messages for you know who you are

[brainpanhandler]

... for every New Year's eve for the rest of your life.

[barracuda]

[Project Willow]

[barracuda]

[Project Willow]

No matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful.

[psynapz]

No matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful.

[Project Willow]

^
Hey 'napz, two's company, three's, well, you know.
.
.
.
A threesome.


BTW, I think you're beautiful also, you bug. Hope all is well with you and yours!

[psynapz]

A threesome.

No, no, no... see... I'm Sebastian here.

Now were I... going down... that path, I would have... inserted... an entirely different clip:




But this ain't about me. Carry on, 'challs.

[Project Willow]

Thanks for the attempt at an assist psynapz but...





Yeah, that's about it.

[brainpanhandler]

When the moon is a counterfeit
Better find the one that fits
Better find the one that lights
The way for you
When the road is full of nails,
Garbage pails and darkened jails
And their tongues
Are full of heartless tales
That drain on you
Who would ever notice you
You fade into a shaded room

[Project Willow]

Weeping Buddha, from Bali.

http://www.google.com/search?q=weeping+buddha&hl=en&biw=1613&bih=918&prmd=ivns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=wSFVTuCQMMPRiALjzuDWDA&sqi=2&ved=0CCYQsAQ

There is a story about two warriors associated with the weeping Buddha. The warriors often faced each other during several battles. Both the warriors used masks as part of their costumes as a result of which they couldn’t see their opponent’s face. Following several such confrontations, the older warrior triumphed over the younger warrior. The younger warrior was killed. When the older warrior took off his mask, he realized that he had killed was his own lost son. Seeing this, the older warrior – who is none other than the weeping Buddha – began to cry.

It is believed that the weeping Buddha takes away the grief and troubles of the world. In return, he bestows peace and provides strength to those who rub his back.

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Kathe Kollwitz


Woman with Dead Child


Self Portrait


Mother with Two Children


Death and The Woman


The Weaver's Revolt


The Prisoners

Käthe Schmidt Kollwitz (July 8, 1867 – April 22, 1945) was a German painter, printmaker, and sculptor whose work offered an eloquent and often searing account of the human condition in the first half of the 20th century. Her empathy for the less fortunate, expressed most famously through the graphic means of drawing, etching, lithography, and woodcut, embraced the victims of poverty, hunger, and war.[1][2] Initially her work was grounded in Naturalism, and later took on Expressionistic qualities.[3]

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[barracuda]

That's the one. Yes, yes, thank you, thank you, and sorry once again.

[brainpanhandler]

The torch of Love dispels the gloom
Of life, and animates the tomb;
But never let it idly flare
On gazers in the open air,
Nor turn it quite away from one
To whom it serves for moon and sun,
And who alike in night or day
Without it could not find his way.

[brainpanhandler]

sigh

[brainpanhandler]