tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1231381397018881252023-11-16T02:56:58.728-08:00Binary Sodabinarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.comBlogger356125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-43526233598274609192011-07-26T14:11:00.000-07:002013-08-03T08:04:15.383-07:00Day 357<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clouds and Mountains</td></tr>
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<strong><span style="color: #666666;">INTERMISSION</span></strong><br />
<em><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #666666;">Song by</span><span style="color: #222222;"> </span><a href="http://sleepingatlast.com/intermission-how-it-was-made/"><span style="color: #e69138;">Sleeping at Last</span></a><span style="color: #222222;">.</span></span></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm so tired but i can't sleep.</div>
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My mind is full but i can't speak. </div>
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Among the dust of the hard-to-reach, I'm stuck </div>
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Right here, somewhere between side a and side b. </div>
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<br /></div>
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I could call it compromise</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Or just an intermission. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Some kind of consolation prize </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
for the race i never finished. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I want to turn these tired gears.</div>
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I want to feel the follow-through, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Some kind of equilibrium… </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Something to set my watch to. </div>
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<br /></div>
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I'm here, somewhere between</div>
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Victory and a white flag. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Caught in this purgatory dream, I’m stuck.</div>
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</div>
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But I want to set the record straight,</div>
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I want to retrace my every step. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
If I could just rewind all the tapes </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Then maybe I'd find my loose thread. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Call it a compromise</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Or just an intermission. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Some kind of consolation prize, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
So close, but never finished. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I want to turn these tired gears.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I want to feel the follow-through, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Some kind of equilibrium… </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Something to set my watch to.</div>
binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-21317041456062956392011-07-25T16:22:00.000-07:002013-08-03T08:06:41.755-07:00Day 356<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leafy Greens</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
Growing,</div>
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Faintly glowing</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
with life.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Can it be?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This life will</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
change me?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
If you listen,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
To the damp dew</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Glistening.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
They hum a <a href="http://snd.sc/13Dm9DF"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">song</span></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
of flashing light,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Pouring forth.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The existence</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
