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The World That Once Was
This is my haunt for any thing old and strange. Give me a bag of bones and a few skeleton keys, and I am happier then a fat kid loves A giant pan of double chocolate chip brownies with sprinkles on top.
I will post picture and words on my efforts to fulfillment or my need for the rust the smell of once was. You might get a few stuff that just make giddy.
I will post picture and words on my efforts to fulfillment or my need for the rust the smell of once was. You might get a few stuff that just make giddy.
SOOOO JEALOUS!
A doctor gave this to me as a gift. It filled with beautiful photos and anatomy charts ❤ (Taken with instagram)
6 days ago - 14
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Olde Time Coney Island Strongman Spectacular, Count Justinian “Strongman Strength” Moustache Wax, now available for pre-order!
2 weeks ago - 3
3Best way to eat a Stormtrooper.
(Hat tip: http://www.neatorama.com/2012/01/16/life-size-storm-trooper-cake/)
YAY POE! great find. I am in the middle of collecting this other books apart of the same collection by the publisher! I also have his complete works I found at a theft store but couldnt pass this one up.
1 month ago - 2
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Vintage Market finds!!!! Glad to add them to my collection.
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Only 2 days left to enter win a portrait of you, by me—as well as signed prints of Sherlock, Ron Swanson, Inspector Spacetime, AND Katniss Everdeen.
SAM SPRATT’S SPRING PORTRAIT CONTEST/CUSTOM PORTRAIT/SIGNED PRINT GIVEAWAY!
Spring is around the corner which means as thanks to you for following me here, as usual—I am giving TWO of you the chance to win a custom portrait made by me, custom-tailored to your heart’s desire. Free, no strings attached. The rules are simple, but read them so you can win.
What You Get:
A Web-resolution (1100 pixel) custom portrait, tailored to your most bizarre of requests. You can get a very traditional portrait done or as outlandish as you can dream. Zombies, Hipsters, Pirates, Ninjas, Superheroes, Robots, etc. are all fair-game themes in which you can have yourself transmogrified in painted form.
ADDITIONALLY, I’ll be giving 3 runner-ups their choice of a 13”x19” signed velvet archival print. Choices are: Sherlock, Ron Swanson, and Inspector Spacetime.
How to Enter:
FACEBOOK: Simply comment on the following facebook post. You get an extra entry if you click the “share” button and post it to your wall. ( Sam Spratt - Facebook Contest )
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This also counts as an entry.
TUMBLR: Just reblog/like this post!
How long this will last:
This contest will run until April 6th, 2012.
You all are the best! Good luck and thanks again to all who follow my little slice of artwork on the web.
NOTE: You must be a follower or subscriber at the time of the win.
Why all this? Well, you’ve gotta write a big check with quite a few zeros at the end of it to commission art from me—and call me crazy, but I firmly believe that in a perfect world, people *should* get to own art AND do things like “pay rent”, “eat food-like substances on occasion”, and maybe even “continue to live”. Two of you can do that, the rest of you… you’re screwed. Sincerely, <3 Sam
This would be fun…
Love and Memory - John Clare
Love and Memory - John Clare
Love and Memory
Thou art gone the dark journey
That leaves no returning;
‘Tis fruitless to mourn thee
But who can help mourning
To think of the life
That did laugh on thy brow
In the beautiful past
Left so desolate now?
When youth seemed immortal,
So sweet did it weave
Heaven’s halo around thee
Earth’s hopes to deceive;
Thou fairest and dearest
Where many were fair,
To my heart thou art nearest
Though this name is but there.
The nearer the fountain
More pure the stream flows
And sweeter to fancy
The bud of the rose,
And now thou’rt in heaven
More pure is the birth
Of thoughts that wake of thee
Than aught upon earth.
As a bud green in spring,
As a rose blown in June,
Thy beauty looked out
And departed as soon;
Heaven saw thee too fair
For earth’s tenants of clay
And ere age did thee wrong
Thou wert summoned away.
I know thou art happy,
Why in grief need I be?
