#skylooks

[corporate-comedy]

Away in a Manger

Away in a mangerNo crib for a bedThe little Lord JesusLay down His sweet head The stars in the skyLook down where He layThe little Lord JesusAsleep on the hay The cattle are lowingThe poor baby wakesBut little Lord JesusNo crying He makes I love Thee, Lord JesusLook down from the skyAnd stay by my side‘Til morning is nigh Be near me, Lord JesusI ask Thee to stayClose by me foreverAnd love me…

[juliaalexssandra]

A cor neon sempre divide opiniões não é mesmo, por sinal eu gosto bastante, sempre gosto de mesclar com peças mais básicas e sempre da certo ! Vocês curtem peças neon ? 💚Curiosidades💚 As roupas neon foram criadas, entre as décadas 60 e 70, como forma de rebeldia, pois as mulheres da época queriam mostrar originalidade. . . . . . #lookslikefilm #lookstyle #makeuplooks #stradilooks #sinralooks #lookslikefilmweddings #looksgood #looksbynins #lookszara #summerlooks #eyelooks #totallooks #skylooks #lookslikefilmkids #fashionlooks #londonfashion #london #londres #looksneon (em London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/COVqh87rBOD/?igshid=10mhbrsrtdbcn

[reallifeperfect]

I love the part of sunrise where the #skylooks painted. How can you look at it and not be happy? https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzc8gIfJKuK/?igshid=1cmk1wmzoj121

[saintluvly]

not the tornado warning

[gayspock]

when sunset 🌇 makes tha skylooking like  a lesbian flag 😍👆 yaay! congratulations miss sunshine on comign out  🤗💖... or going back IN 😳 lol  😘👉

[wingsoffireaus]

Nightwing names: Darklover, Secretsearcher, Moondreamer, or Skylooker! My OC is named Twilightspeaker, but you can use her name if you want

These are awesome! I won't use it unless you really want me to but that's an awesome name.

[army-chronicles-indochina-sl]

The Beginning

Colonel M. Sky

As the day rolls buy.....we see Corporal Thatcher in her hooch writing a letter home, 2cnd Lt Mendoza on base Duty, Private McArtie on Gate duty scratching his ass......and Colonel Sky in the Ops hooch planning Recons, Patrols and Missions. 

"Fucking great day to be alive!!  The Colonel pauses....shit I have to get this burial done for Corporal Cookie, RIP". Wonders why the Private is laughing out at the gate

Private McArtie

listened to the idiot of a radio mod, cracking the same "snake in your boots" joke every day, while the sun shone down on him without mercy. He laughed  to himself. Was it the heat? The lack of sleep or was he already going crazy?

Colonel M. Sky

From the stuffy Ops Hooch the door opens....I stand at the door way looking at the beauty of the Vietnam jungle knowing that at any moment a  bullet could ring out. How those little toothless midgets known as the VC disappear in the vastness off the jungle is beyond me.  I think to myself that we will come out of this alive.....The Colonel continues to stand there, sweat glistening off his face, sweat drops off his brow and steam coming off his Beret.

Corporal Sweetwater

Morning in NAM, it was always NAM. But something was different, at least on his uniform. He had just been promoted to Corporal. It was a strange feeling, being an NCO, but that was the only thing that seemed to be different. The jungle was still the same and as always, the first thing he did after taking care of chow and showering, was to stare intently into it, just to see if there was anything different, if there was someone hiding in there. He had not been long in NAM, but he already had the 1000 yard stare.......just to be safe, just to be certain. He waited, listed, expecting all hell to break loose.......but after several minutes, nothing. He let out a sigh of relief and went on about his duties.

Corporal Thatcher

Allexis hated writing letters.  There was not much she could say.  Her friends all thought she had gone crazy when she joined the army.  Don't do any thing to call attention to yourself they said. She had to do as well here as she could.  She'd been given a promotion but they would not be happy with that knowledge.

Private McArtie

silently closed the door of the ablutions and placed the little radio onto the wooden shelf. After switching it on, he instantly turned the volume down, afraid the Col. or Corporal Thatcher could become aware of his little escape. He closed his eyes and started dancing, like he had done, before all this came raining down on him. Snapping his fingers to the Supremes, he suddenly felt back home, his town, his family home and the cute carrot from next door, almost near to grab

Sgt. Major Silverfall

is wondering what is in for the Chow this evening. Also is anxiously hoping a private or especially an NCO fucks up in some way. He grumbles and mumbles to himself, always holding a  straight face with no emotion, He plans his evening of jumping asses and facing The VC.  As he ponders he comes across a random soldier and uses the five words to forever scare a Junior enlisted soldier, "You just fucked up, Private!" His voice echoes through the camp.