of such marvels!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Astounding!<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ok see you!</span>:<span style="font-size: xx-small;">S hine!</span></div>
<br />binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-15485430178990003332011-07-24T12:54:00.000-07:002012-12-21T12:57:41.511-08:00Day 355<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<div style="text-align: left;">
The lamp light flew</div>
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Up against the wall.</div>
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Glimmering and flashing,</div>
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It flew up the <span style="text-align: center;">chimney</span></div>
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Spilling over the edge</div>
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In puffs of smoke and spark.</div>
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Ok see ya!:S mells like pine trees.</div>
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binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-76180066576098882022011-07-23T19:55:00.000-07:002012-12-04T21:57:05.494-08:00Day 354<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stand Up Please</td></tr>
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"Stand up, please!"<br />
The command echoed through the long, sun light room. The man stood with the rest of the statesmen, nervously chewing his rubber gum. He shuffled his powdered wig. Itchy. It was really...really... itchy. His nose itched too. Too much powder.<br />
The guards at the door stamped their feet and turned to open the grand doors. They stood aside as the king swished through the doors.<br />
Itchy nose. Grrr. The human held his finger to his nose to stifle the coming sneeze. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the impact.<br />
The sneeze rose like a hurricane in his throat.<br />
"No. Don'tSneezeDon'tSneeze!" He thought desperately. The sneeze grinned a misty grin and poked at his nose hairs. Testing for weak points. Hmmm.... AHA! Found one! The gum, like a runner at the starting gun, sat poised on the tip of the humans tongue.<br />
"AACHOOoo-!" The wet blast swirled around gum, lifting it up and out of the mouth of the human.<br />
"I'm FREEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!" Squealed the gum, rejoicing in its new-found freedom. "I'm FREEEEEEEEEE-!!!" The squeal ended in a muffled yelp, as it was smothered in the king's freshly powdered wig.<br />
"Yay!" The rubber gum celebrated quietly above the ear of the king. A new home!<br />
"Boy, I am so lucky!" it thought. <br />
"I am the happiest chewy rubber gum alive!"<br />
<br />
<br />
Ok see ya!:T he rubber gum who was most comfortably seated in a wig..binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-29894115298627617772011-07-22T15:25:00.000-07:002012-10-19T06:50:27.649-07:00Day 353<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Map of Somewhere-eles</td></tr>
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<br />
<br />
The minutes and seconds,<br />
<br />
Pass.<br />
<br />
Each moment glinting of good and broken glass.<br />
<br />
For my heart cries its tears in real time,<br />
Tracing a map of somewhere-eles I haven't been.<br />
Showing the way back home,<br />
<br />
<br />
Could you actually see the pain,<br />
Wrought by illogical desires....<br />
Oh, the sadness, only shows, that joy is possible.<br />
This emptiness echos of being filled.<br />
<br />
<br />
That when I have accomplished my dreams,<br />
I am only left with a longing, an echo.<br />
Spun with ,of all things, my bad days glued together with my good ones.<br />
Good, working in ways higher and better,<br />
Redeems the bad, and the enemy becomes an unwilling channel of grace.<br />
<br />
<br />
Oh, how can I tell of my revelation,<br />
For only the Greatest could became the lowest,<br />
To preserve His justice and yet, to have mercy on<br />
Me, a rebel, who choose to desire something else than,<br />
The Most Valuable.<br />
Ascend and behold Him!<br />
Be satisfied in Him, oh my soul.<br />
Lift your eyes to see your Desire,<br />
And live.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ok see you!:D esire Him!</span><br />
