Thursday, December 19, 2013
Shicheng
Christus Abyssum
Friday, November 23, 2012
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Mullet species 3
Family Mulltrait
"Hell no mom, we're not dressin' up for the family mulltrait. We're wearin' our matching powder-blue and yellow tank tops!"
These were the same tank tops they wore when they "necked" the Barbosa twins in the dugout on the baseball field.
"High-five bro! Huh huh huh!"
* Technically, its a Mullderline, but come on....
*The daughter has the mothers wandering eye.
Mullet species 2
| | Matrimullny |
Priest: "Randall Mull, Do you take Libby-May to be your, bla bla bla bla bla.....?" Randall Mull: "Shit ya!" Priest: "Libby-May, Do you take Randall Mull to be your, bla bla bla bla bla.....?" Libby May: "Shoot, I guess I do, yeah." Priest: "With the power vested in me and state of Kentucky, I now pronounce you Mull and wife! Libby, You may kiss the Mullestache." Libby: "Awww heck, come 'er punkin." ....and they lived happily ever after.(in Blue Skies Trailer Park) |
Mullet species 1
| | Mullanonymous | |
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At first glance, the words "engineer" or "math teacher" may come to mind. However, don't be too hasty when assesing the "Mullanonymous"... this chameleon has the power to blend in and adapt to many social groups. Even though I can not truly pinpoint or narrow this "master of disguise" down to one category, manifestos and biological/chemical warfare come to mind. | ||
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Que c'est triste Venise

Au temps des amours mortes
Que c'est triste Venise
Quand on ne s'aime plus
On cherche encore des mots
Mais l'ennui les emporte
On voudrais bien pleurer
Mais on ne le peut plus
Que c'est triste Venise
Lorsque les barcarolles
Ne viennent souligner
Que des silences creux
Et que le cœur se serre
En voyant les gondoles
Abriter le bonheur
Des couples amoureux
Que c'est triste Venise
Au temps des amours mortes

Que c'est triste Venise
Quand on ne s'aime plus
Les musées, les églises
Ouvrent en vain leurs portes
Inutile beauté
Devant nos yeux déçus
Que c'est triste Venise
Le soir sur la lagune
Quand on cherche une main
Que l'on ne vous tend pas
Et que l'on ironise
Devant le clair de lune
Pour tenter d'oublier
Ce qu'on ne se dit pas

Adieu tout les pigeons
Qui nous ont fait escorte
Adieu Pont des Soupirs
Adieu rêves perdus
C'est trop triste Venise
Au temps des amours mortes
C'est trop triste Venise
Quand on ne s'aime plus
Friday, May 1, 2009
Bucintoro
The Bucintoro was the Doge's big parade boat. It was used the Ascension day, when a gold ring where dropped in to the sea as sign of the Republic power over the sea (Sposalizio del mare).
The fist Bucintoro was build by the Republic in 1311, since then it was rebuilt 3 times. It was 35 meters long, 7 meters large and 9 meters high, with 42 oars and 168 oarsmen. The last one was destroyed by the French in 1789.
Now there is a foundation that is trying to rebuilt it, they are looking sponsors for 15.000.000,00 euro.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Marquises, promessas e opressão
Subitamente entendi porque marquises são tão a cara dos anos 60.As do Niemeyer apontam e prometem o futuro (distaaaaaaaaaaaante...), desde que você siga o caminho que ele te impõe.
Vizibilidade vertical, zero! É aquela opressão sobre a sua cabeça.
Em suma: é exatamente o trotskismo-leninismo, tão em voga nos 60.










