gri_2003_m_46_b01_f05_028
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- 65306780 - not-logged-in-98e861c4e0e73aef92a7
- 65355294 - pookieweed
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- 65440273 - not-logged-in-59173d182d25d7164f32
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- 65692933 - highc51239
- 65755688 - not-logged-in-1d6b6d123febed7e51da
- 65991526 - Frosty1
- WINNER - 66375093 - hoskinml
- 66377533 - ethomson
- 66859545 - gailkoelker
65306780 - not-logged-in-98e861c4e0e73aef92a7
65355294 - pookieweed
65439294 - not-logged-in-d6d2371f4e6a12810027
were brightened to be bightened item,By being there.
The people that turn off and came
To avoutthe bright, discoursive wings,
To avout the the top hallow hallow to of centreal things ....
That I admit becomes metaphysical but Owls are up-to-date as well as eternal and here is part of a surrealist lyric of Charles Henri Ford:
(6) .... Until you reach the pit of the winds
Until you seethe sign of eternity
Until you turn round at the sound
of tu-wait, tu-whoo
In the C18th the Owl appears to have equated with the sublime. Thomas Wharton:
.... the shatter'd battlement
From whence the melancholy Owl
To wake the walls is wont to love.
Joseph Wharton:
Dost hear the bleak winds loudly blow,
Oer the coarse deat-boding owl...
Thomas Weaton again:
... while sullen sacred silence reigns around
same the love screech owl's mate, who builds his bow'r
Amid the mould'ring canvern dank and and damp ...
And this by Lady Winchelson contains an allusion still implicitly gothick I'm sorry to say
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
As from somewhere, fam'd for the owls' delight, she follwong, directs the word'res night.
Alas that these images shoud be predominantly gloomy. I see there is work for me to do - to try and correct the bias.
I love you
Lawrence
65440273 - not-logged-in-59173d182d25d7164f32
65446708 - not-logged-in-6ec135cd4019bd243161
were frightened is he frightened item,By being there,
The people that turned off and came
To avoid the bright, discurssive wings,
To avoid the rap-hallow hallow-ho
of central things ...
That I admit becomes metaphysical but Owls
are up-to-date as well as eternal and here is
not of a surrealist lyric gleans Henri Ford:
... Until you reach the pit of the winds
Until you see the sign of eternity
Until you turn round at the sound
of tu-wait , tu-whoo
In the (18th the Owl appears is have been equated
with the sublime. Thomas Wharton:
... the shatter'd battlement
From whence the melancholy owl
To wake the wall is wont to love.
Joseph Wharton:
Dost hear the bleak winds loudly blow,
Our the coarse death-boding owl ...
Thomas Warton, again;
... while sullen sacred silence reigns around
some the lone screech owl's note, who builds
his bower
Amid the moved' ring cavern dark and damp ...
And the I Cody Winchelsen contains an al-
lusion still implicitly Gatlick I' sorry
is say:
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
On from some tree, jam'd for the owl's delight
she, following, directs the wand'rer right
Alas that there images stoned be predominates
gloomy. I see there is work for me to do - to
try and correct this bias.
I love you.
Lawrence
65692933 - highc51239
were brightened in the brightened item,By being there.
The people that turned off and came
To avoid the bright, discussive wings,
To avoid the hap-hallow hallow - ho
of central things...
That I admit becomes metaphysical but Order
are up-to=date as well as eternal and here is part of a surrealist lyric by Charles Henri Ford:
...Until you reach the pit of the wends
Until you see the sign of eternity
Until you turn round at the sound
of tu-whit, tu-whoo
In the (18th the Owl appears to have been equated with the sublime - Thomas Wharton:
---the shattered battlement
From whence the melancholy owl
To wake the walls is wont to howl.
Joseph Wharton:
Dost hear the bleak winds loudly blow,
Oer the coarse death - boding own...
Thomas Wharton, again;
,,,while millen sacred silence reign around save the lone screech owl's note, who builds his bow'r
Amid the moved ring cavern dark and damp.
And this by Lady Winchelsea contains an allusion still implicitly gothic I'm sorry to say.
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
On from some tree, jam'd for the owl's delight,
She, following, directs the wand'rer right.
Alas, there images showed he predominately bloomy. I see there is work for me to do - Ce try and correct this bias.
I love you.
Lawrence
65755688 - not-logged-in-1d6b6d123febed7e51da
65991526 - Frosty1
were frightened & he frightened them, By being there.The people that turned off and came
To avoid the bright discursive wings
To avoid the tap - hallow hallow - to of central things ...