<br />binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-75207055256726334652011-07-21T11:19:00.000-07:002012-09-27T15:22:41.137-07:00Day 352<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIjsQR4MUAIEhDRGOg9cT7ei8mzZWcGbCp58pikcUukGWe7_0J3OQlf1AltA7sg9YJ9gXflRO1Pm_Jaq8zbtDIOHGi0hyKBqbHHncXlEWn8Z8mpq1uk2LUlFAQydhYqUcTaOlwsqyHcI/s1600/Day+353_Arrows+and+Checkers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIjsQR4MUAIEhDRGOg9cT7ei8mzZWcGbCp58pikcUukGWe7_0J3OQlf1AltA7sg9YJ9gXflRO1Pm_Jaq8zbtDIOHGi0hyKBqbHHncXlEWn8Z8mpq1uk2LUlFAQydhYqUcTaOlwsqyHcI/s400/Day+353_Arrows+and+Checkers.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arrows and Checkers</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
Follow the flow of the game,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Paths long were ingrained, but,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Was it all only about connecting the dots?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
What was the point?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Look to the end! Look, I say,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
For the Hope is more powerful than,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
We could find strength to hope.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And out of hope, comes joy.</div>
<br />
Ok see ya!:S earch, and you will find!<br />
<br />binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-63327781649154102222011-07-20T14:59:00.000-07:002012-08-21T15:20:00.999-07:00Day 351<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cobbled Marsh-mellow</td></tr>
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The grass smelt of brown sugar, and the road of marsh-mellows.<br />
It happens just so, if you boil the bark of the pepper-mint tree,<br />
then count to 383. (In case you didn't bring your timer.)<br />
Next you must grab a handful of powdered sugar leaves from the nearest sun-suger flower.<br />
Grind them in and mix vigorously! <br />
Spice to taste, and enjoy! <br />
<br />
OK, See ya!:S weet.<br />
<br />binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-27384440839334611202011-07-19T12:00:00.000-07:002012-08-16T12:03:08.455-07:00Day 350<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJT8IinYyus5Lax6_vTq2BBUpUaXQtN1bkJdTYoGaJQI-fONm4yz_eeIzUochDSCEjv7m9upr1QL2UJxe0DUrLL-SGuozeEsvVnjlYmg_XB2_-Wo3jnk507MxP4EJhzifsAjQbFwztFg/s1600/Day+351_The+Barns+Three.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJT8IinYyus5Lax6_vTq2BBUpUaXQtN1bkJdTYoGaJQI-fONm4yz_eeIzUochDSCEjv7m9upr1QL2UJxe0DUrLL-SGuozeEsvVnjlYmg_XB2_-Wo3jnk507MxP4EJhzifsAjQbFwztFg/s400/Day+351_The+Barns+Three.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Barns Three</td></tr>
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They had stood there many years,<br />
But they were young,<br />
Young compared to the hill they hid behind.<br />
<br />
<br />
Ok see ya!:<span style="font-size: xx-small;">T he hiding depends on your view....I suppose.</span>binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-37777365095381728682011-07-18T08:42:00.000-07:002012-08-04T09:02:59.564-07:00Day 349<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubxo0W4f99B30B4hfHTtDk0coDY3d67VhaFkn8I0wsSlNtaShuHylqpai-9KJe5fSRSO16JUOurpeyitYuK3UHX4yd0W77atfAbhPJoFig1jFzXZWDNS47pGAOxQdQ7X7UcoJ71KLQls/s1600/Day+350_The+3+eared+Flommby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubxo0W4f99B30B4hfHTtDk0coDY3d67VhaFkn8I0wsSlNtaShuHylqpai-9KJe5fSRSO16JUOurpeyitYuK3UHX4yd0W77atfAbhPJoFig1jFzXZWDNS47pGAOxQdQ7X7UcoJ71KLQls/s400/Day+350_The+3+eared+Flommby.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The 3 Eared Flommby</td></tr>
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Falling bits of water,<br />
Wonder off to where ever they are going.<br />
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<span id="goog_480726336"></span><span id="goog_480726337"></span>binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-48439728318258392011-07-17T13:12:00.000-07:002012-07-30T13:54:04.906-07:00Day 348<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUbbe9LlUcV2ko4DLp4lLv3hQIieK3Prj6CMQKhGWdbn5piNUJKoI2_nqq8Lh96SyG2h8PSxC3JKzxj-3Nq5S4ZrhI4dvjZXRK-bgrW95IVUj2QuT5neqrwSqU38uRrruyfmps3X0KXk/s1600/Day+349_Bars+of+Tellurium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUbbe9LlUcV2ko4DLp4lLv3hQIieK3Prj6CMQKhGWdbn5piNUJKoI2_nqq8Lh96SyG2h8PSxC3JKzxj-3Nq5S4ZrhI4dvjZXRK-bgrW95IVUj2QuT5neqrwSqU38uRrruyfmps3X0KXk/s320/Day+349_Bars+of+Tellurium.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bars of Tellurium</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
