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Nico, are you a poet? "Live Forever!" | ||||
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Or better yet are you with the velvet underground by any chance? If there is a God, I know he likes to rock. | ||||
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Pictures what you saw it was the first variant of illustration to F451. But thomething disturb me in this style of pictures. I decided that this style don't approach to F451. And I stoped after 3rd & begun to work new direction. You are saw results earlier. But now, after your's so good coments I think that is need to finish set of illustration in this style and show it to our community Sorry, for my bad English | ||||
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Don't forget to email me your full name and address, Vlad. I'm waiting to fax Mr B right now! "Live Forever!" | ||||
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I sent you e-mail few minutes ago Sorry, for my bad English | ||||
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I'm afraid that's not me, bud. Email: ordinis@gmail.com | ||||
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I had a rough day today at work, making mistakes etc. The one shining moment was when sorting through some books from a buy getting ready to take some to the garbage(damaged beyond repair, similar to the island of misfit toys ), I saw a first edition Fahrenheit 451 paperback. Granted, it is in sorry shape with a broken spine and a few tattered pages, but it is treasure to me and still burning brightly! The copyright is 1953, price 35 cents, and not only the great original Mugnani cover but three interior illustrations and two bonus stories, The Playground, and And The Rock Cried Out! I am jazzed. She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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I was actually inspired to write a poem from that: Title still in working: Upon the fjord, atop its hill, A hall of Bacchanalian thrill, Is silenced, brought to dreadful still, By Praettigwearg, the hand of ill. And on the earth, beneath the fog, It dwells in embers ‘neath the logs, Of pine which serve to warm the grog, For Bacchanalia above the bog. Couriered by draft ‘neath the door, Ferried round by seaman’s oar, Bottled, and with the vitae stored, It dwells in wait, and harkens oer’, To gather of a festive four, Who dance with wanton revel in the dwelling’s core. And, amidst these halted spring-night games, But one of four then seeks to name, The stagnant mood inclined to maim, The shout-and-toast to: ‘Spring reclaimed!’ That brought them round the hall-hearth flame, He bid his fellows do the same. “The air, your lungs! The creaks, your ears! Something which we ought to fear, My senses say pervades us near, And comes to end our jovial cheer!” The second brother then proceeds: “I smell but smoke and honey-mead, Perhaps strong drink has placed a seed, That brings to speech a craven need, To speak of fears we needn’t heed, Such wariness is not our creed.” That's part I serious comma usage revision necessary. To answer your question, poetry is a beloved hobby of mine.This message has been edited. Last edited by: Nico, Email: ordinis@gmail.com | ||||
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can you scan this and show as? Sorry, for my bad English | ||||
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der Schnaps, no need to apologise. Your amongst friends. Although I do not have a scanner, I am a narcissist with a camera, much to everyone's dismay. I'm a nudist as well, so I went ahead and posed nude with the book of course. Enjoy! She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com 451_001.jpg (60 Kb, 7 downloads) | ||||
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Another for your viewing pleasure.... She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com 451_003.jpg (61 Kb, 7 downloads) | ||||
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Now that's just plain silly... She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com 451_004.jpg (60 Kb, 7 downloads) | ||||
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Fecundity is a good word. "Live Forever!" | ||||
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I exhort Wildgravity to do the same.... She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com 451_006.jpg (62 Kb, 10 downloads) | ||||
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