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Uppity rooster.

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My friend

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What a photographer. I couldn’t do it.

LIFE magazine, 1965. Photographer Larry Burrows accompanied helicopter flight Yankee Papa 13, witnessing the aftereffects of a co-pilot of the helo Yankee Papa 3, 1st Lt. James Magel, being rescued by and dying in the helicopter. The subject of these photos is crew chief Lance Cpl. James C. Farley. Burrows died in February 1971 in a helicopter crash.

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Away From Me

Away from me you clingy beast.

Away from me, I want you out!

You take from me what I have least

and leave me filled with doubt.

The darkest times I spend with you.

Your timing’s always bad.

The best of times are far too few

and these I doubt I’ve had.

You’re in my soul, a tiny spot,  

enough to bring me down.

The endless falling never stops,

though firmly on the ground.

Away from me you darkened priest.

Away from me, I must have peace!

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Lamb

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A Soldier's Truth

"We're all scared. You hid in that ditch because you think there's still hope. But Blithe, the only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able to function as a soldier's supposed to function. Without mercy, without compassion, without remorse. All war depends on it."

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We are still here.

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Nut Buster

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Middle of The Day

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Weight

Such a terrible weight pulls upon my soul, much as the earth imprisons the moon for life, I too am sentenced.

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oh heavenly curves of Venus, you stun me

The very first items i designed for L'école des Femmes were pencil skirts… I don’t feel like women see them as such an important option in their daily wardrobe. #sideslitpencilskirt

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Blackness

Finally the night and still no relief. black bastard; cause of my grief. What can I do, I have not the tools. I am but numbered among all the fools. My sentence continues, the fines never paid. Who do I turn to, for heart's comfort aid. How was the verdict arrived for my time. When will the pain end for my crime? Black is the nature that will not grow old. That shadow of grief is dark and is cold. Watching all others excited with life. Never once noting my loss or my strife. Nothing to finish, I've nothing to close All that is written is wasted dirt prose.

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Pretty Girl II - She dressed herself with flowers and liked the way she looked.

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Houston, Texas

Mormon Temple on Flickr.

Temple lines.