....""glimmer,glimmer""....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The quiet thunder sounds off, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And takes a bow.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
We stood quaking in our boots. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
....""shudder,shudder""....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The sight, a sight to behold,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Told us all we needed to know, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
But our hearts could not comprehend it.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
....""crash,crash""....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The lively light cut deep,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Clearing out the dark,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Just by existing. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
....""slash,slash""....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Through the terrible jungle,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A storm of rebellion rains boiling rocks,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Still, the stillness won't let me go,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And I am glad for Light.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
....""aria, aria""....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I can not speak,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Simply for there are no words to say.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Standing at last here with my Love,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Looking at a eternity together.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
....""music""....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">ok see ya!:n ote.</span><br />
<br />
<br />binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-80508936045031929212011-07-16T15:51:00.000-07:002012-07-24T15:53:07.354-07:00Day 347<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwBL_deicnfJ-EPU_AHg9t8pDKUeczWDHKbrpdTerTSn1Qb2pmaCJNK2w3iCSqwdDqCnvM8JSaWP_UjpGBgRSacpPSNjQkPIsL8TElklE1XuQEcpd8OUPPAzQ6VvfAigVcOy22Ff1lO8/s1600/Day+348_Plant+Bridge+at+Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwBL_deicnfJ-EPU_AHg9t8pDKUeczWDHKbrpdTerTSn1Qb2pmaCJNK2w3iCSqwdDqCnvM8JSaWP_UjpGBgRSacpPSNjQkPIsL8TElklE1XuQEcpd8OUPPAzQ6VvfAigVcOy22Ff1lO8/s320/Day+348_Plant+Bridge+at+Night.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plant Bridge at Night</td></tr>
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The sun sank, a soft yellow song,<br />
A cricket and a black beetle,<br />
Look down to the sea.<br />
<br />
The sun sank, a cloud wondering,<br />
Floated down and,<br />
Flopped softly on the beach.<br />
<br />
And still the sun sank....<br />
<br />
<br />
ok see ya!B ut then the morning comes!binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-66036971808451487522011-07-15T13:06:00.000-07:002012-07-15T13:08:12.131-07:00Day 346<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyD8FF_9pTIdCDkYWApxjPMXedUHQQW6IqEW-MnPAK4htkLMPv4H0HNH_fy8afiTTYTonzgILWUqpTsWWZIJJQqPAlzGfzxL7GlDArBk_iPHzw40tPk5ncmvs3wKjgXyIioOIosn1P1A/s1600/Day+347_Girraffe+with+SunGlasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyD8FF_9pTIdCDkYWApxjPMXedUHQQW6IqEW-MnPAK4htkLMPv4H0HNH_fy8afiTTYTonzgILWUqpTsWWZIJJQqPAlzGfzxL7GlDArBk_iPHzw40tPk5ncmvs3wKjgXyIioOIosn1P1A/s640/Day+347_Girraffe+with+SunGlasses.jpg" width="385" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giraffe with Sun Glasses</td></tr>
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A giraffe with sunglasses,<br />
Takes in the sights.<br />
<br />
ok see ya!:O !!!binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-33469493807069288762011-07-14T16:52:00.000-07:002012-07-15T13:07:36.528-07:00Day 345<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPBJwnWp87IlGGL75rFBJJNhkd8kFs8hCpxPPBug8EB-5gduY45y9nnzrrtKrDCQtBG2IWDtd5doxEqQt19_mDKfs9MTpyZRd1UAdKzoOR9lLi99YRfiRvocrZ0_oLk1OGk4fKU1alh0/s1600/Day+346_The+Inventor+of+something.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPBJwnWp87IlGGL75rFBJJNhkd8kFs8hCpxPPBug8EB-5gduY45y9nnzrrtKrDCQtBG2IWDtd5doxEqQt19_mDKfs9MTpyZRd1UAdKzoOR9lLi99YRfiRvocrZ0_oLk1OGk4fKU1alh0/s400/Day+346_The+Inventor+of+something.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The inventor of something</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
With a swirl and a falling curl</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The small brass medal sank,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
