“do you have coins for this dollar? I want to change the world” – shere-akrhan
(photos taken by dylan allread on a scandinavia trip)
This post is for those that stick to their values, right the ship after every wreck, call them giants, Soul Food, S.F. will be worth the trek
(photographs taken by dylan allread)
Yes, it is Wednesday already; Your boy Kevin McCoy is back at you with this week’s quotes. Thanks again for spreading the knowledge through the short yet powerful words from our leaders and/or heroes!!
“Finding ones self is the greatest journey one will embark on in their life” – unknown
“The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow” – Bob Marley
“Don’t gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better than silver or gold” – Bob Marley
“Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision” – Ayn Rand
“I’m not interested in preserving the status quo; I want to overthrow it” – Niccolo Machiavelli
STILL AVAILABLE
the t’s have been printed and they are sitting in my apartment. if you want one, there are S,M, L and XL left. my email address is allread.dylan.c@gmail.com
this is the back of the shirt..the front is the mirror image but without the “brooklyn betty” tag
White butterfly, white butterfly
Next to my side
I’ve got two wings
On the white buffterfly I ride
The Great Escape
Traveling through each Ides
White butterfly, white butterfly
You fly through chain – linked fences
Paint chipped and rusted you narrowly escape
Using your six senses
And every leaf you scathe
Turns green in fate
But I wish you’d turn back a phase
Fill the craters of the moon
Cause it was skip rock wishful safe
When you had a cocoon
I know I’ll see you, opaque
White butterfly, white butterfly
Next to my side
I’ve got two wings
On the white buffterfly I ride
The Great Escape
Traveling through each Ides
White butterfly, white butterfly
No way, it ended in this few days
I’ll continue to wait anyway
Years do pass soon
And I must say it was better
When it was every afternoon
Cause your sympathy and smile are bait
I’m a hungry fish but I’ll stay strong and wait
And you’ll be watching me
Like the Police, with every bee Sting
Every breath I take
White butterflies beside me
Whether, it is clear or nay, every day
With the White Butterfly signed letter
I’ll float in on the waves from the center
Of the windless lakes
White butterfly, white butterfly
Next to my side
I’ve got two wings
On the white buffterfly I ride
The Great Escape
Traveling through each Ides
White butterfly, white butterfly
White butterfly, white butterfly
Next to my side
I’ve got two wings
On the white buffterfly I ride
The Great Escape
Traveling through each Ides
White butterfly, white butterfly
(photograph taken by dylan allread; when i was in copenhagen i strolled onto this wall art)
Erik grew up in Columbus, Ohio, but currently lives in Chicago. He warmly believes beauty resides in the near, the far, the light, the dark, the easy, as well as the hard.
Take a seat behind Erik’s eyes,
And read what makes him fly.
The inspiration behind Erik’s works in his words, “Photography is a separate world that I can enter. I can create something that has meaning to myself and opens the minds of others. I want someone to look at my work and think. Not only do I want it to be aesthetically pleasing. I want others to take a glimpse into another mind. These images give me a feeling of comfort. I want to be able to take a step back and realize what’s inside that rectangle hole.
Trying to find something to shoot isn’t what I’m going for; I’m edging towards creating a feeling of excitement and imagination. I want to take these simplistic things and force them to feel released onto the page. Take them out of their world and give them a new way of being viewed.
Displaying these images is something I didn’t need to think about. If I’m shooting simple, why not present simple? So I did just that. I like the idea of being able to approach these images and not be afraid of what you see but wonder why its there….”
(photographs in this post taken by Erik Ciccarelli)
And my arms are like a windmill while the breeze propels me around
Helping me climb steep hills towards the wind chime’s perfect sound
(windmill in denmark; photo taken by dylan allread)
Scandinavia is the weakness
Charge them for the delinquents
Sailing for the seven wonders
And all the world’s other secrets
Scandinavia was the spark plug
Asked so many questions
Pulled the trigger
And now I’m searching for the answers
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You were just supposed to be a holiday destination
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You and all your perfections
Scandinavia, look what you have done now
I’m standing in a crowd
Looking up
The steep edge of a fjord
How am I sup –
Posed to move forward
Without looking down
On the congested roads below
Sorry for the straight face
I don’t know
Whether to smile or frown
The closest I’ve been to this altitude
I was in a skyscraper downtown
When I was laughing
Like I had seen a clown
I got too happy I cried
When I was turned down
Everywhere I applied
Sigh, it pounded the eardrums
That was what I needed
Music to the ears
But at first I didn’t like the sound
Until a few times through
I grew to love the album
Cause now I know
I can turn the wheel
I can turn it all around
Control the outcome
I went to Scandinavia
To find the holder of my crown
Now that I have it
Where to now
Scandinavia is the weakness
Charge them for the delinquents
Sailing for the seven wonders
And all the world’s other secrets
Scandinavia was the spark plug
Asked so many questions
Pulled the trigger
And now I’m searching for the answers
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You were just supposed to be a holiday destination
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You and all your perfections
Scandinavia, look what you have done now
I can’t imagine a week
Without an end
When there are no days
To lay and vent
The frustrations
Of back and forth
Same old stuff on every station
Scanning for a fix
I told you I liked to listen
But what is this
Tell me something
That I’ll roll the volume loud
Standing ovate
Cracks on the eggs
I liked the early 90s
When everyone was proud
But I’m with the many types of peoples
Floating around up and about
In a hot air balloon
On the road
Touring the many moons
We’re at the fork
To fake and truth
But we’re headed back
Cause we couldn’t choose
We’re losing fuel
And even brilliant stars hit the roof
I swear we’ll miss
Taking pictures in the phone booth
I swear we’ll make
A new crater soon
Whether it’s fake or truth
Fate soothes
Scandinavia is the weakness
Charge them for the delinquents
Sailing for the seven wonders
And all the world’s other secrets
Scandinavia was the spark plug
Asked so many questions
Pulled the trigger
And now I’m searching for the answers
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You were just supposed to be a holiday destination
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You and all your perfections
Scandinavia, look what you have done now
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brooklyn betty
