This is my photo. It was one of the first pictures I took with my Nikkor Fisheye 10.5mm. The photo made it on Flickr’s EXPLORE page, almost a year ago, and now it has landed on tumblr.
The copyright was removed from the photo and NO credit was given. If you take a photo from the original source please give credit where it is due?
“It Was The Night Before X-Mas,
And All through my house,
Was the sound of me singing which sounded like a mouse.
So I stopped and stared at my screen of course,
Wishing that it was tomorrow and having no remorse.
Christmas day is finally here, the time to ring in some holiday cheer.
So I bid all of you, a wonderful and joyful Christmas time too.” ~by Peety
Welcome to my world………..
A place where certain members of parliament, the VVD government and etc., have taken the time out of their busy schedule to F*%K me in the A*%S. Yes, it is that time of year when they ,’the political vampires’, rejoice in sucking up every last drop that we earn. Have I not shed enough €uro blood to appease you? I assume, not!!! I may be a LEGAL Alien but a Predator is how they treat me.
Yours truly,
LEGAL Alien(Peety)
Thanks Sabina for the beautiful Christmas card.
“Good-bye Cousin!”
A poem that I wrote for my cousin that recently passed away ..xxx
Death has no face, gender, creed or discrimination.
And one day it shall lay it’s hand on our entire nation.
But when it actually hits home and effects the people we love.
Is it a sign that we have angered the one’s high above?
My cousin just recently passed away.
Alone and dead in the bed he lay.
His name was Darren Eastmond, my personal loving clown.
As one never, ever, saw him with any type of frown.
I bow down and tip my hat.
As this poem Darren is for you my cool, calming cat.
He was a gentle man who always held his head up high.
His ambitions were limitless as he reached for the sky.
Off to workout.
Don’t you think I would rather sit here and pout?
I’ll be stretching and jogging as fast as I can.
Learning techniques on how-to get away from the big bad zombie man.