To the bottom of the sea.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ok! see ya!:G lint!</span></div>
</div>binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-78475388140622265152011-07-13T16:53:00.000-07:002012-07-15T11:49:53.232-07:00Day 344<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Falling Water</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
I use <a href="http://www.psykopaint.com/painter.html"><span style="font-size: large;">THIS</span></a> to paint this pic.</div>
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Here is the original if you want to see it.</div>
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You may even recognize the place! </div>
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Ok see ya!:S cribble, scribblebinarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-80454266645304716982011-07-12T14:42:00.000-07:002012-07-15T11:49:47.099-07:00Day 343<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where the lost socks go...</td></tr>
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Where doth the yonder fair socks meander off to?<br />
Oh! This problem really does bother our fictional characterful person.<br />
His name is Lu.<br />
But, let us follow the path, dusty and a scattering of dust bunnies!<br />
Let us stroll over to the briny sea, to search with a comb, fine-tooth type.<br />
Lu heard perhaps such a thing would be useful.<br />
Now with a dollar and a pence of jauntiness and other jumbled happy thoughts,<br />
Sing with Lu, the intrepid seek and finder.<br />
<br />
"Dented bowers floated in the greatest blue,<br />
Sky.<br />
Wonder with me how such things exist-o as we,<br />
Fly."<br />
<br />
"Away!"<br />
<br />
Ok see ya!:A h! What a short ode to developed said fictional's wolly character!<br />
<br />binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-24082971014427444202011-07-11T05:49:00.000-07:002012-07-15T11:49:39.511-07:00Day 342<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJKHnIWruvc6E_GFfN1BYIhTZ1C9N82G7Dmr5DAiT0oaHAgvIRrDNyEnFO8JbfqJVbV7AE6b7cTlenmwUuiZXlLN1_mo2qlOVOgcIeRAWBdlxccZ5mbhRYLXrdDRd1m-4iKv_BSKoysA/s1600/Day+343_Powered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJKHnIWruvc6E_GFfN1BYIhTZ1C9N82G7Dmr5DAiT0oaHAgvIRrDNyEnFO8JbfqJVbV7AE6b7cTlenmwUuiZXlLN1_mo2qlOVOgcIeRAWBdlxccZ5mbhRYLXrdDRd1m-4iKv_BSKoysA/s400/Day+343_Powered.jpg" width="366" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Powered</td></tr>
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The lines are the veins of the country.<br />
Inside the wires,<br />
Energy.<br />
Vibrating back and forth,<br />
Using the principle of AC current,<br />
I'm told.<br />
<br />
Bzz.<br />
Seems like a useful word,<br />
Here.<br />
<br />
Ok see ya!:B zz-zzbinarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-38590360883534597942011-07-10T05:47:00.000-07:002012-07-15T11:49:28.848-07:00Day 341<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlrewPRsExJOsn1er9mUAQeKLr9ezg3X9ZWFhQ-adQg7HNBM2cUo5wsu9VoHdcIAz8kfaxzaxoIvpMxCcBjqb_8iekWtgterCjp7faJH0kLu6zOn5rKn_HbSmj2FfRmGjPKiR1BqI6Xs/s1600/Day+342_Curved+Horizion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlrewPRsExJOsn1er9mUAQeKLr9ezg3X9ZWFhQ-adQg7HNBM2cUo5wsu9VoHdcIAz8kfaxzaxoIvpMxCcBjqb_8iekWtgterCjp7faJH0kLu6zOn5rKn_HbSmj2FfRmGjPKiR1BqI6Xs/s400/Day+342_Curved+Horizion.jpg" width="348" /></span></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Curved <span style="font-size: x-small;">Horizo</span>n</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
Water the sea,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And plant a wave</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And watch it grow.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Up big enough,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
To tickle your toes.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
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<div style="text-align: center;">
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Ok see ya!:S hhhh....shhhhhbinarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-13273460516859359142011-07-09T15:25:00.000-07:002012-06-01T15:43:17.466-07:00Day 340<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxI29rCiEDUc1m2IJxizw6-wIyu8kfDoYXrjZoVNfIAQFRnIHOyNHG5PybFp0DDAhzE8TYYVYONPX2Nv2vKa4p5T8R9TOcZZy2IOX8qXHfc9xJrCNUgD4GyGSax4tULxtZdlsAC7mJm4o/s1600/Day+341_Pattern+with+Wrenches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxI29rCiEDUc1m2IJxizw6-wIyu8kfDoYXrjZoVNfIAQFRnIHOyNHG5PybFp0DDAhzE8TYYVYONPX2Nv2vKa4p5T8R9TOcZZy2IOX8qXHfc9xJrCNUgD4GyGSax4tULxtZdlsAC7mJm4o/s400/Day+341_Pattern+with+Wrenches.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pattern with Wrenches</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Clank.<br />