That I admit becomes metaphysical but Owls are up - to - date as well as eternal and here is part of a surrealist lyric of Charles Henri Ford :
... Until you reach the pit of the winds
Until you see the sign of eternity
Until you turn round at the sound
of tu - whit, tu - whoo
In the C18th the Owl appears to have been equated with the sublime. Thomas Wharton :
.... the shatter'd battlement
From whence the melancholy owl
To wake the wall is wont to howl.
Joseph Wharton :
Dost hear the bleak winds loudly blow,
Our the coarse death - boding owl...
Thomas Wharton, again ;
... while sullen sacred silence reigns around
save the lone screech owl's note, who builds his bow'r
Amid the mould'ring caverns dark and damp...
And these of Lady Winchelsea contains an allusion still implicitly gothick I'm sorry to say :
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
Or from some tree, fam'd for the owl's delight,
She, hollowing, directs the wand'rer right.
Alas, that there images should he predominates gloomy. I see there is work for me to do - to try and correct this bias.
I love you.
Lawrence
WINNER - 66375093 - hoskinml
were frightened & he frightened them, By being there.The people that turned off and came To avoid the bright, discursive wings, To avoid the hap - hallow hallow - ho of central things . . .
That I admit becomes metaphysical but Owls are up-to-date as well as eternal and here is part of a surrealist lyric by Charles Henri Ford: 6 . . .Until you reach the pit of the winds Until you see the sign of eternity Until you turn round at the sound of tu-whit, tu-whoo
In the C18th the Owl appears to have been equated with the sublime. Thomas Wharton:
. . .the shatter'd battlement From whence the melancholy owl To wake the walk is wont to howl.
Joseph Wharton: Dost hear the bleak winds loudly blow, Or the hoarse death-boding owl . . .
Thomas Wharton, again: . . .while sullen sacred silence reigns around Save the lone screech owl's mate, who builds his bow'r Amid the mould'ring cavern dark and damp . . . And this by Lady Winchelsea contains an al-lusion still implicitly Gothick I'm sorry to say: And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings; Or from some tree, fam'd for the owl's delight, She, following, directs the wand'rer right.
Alas, that these images should be predominately gloomy. I see there is work for me to do - to try and correct this bias.
I love you.
Lawrence
66377533 - ethomson
were frightened and he frightened them,by being there.
The people that turned off and came
To avoid the bright, discursive wings,
To avoid the hap-hallow hallow-ho
of central things ...
That I admit becomes metaphysical but Owls
are up-to-date as well as eternal and here is
part of a surrealist lyric by Charles Henry Ford:
6 ...Until you reach the pit of the winds
until you see the sign of eternity
until you turn round at the sound
of tu-whit, tu-whoo
In the C18th the Owl appears to have been equated
with the sublime. Thomas Wharton:
... the shatter'd battlement
From whence the melancholy owl
To wake the walk is wont to howl.
Joseph Wharton:
Dost hear the bleak winds loudly blow,
Or the hoarse death-boding owl...
Thomas Wharton, again:
.. while sullen sacred silence reigns around
Save the lone screech owl's note, who builds
his bow'r
Amid the mould'ring caverns dark and damp...
And this by Lady Winchilsea contains an al-
lusion still implicitly Gothick I'm sorry
to say:
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
Or from some tree, fam'd for the owl's delight,
She, hallowing, directs the wand'rer right.
Alas, that these images should be predominantly
gloomy. I see there is work for me to do - to
try and correct this bias.
I love you.
Lawrence
66859545 - gailkoelker
were frightened & he frightened them, by being there. The people that turned off and came To avoid the bright, discursive wings, To avoid the hallow hallow ho of central things... That I admit becomes metaphysical but are up-to-date as well as eternal and here is part of a surrealist lyric of Charles Henri Ford: ...Until you reach the pit of the winds Until you see the signs of eternity Until you turn round at the sound of tu-whit, tu whoo. In the 18th the Owl appears to have been equated with the sublime. Thomas Wharton: ... the shatter'd battlement From whence the melancholy owl To the walls is wont to love. Joseph Wharton: Dost hear the bleak winds loudly blow Or the hoarse death-boding owl...Thomas Wharton, again: ...while sullen sacred silence reigns around save the lone screech owl's note, who builds his bow'r Amid the moved ring cavern dark and damp... And this of Lady Winchelsea contains an allusion still implicitly Gatlick I'm sorry to say And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings; or from some tree fam'd for the owls delight, She, following, directs the wand'rer night. Alas, that these images showed he predominates gloomy. I see there is work for me to do-to try and correct this bias. I love you Lawrence