Yet I am and the more so
To feel it’s for thee,
For thy presence possessed
As thy absence destroyed
The most that I loved
And the all I enjoyed.
So I try to seek pleasure
But vainly I try
Now joy’s cup is drained
And hope’s fountain is dry;
I mix with the living,
Yet what do I see?
Only more cause for sorrow
In losing of thee.
The year has its winter
As well as its May,
So the sweetest must leave us
And the fairest decay;
Suns leave us tonight
And their light none may borrow
So joy retreats from us
Overtaken by sorrow.
The sun greets the spring
And the blossom the bee,
The grass the blea hill
And the leaf the bare tree,
But suns nor yet seasons
As sweet as they be
Shall ever more greet me
With tidings of thee.
The voice of the cuckoo
Is merry at noon
And the song of the nightingale
Gladdens the moon,
But the gayest today
May be saddest tomorrow
And the loudest in joy
Sink the deepest in sorrow.
For the lovely in death
And the fairest must die,
Fall once and forever
Like stars from the sky;
So in vain do I mourn thee,
I know it’s in vain,
Who would wish thee from joy
To earth’s troubles again?
Yet thy love shed upon me
Life more than mine own,
And now thou art from me
My being is gone;
Words know not my grief
Thus without thee to dwell,
Yet in one I felt all
When life bade thee farewell.
Thou art gone the dark journey
That leaves no returning;
‘Tis fruitless to mourn thee
But who can help mourning
To think of the life
That did laugh on thy brow
In the beautiful past
Left so desolate now?
When youth seemed immortal,
So sweet did it weave
Heaven’s halo around thee
Earth’s hopes to deceive;
Thou fairest and dearest
Where many were fair,
To my heart thou art nearest
Though this name is but there.
The nearer the fountain
More pure the stream flows
And sweeter to fancy
The bud of the rose,
And now thou’rt in heaven
More pure is the birth
Of thoughts that wake of thee
Than aught upon earth.
As a bud green in spring,
As a rose blown in June,
Thy beauty looked out
And departed as soon;
Heaven saw thee too fair
For earth’s tenants of clay
And ere age did thee wrong
Thou wert summoned away.
I know thou art happy,
Why in grief need I be?
Yet I am and the more so
To feel it’s for thee,
For thy presence possessed
As thy absence destroyed
The most that I loved
And the all I enjoyed.
So I try to seek pleasure
But vainly I try
Now joy’s cup is drained
And hope’s fountain is dry;
I mix with the living,
Yet what do I see?
Only more cause for sorrow
In losing of thee.
The year has its winter
As well as its May,
So the sweetest must leave us
And the fairest decay;
Suns leave us tonight
And their light none may borrow
So joy retreats from us
Overtaken by sorrow.
The sun greets the spring
And the blossom the bee,
The grass the blea hill
And the leaf the bare tree,
But suns nor yet seasons
As sweet as they be
Shall ever more greet me
With tidings of thee.
The voice of the cuckoo
Is merry at noon
And the song of the nightingale
Gladdens the moon,
But the gayest today
May be saddest tomorrow
And the loudest in joy
Sink the deepest in sorrow.
For the lovely in death
And the fairest must die,
Fall once and forever
Like stars from the sky;
So in vain do I mourn thee,
I know it’s in vain,
Who would wish thee from joy
To earth’s troubles again?
Yet thy love shed upon me
Life more than mine own,
And now thou art from me
My being is gone;
Words know not my grief
Thus without thee to dwell,
Yet in one I felt all
When life bade thee farewell.
I have been to tired to care….
I haven’t posted shit becuase I have been working alot…
the venice-simplon orient express
I think this is the adventure I have been searching for…
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My new amazing tattoo by Dan Bythwood, Regeneration Tattoo, Alston, Ma
Tattoo I finished just now; Gypsy Gal with Tiger Cowl.
(Color/shading fresh, lines healed.)
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Pictures of some of the competitors from the Boston Facial Hair Fiasco. Beados!!
hey look it me and my stache!
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