiography was published the following year, the Baha
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    FLIXX BAND GIGS: every Tuesday performing at Festival mall in Alabang...Wednesday Cowboy Grill Arquiza St., Mabini, Manila.. Friday Calle 5 Mabini, Manila...Saturday C.O.C (Chicks O'Clock) Music Garden Doroteo Jose Sta. Cruz Manila. The members of the band are....Loy vocals, Len & Jeny Singers.. Ford Lead Guitarist, Ace Bass guitarist, Lito keyboard, Toots Drummer...for more information please contact Mr.Lito Bondoc Cell # 09284606463 or Tel.2352060...
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    This is just a test . . . Problems in posting. Alhambra . . . Alhambra, you shone above. All, Andalucian cities had seen. Your splendor amidst the thick tropical foliage surrounding your castle, The carefully engineered irrigation system of pools and waterfalls, the combined sustaining pillars and towers, and even channels were designed to keep you eternally a garden in the future of mankind?s children mind . . . We had a story to tell, and across the Gibraltar we chose to tell it. From afar, for posterity to know we were then, very ancient souls . . . The wizardry you caste on the entire Europe, was equaled by none given the time you appeared. In a Moslem world of your own, A god and prophet of your own, you Africa, were the cradle of mankind?s birth and in this fact, you shone. Bienvenue, Adam and Eve . . . The distinctions and subtleties in semantics, whether of Moorish, Arab, and Jewish hues, in which your genius shone for us to know that you were Unequaled then, and leaving ample documentary records to testify of your genius . . . We had a story to tell . . . While had been walking the paved streets of cobbled stone you created, the tolerance you accepted as a way of life, from Christians and Berber?s faith, alike . . . Inhaling of the tree?s moisture in this walk, I heard the loud waterfalls stream down the channels you created, For all to enjoy, as you did yesterday. The seventh century was a the creation in ?Europa,? Of another civilizing wave, while in a motion-filled stream, the symbols you created remains, after centuries of your absence, your tactful presence for generations and generations on mankind?s mind . . . We had a documented story to share. It is no mistake upon entering C?rdoba, Spain, we find the greeting: ?The City of the Patrimony of mankind? Copyright, Monday, October 27, 2003. Eduardo A. Cong. Poet and playwright. Granada, Spain.
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    Wushu, Kung fu is like oceans crashing against the rocks, tidal waves rising into the sky, Tsunamis . . . So much power, and grace in those fluid movements, aspects of aspects . . . Tai Chi Ch?uan, is gentle as the clouds in heavens, and as fluids as the rivers. Rising far beyond the waves, in depth and breadth, it remains. Tai Chi Ch?uan seems to have begun from pure rain, in heavens, touching the earth?s mountains first. Its journey, traversing the lands of the wealthy and the humblest of souls, having to fertilize the lives of so many. Finally, giving freely of its wisdom to the oceans of the world . . . Choices being made on every dawn of the soul, on the wings of a dragonfly she danced, whispering into the universe . . . Copyright, January 30, 2006. Eduardo A. Cong Poet and playwright, Balboa Park, San Diego, CA. USA. Revised on February 3, 2006.
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    Costa del Sol. Marbella, Rinconcillo y Estepona, sobre tus orillas y playas camin?. Cu?n hermosa eran tus distantes arenas. Sentado sobre una roca al pies del Mediterr?neo, bajo una noche llena de estrellas, la memoria de tu sonrisa en una flor llev?. En esa ausencia, tu palpitantemente presencia, llen? esta noche de tu silencio tan permanente como estas arenas de Marbella. Dando hogar al vac?o en estas playas del Mediterr?neo, tus labios y tu voz. Cada vez, que a su alrededor paseaba, en t? pensaba. Aunque me llenas de memorias en cada grano de arena, En t?, poesia ve?a. Si por casualidad hall? una flor entre lo oscuro de tu cabellera, y tus orejas, es porque de tus labios, tu sonrisas, llenaron mi noche de la fragrancia tuya como una flor. Copyright, Monday, October 27, 2003 Eduardo A. Cong, Poet and playwright, Algeciras, Spain.
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    "After we have mastered the waves, tides and gravity, we shall harness for god, the energies of love. Then, for the second time in the history of mankind, we would have discovered fire." Dr. Pierre Teilhard deChardin, Jesuit priest, Physical Anthropologist, Poet, Theologian, Philosopher, etc. For the readers, thanks! Am continually humbled in the interests given these thoughts, wings. As soon as time permits, will have an active website. Victor, my UK/Philippines' best kaibigan has beeen more than generous in allowing these expressions, in all of its flaws. Thanks, Merci, Gracias, Salamat, Xie_xie! Eduardo A. Cong. Poet and playwright.