....<br />
Pling!...ing!.....ng!.......g!........!<br />
<br />
Bzzt.<br />
And then...<br />
Scritch-scratch.<br />
<br />
<br />
Ok see ya!:P lunk.binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-29776871538335935702011-07-08T15:22:00.000-07:002012-04-21T16:25:30.377-07:00Day 339<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKH3S174_GwPXJCy8WaqAO8WIkBRMgQnOwZ9glM6T4xGYqpDs6iwNF-GrQ6ehl9K5i6_R7Jqj0aw5h69F-37f_0goRHSdQFPMTRg15jWb4wGSc1igPwOhDtp9-Ga3BljU1B4Qaf-g_f0/s1600/Day+340_Roses+and+Rock+in+Hanging+pot_C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKH3S174_GwPXJCy8WaqAO8WIkBRMgQnOwZ9glM6T4xGYqpDs6iwNF-GrQ6ehl9K5i6_R7Jqj0aw5h69F-37f_0goRHSdQFPMTRg15jWb4wGSc1igPwOhDtp9-Ga3BljU1B4Qaf-g_f0/s320/Day+340_Roses+and+Rock+in+Hanging+pot_C.jpg" width="296" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roses and Rock in Hanging pot</td></tr>
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A zumble bee zumbled,<br />
Wafting it's way over to the porch.<br />
It settles on a flower,<br />
In a hanging flower pot.<br />
Zum.<br />
<br />
Ok see ya!W uzzle buzzle zum?binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-38128229486411729602011-07-07T15:21:00.000-07:002012-04-17T15:37:57.409-07:00Day 339<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMm5q1NuduYKn4kpubRit7uh3V31RlUP1Vgn448DHdhrMzkTZIHgBIcHF3o7Iy01kDLmwyC9gs6WZS4grickBYkxzCV8TuP9y1vGHQh6hPWzCPERPYT3fLIOainGjzzLQy1uGVkGSSEko/s1600/Day+339_The+Inside+of+Orange_C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMm5q1NuduYKn4kpubRit7uh3V31RlUP1Vgn448DHdhrMzkTZIHgBIcHF3o7Iy01kDLmwyC9gs6WZS4grickBYkxzCV8TuP9y1vGHQh6hPWzCPERPYT3fLIOainGjzzLQy1uGVkGSSEko/s320/Day+339_The+Inside+of+Orange_C.jpg" width="293" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Inside of Orange</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Tentatively he stepped forward.<br />
Unsure of what came next.<br />
He had found what looked to be a bright doorway.....The light was too bright to see where the it led.<br />
It all felt...somehow...cliché.<br />
It's odd how a feeling like that can sneak up on a person. But, then...<br />
Thunk.<br />
His foot met the door with a thunk.<br />
Hmmm...<br />
Well, this was a tricky door.<br />
The door was still shut it seemed. So this was a bright shiny door, not door<i>way</i>.<br />
So the boy reached for the doorknob and pulled open the door.<br />
Slowly at first.<br />
He peeped through the crack.<br />
Small sounds tickled his ears, ears that had not been working for quite some time.<br />
He stayed there for awhile, just listening.<br />
A small melody, he heard! It was one he had heard before! He knew it!....Some strangers he had met, had sang it. Or rather it had just drifted like a cloud, around them. It seemed to go wherever it wanted to. And it sang.<br />
<br />
It sang this song.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
This song sang of a King. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
One that was above and apart from anything. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Above and over,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The One who had lived forever.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This song sang of a genetic curse.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Growing, growing worse.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Promising everything,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
But giving less and less.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This song mourned of a grief.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Brought by that thief.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
That brought death,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And turned breath,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Into dirt.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This song sang of a people.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Given inherent worth,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Because of Who made them.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Willfully turning back,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Into dirt.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This song sang of a Savior.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Burdened with grief and trouble.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Reforming life,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
