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Truth
04:39 Aug 28 2013
Times Read: 847

Han Solo: You like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.



Princess Leia: I happen to like nice men.



Han Solo: I’m a nice man.

Photogreatness
07:16 Aug 25 2013
Times Read: 861

Some great images from Panama Rocks on LITB tonight... check it out.

23:20 Aug 22 2013
Times Read: 879

Gawd bless 'Merica.

President O'bama (making him Irish today because him and all other politicians make me want to drink) stopped in Buffalo today to offer a whole lot of political fluff and rhetoric, in person, instead of having his lackeys do it. And because he's the President, regardless of the fact our society is in compete decline, everyone lost their minds about him visiting.



The above image is more patriotic and inspiring than any of our politicians ever could be.

Butt this picture is ok...
22:43 Aug 21 2013
Times Read: 908






...because she is hiding her Ewok.

01:28 Aug 21 2013
Times Read: 925






The opinions expressed in this video are not mine, but that's only because I'm a guy. I still love this.



It is so.... right.

Hailey's Comet
05:15 Aug 12 2013
Times Read: 946

Crystal blue skies hide

Dots of light that can only be seen

When skies illuminate a darker side

And the lace made of silvery threads

Pull away this higher tide



She yearns through the eons

By a gravity unknown

Cold and empty space she feels

Hearts once tied, no longer sewn

To these new gravities

Her pull has grown



In my sight, her tale spun

A trail grown long

By an ultra violet sun

To move and to sway

Dressed in tangled strands

To drift away

Through the fingers of God’s hands



Beyond the heavenly freedom

Feathery shapeless beds

Beyond the full moon glow

Lace of silvery threads

Beyond the confines

Of these lives we’ve led



Still on she travels

Through a distance that yawns

This desire she wants

The place where she belongs



Perhaps all she desires

Is to end this flight

Falling back to the sun

On some cold lonely night

And be loved every day

Shining so warm and bright



Or maybe she wishes

For the moon instead

And lay every night

In heaven’s feathery bed

Feeling a touch and a kiss

Dressed in lace and silvery thread

Held tight by these arms

Like the stories she’s read



But what to be had?



Still her tangled strands flow

Celestial beauty

A life time of days below

Separated by mystery

Leaving her legend to grow



And only once in a life

Will I find this grace

Of such beauty in flight

In my life of empty space



I will pray to find

An immortality to bind

For many lives to live

And survive a godly kind

Wasting away the eons

For once each lifetime

Just to find her grace

When she returns

From a prison of empty space

Star Gazing
04:05 Aug 12 2013
Times Read: 952

I spent some time last night photographing Buffalo's Night Skies,



I caught a few meteors and even a satellite on a fly-by....



See if you can see them.

Sex. and Porn.
03:39 Aug 01 2013
Times Read: 906

I wanted to talk to all of you about sex, but instead decided this video about sex and pornography was more to the point...

Hotdogs and donuts anyone?