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    Celestine Fire. For Lenora, NY. Snow never came, though very cold, and the underground roar of that silver dragon belched its heat from each stop. Entering and exiting the subways were the trails layered with steps from commuters racing against time. The snow had not the time or place to sit on, as the devouring dragon consumed each rider, as well as the snowflakes before departing the clouds. It was a transforming fire upon each dancing crystals of hydrogen and oxygen long before its descent on the concrete jungle. Amazingly enough, the weather did not halter the predators or, prey?s survival skills. The festive mood was prevalent all through Manhattan?s face and joining the crowd was a stranger in paradise. Dressed in all black attire was the elusive stranger, As if giving time a new meaning in a city that never sleeps by walking slowly. Steps were barely noticeable from its full length black coat worn. Its continuing motion contrasted with the commuters rushing by through its shadowed silhouette. Simultaneously, at North General Hospital, speechless, his guest?s voice was completely void from the years of smoking. She wittingly waited, as she was rushed from intensive care, into a general room. Any prayer aloud was silenced by the effects of the consumption of far too many charcoals born from nicotine. Charcoals that stood defiantly along the respiratory track, strangling thousands of living cells, of life . . . Though the inevitable were yet to come to many relatives and friends; the stranger kept focused and walking towards his destiny. Greenwich Village was littered with people, and quite a distance from the destined meeting place. A couple of a thousand of miles away, before an ultimatum had been given, and finalized. The firmament stood still in principle of physics. She asked: ?When is your vacation?? From that moment on, a series of events became unleashed. The stranger in paradise recessed the journey, subject to the principles of cause and effect . . . Light began to shine, on the periphery of each cell, an implosion, at the molecular, cellular level . . . Quantum Physics began its manifestation, in the very source of all life, energy within another traveler?s soul took on its role. Some call it faith, others know it as light, Initiates have always known it as the Celestine fire . . . Copyright December 16, 2005 Eduardo A. Cong. Poet and playwright. New York, N.Y. USA.
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    In One Picture Frame, All. For Humberto. From the shadow of childhood comes your memory. Distant to some and to others, it came numbed. By the choices made, the news came of your demise. Was it timely? While the withered leaves of memories danced on the mind's eyes, The jokes you played, while yet a teenager and the consequences of grown actions, too late to advise, or even warn of its consequences. Distance was never an excuse, given the electronic world we live in. Just different lives lead, and the choices we made. Would you had heard me, even if I screamed across the room of the risks taken. Remembered two years ago, gums shown in laughter, that replaced the shining ivory of teeth's you had. The advises given on the streets we had grown on, and played together. "Be careful" was the word. Destiny reflected in the temple you lived in, the excesses you had inflicted on the fragile house of the soul. Though young, you lived one hundred lives. Still yet, the continuing laughter filled that tropical air in my lungs we shared, as if to numb the pain you lived in. We talked and recollected the days of our childhood. Each relative in a different world from the one you lived in, the open theater of life. The others, in sheltered caves, secure and protected from the social predators you dealt with on a daily basis. Not one, ever questioning your survival skills, and you continued to live on, day after day. . . Finally, the risks you took and the choices you made, had taken its tolls. The apocalypse horse rider had arrived. Silently, in the dusk of your sleep, you mounted that horse. The tremors from the galloping horse never woke you, or even scared you. The pain seen and felt, all in one picture frame, as you continuously struggled in selling your cigarettes on the street corners, of many social outcast lives. From a mere pack of cigarette, you were able to extract a livelihood. Where was this pen to find another long lost relative, within reach of your consciousness. The system had taken its tolls by the choices you made. Now, all in one picture frame, seen and remembered were the laughter we shared. Leaves, withered leaves danced in the memory of your absence, and blown in a tropical moisture, am asked to offer a thought, while all in one picture frame it returns. . . Finally, free again, to remember the journey, your goal. For "in nature," and we are all children of nature, "nothing is lost; nothing is gained, merely transformed." Eduardo A. Cong Poet and playwright. San Diego, CA; USA. The conclusion was quoted from Antoine Laviosier's notes, a renaissance French Chemist Postscriptum: A. Camus was killed in a car accident while driving to Paris. He was with his friend and publisher, Michel Gallimard, in January 1960. His quote, concluding my entries, was taken from l'invincible Ete,<<< The Invincible Summer. After Rudyard Kilpling, Albert Camus was the youngest recipient of the Nobel prize for literature.
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    Seaman for thirty years? Transform that feeling, my friend. In each dancing waves, see your little girls eyes, their smiles, in the sunrise and sunset, of each horizon, their hearts shine upon your thoughts, and a smile upon the memories shared besides them...They're precious and this journey, you will not be doing it over, again!. MAKE THE BEST OF IT; leave footprints on the sands of time!!! Eduardo
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