From all this rubble.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This song sang of Love.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A love so great,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Loving even those,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Who</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
killed</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Him.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This song sang of Life.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Of a twist in the tragic story,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
That turned death on it's head,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And brought forth glory,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
For Him.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
A torrent of emotions rose up, lashing his mind, like a willow whip. He tore at his hands. His eyes were different now. They saw a horrid disease that affected everything. It hemorrhaged darkness that turned his will to evil. He just want to be alone. He hated the song. He hated everyone! ALONE! The dirt on his hands screamed. ALONE! It would lock the door from the inside too.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
It was hell.</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<br /></div>
He had run away, pretending to be outraged and offended, but really he feared the Man the song sang of. Guilt followed at his feet like a cold slug. Those horridly bright people, who's eyes burned like forest fires. Something terribly black inside him hated them or what ever it was. They were as bright as this door. They made his eyes smart most wretchedly.<br />
<br />
He then spent his days trying to forget them. And too dull that pain. But they would not be forgotten. Living on in his dreams, faded as they were. His ears and eyes still remembered, remembering the color of the song.<br />
<br />
So then.<br />
<br />
He had found a door. At first, he stayed away.<br />
But his ears kept hearing snatches of life. Echoes of life, bouncing of the canyon walls.<br />
His eyes kept seeing flashes of good in the fog of grey.<br />
And soon he crept nearer.<br />
And nearer.<br />
A odd thing happened. The light began to dissolve the darkness. Slowly. He dreamed often of a boy, who giggled and twirled, danced ,calling out in a wordless song. The song flashed like a sword.<br />
He woke up, swimming in his tears, when he dreamed of the boy.<br />
He dreamed of a lion, who breathed out stars. He wasn't safe but he was very good.<br />
He woke up with a wild hope, bounding around his head, when he dreamed of the lion.<br />
<br />
So then.<br />
<br />
A crack of light.<br />
He moved the door open more.<br />
The melody changed. It grew wings and started winging its way over to him. He blinked. How did he know this? The question struck him. He froze, vibrating from the shock. This felt new, but yet was old. It tugged at him.<br />
<br />
A feeling swelled in his head, and ran giggling down his spine. It hopped off at his vocal chords, and henceforth spilled out his lips.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
A whisper. "Father?"</div>
<br />
The enlarging melody, gushed open, splashing the inside of orange all over the sky and burst in a full song. He clapped his hands over his mouth. He just whispered, and yet the song reponeded as if he had yelled.<br />
He fell forward, shoving the door open. He tripped and fell flat on his face, as he saw Him.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
A hand touched him. He looked up into the ecstatic face of Him who knows no end. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
"Do not be afraid, my love. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Come! </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
For you are my son!"</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ok see ya!:R un to Him!! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> For He is life, forever!</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-82827335565377254112011-07-06T15:20:00.000-07:002012-04-13T02:54:09.814-07:00Day 338<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowR6h6nLkzlDyB0S-0A6DH-17zwkYzUy5UeI4tk76SaxWfrK6LbuPSfLSDhSF_S76ggEZYUukcJpjFd5Fr7ySme7PlgspHJJs2aS3C6XtXuOXn1NtVnjJAlApb7KatA04NOLs9HZ2yhU/s1600/Day+338_Windows++with+Yarn_C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowR6h6nLkzlDyB0S-0A6DH-17zwkYzUy5UeI4tk76SaxWfrK6LbuPSfLSDhSF_S76ggEZYUukcJpjFd5Fr7ySme7PlgspHJJs2aS3C6XtXuOXn1NtVnjJAlApb7KatA04NOLs9HZ2yhU/s320/Day+338_Windows++with+Yarn_C.jpg" width="285" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Windows with Yarn</td></tr>
