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Thursday, August 21, 2008

The Many Faces of Flynn

















After lunch at the Air and Space Museum we had some camera fun. I found this series of pictures entertaining. Enjoy.
From the mind of . at 3:03 PM

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This is the day... This is the story of my life after college. This is a collection of the tales from my adventures. This is a chronicle of my experiences.

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Better Beautiful Than Perfect

I run a little insurrection that moves in the direction that beauty is beauty in spite of perfection
see the crosses at the roadside
see the thorn bush ablaze in bloom
put your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your hand
momma, let down your hair
yes, I´ve chipped a tooth
no need to call home
I don´t have to be anywhere
we can hear the bossa nova
we can sway the night away
the steps to the dance are best left up to chance
better beautiful than perfect, anyway
and while the moon wanes and waxes
death and taxes are lurking out there
Life is grand, Love is real and Beauty is everywhere

And so the clear blue sky
no, she never made a sound
though she was blindfolded, gagged and bound
now see the poppies pushin´ up through the bones on the ground but the body´s never found

can you hear the bossa nova? let us sway the night away...

(Clyne, Johnson, Naffah)