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<br />
A glint of blue,<br />
Startled her. Turning,<br />
She peeped out the window.<br />
"Huh..." She thought to herself.<br />
She absent-mindedly wound a stray thread around a finger.<br />
Today her mind wondered off into odd places.<br />
It was spring, after all.binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-84398046636600085102011-07-05T15:12:00.000-07:002012-04-10T15:13:03.632-07:00Day 337<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNr8Wh5hI_Sfo0ge_6G-nINIR6TDwOVgWFLzdrElwCFGozW52Itbaxt2bpQE9rEczPSRlHZI9q3JU7aG85umRBst9cimOmQV7GGlbuN_cmvDhn7vFmR6XpfitXqz_KH8ZWS_nUumUiPw/s1600/Day+337_Vase+and+Sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNr8Wh5hI_Sfo0ge_6G-nINIR6TDwOVgWFLzdrElwCFGozW52Itbaxt2bpQE9rEczPSRlHZI9q3JU7aG85umRBst9cimOmQV7GGlbuN_cmvDhn7vFmR6XpfitXqz_KH8ZWS_nUumUiPw/s400/Day+337_Vase+and+Sun.jpg" width="350" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vase and Sun</td></tr>
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A abstract thought,<br />
Once,<br />
Stumbled into a imaginary man.<br />
....Frankly though,<br />
He didn't feel much.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Being imaginary and all.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
Ok see ya!:S tep on though...binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-9393426501962640782011-07-04T14:22:00.000-07:002012-04-07T14:27:02.777-07:00Day 336<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1aBAhOYVPMfAiX_uOv7vgiaRx5dXU4rmdlJFUFFRkiWVitW3BL6ElhcOlU94Z2QwTTDMGDq2W1LemDPObq7tRHQIrFk4V3ViZjusZ7J8jkLbKnMFRvJe5ZZ1BPPyYbbGvKhxxvLU1J0/s1600/Day+336_Speedy+Limit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1aBAhOYVPMfAiX_uOv7vgiaRx5dXU4rmdlJFUFFRkiWVitW3BL6ElhcOlU94Z2QwTTDMGDq2W1LemDPObq7tRHQIrFk4V3ViZjusZ7J8jkLbKnMFRvJe5ZZ1BPPyYbbGvKhxxvLU1J0/s400/Day+336_Speedy+Limit.jpg" width="362" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speedy Limit</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
A High-speed bug chase ensues!<br />
<br />
Zip!<br />
Zip!<br />
<br />
Zoooom!<br />
Can you see through the blur?<br />
<br />
Ok see ya!H ow fast is that limit anyway?binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-3434527433932573102011-07-03T13:05:00.000-07:002012-03-26T13:14:30.528-07:00Day 335<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi380VZAPZaBqh9fu7Vao-m1BDr2RE3xzMU0MA394nyvBPoN9wMAFfSqyE7jHKuTy_h9gAuVOykh4EJ4WlAWxdFx9ogg0abiOCclcMelCZadApsUIzA_y0RfqSrKerwGAIvUo3esLBeUPY/s1600/Day+335_Silent+PineApple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi380VZAPZaBqh9fu7Vao-m1BDr2RE3xzMU0MA394nyvBPoN9wMAFfSqyE7jHKuTy_h9gAuVOykh4EJ4WlAWxdFx9ogg0abiOCclcMelCZadApsUIzA_y0RfqSrKerwGAIvUo3esLBeUPY/s400/Day+335_Silent+PineApple.jpg" width="357" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Silent Pineapple</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Shhhh.....<br />
....<br />
....<br />
...<br />
A pen scratches,<br />
pausing occasionally<br />
....<br />
...<br />
As its owner thinks.<br />
<br />
Ok, see ya!S ilence....binarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123138139701888125.post-12576434275250986052011-07-02T17:05:00.000-07:002012-03-10T06:59:41.778-08:00Day 334<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKXJxdI-C3BheBaRq4JdOuuWpOFNgfWPOh6CRKUvjd4nPxDN2BDv5l6FZLPpU194xQdm-CPEi1xWiPrD6LbFM8AUtoxu44Bbrtv8nN1ndqx96Gepjd5NLEVziKW4PbuCOBlQx_1E_4PI/s1600/Day+334_Colvert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKXJxdI-C3BheBaRq4JdOuuWpOFNgfWPOh6CRKUvjd4nPxDN2BDv5l6FZLPpU194xQdm-CPEi1xWiPrD6LbFM8AUtoxu44Bbrtv8nN1ndqx96Gepjd5NLEVziKW4PbuCOBlQx_1E_4PI/s320/Day+334_Colvert.jpg" width="278" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Culvert</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Splish-splash...<br />
Echoing crickets from the light at the end of the tunnel.<br />
The sound of water rippling.<br />
A swish of grass.<br />
"Chirp!"<br />
<br />
Ok see ya!:G reen leaves and clear waterbinarysodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546109868179277935noreply@blogger.com1