Colonel M. Sky

Looks up....hears the voice of the Sgt Major like a drum echoes in a parade.   Boy the Sgt Majors voice does carry.

Sgt. Major Silverfall

shouts into the men's hooch before walking out and off post, "Privates, If I smell so much as a hint of body funk coming off any of you, "I'll put my foot so far up your ass, the sweat from my knee will quench your thirst!" He proceeds back out the door, before sharply turning around and adding, "And shave off those nasty Moostaches!" He heads out and off post.

Private McArtie

snort laughed, already taking a shower, but able to hear the Sgt. Major yell here. Wasn’t his fault that he was dirty all the time, and he’d more than appreciate a real bathtub, instead of these off and on showers, which made him jump from one side to the other, just to catch a drop of water.  He punched against the faucet, then turned it off and grabbed his towel

Corporal Thatcher

Finished up on the letters owed.  Her head ached from all the writing.  She heard Sgt Major Silverfall and smiled.  Yeah, that one liked to kick ass and take names later.   She would take her letters down to put in outgoing mail.  Taking a deep breath.  She was hungry but the food...she  never knew if she would live through the next meal.  Still she headed to the chow hall.

Colonel M. Sky

As the day came to and end.......The  Colonel and the Sgt Major found a home for the Shit Burning detail.  They discussed how much fuel and how much shit would be placed in the  bucket.  While  being in Vietnam was punishment enough....burning shit would only enhance  the experience.  The Colonel took one last look at the burning bucket and smirked and smiled at the bucket.   "God have mercy on whoever has to stir that brown pot of gold".

Sgt. Major Silverfall

sips the beer and sighs, "I remember when I was a Private, I had  Shit burning detail for about 2 weeks." He chuckles, "I drew a dick on the First Sergeants map board on the current position, and woman crotch for the objective spot. He knew I did, I was a the "Troublemaker Cairo," he laughs a bit hard, "Ah, but those days are long past now. But I was a young and dumb buck private, no rank, back in them days." Sips his beer again and then throws down the can to head to barracks and check for Privates trying to sneak off duty early. He can be heard shouting again, form inside the barracks, "Privates! What in the Actual Fuck?!" and it soon after begins..... 

Colonel M. Sky

The Vietnam weather was no help and now stirring shit...I suppose things can’t get any worse for these soldiers. We were sent here for a reason and to do the job we were trained to do.  This was home for now and we all better make the best of it.   Tomorrow is another day.  

[nautislaspalmas]

Morning skylook view ... https://www.instagram.com/p/CdpmHfPKeCh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[poetyca]

Stelle - Stars

Stelle – Stars

🌸Stelle🌸Guardo il cieloin cerca di stellementre sollevandoin alto gli occhiincontro il serenoe a te invio un astroper iniziare con gioiail nostro viaggiooltre confine01.08.2021 Poetyca🌸🌿🌸#Poetycamente 🌸StarsI look at the skylooking for starswhile liftingup your eyesI meet the sereneand to you I send a starto start with joyour tripbeyond the border01.08.2021 Poetyca

[robbinspoetry]

High Life

Looking to the night skyLooking at the billion starsLooking at the smiling moonOh the beauty of it all The weather is getting warmerSummer will soon be hereAs we stare at one anotherWishing we could turn the clocks backWishing we could be youthful again Yet everything is okay right nowEveryone has those dreamsTo change an event to make things differentWhat could have been what may have beenNo…

[mentalhealthsupportcommunity]

Jans writings

anonmousClouds Look at all the clouds in the skyLook at how slowly they moveNow think of your lifeOf how long you’ve been aliveOf all the clouds that have passed byHow do the clouds move so slowBut life moves so fastTry to imagine all of the cloudsThe clouds that were once thereBut they are gone foreverJust like the time you spentLooking up at the clouds

[churchsofa]

Away In A Manger: Socially Distanced Version

Away In A Manger: Socially Distanced Version

What if. What if Away In A Manger was written in 2020? Or at least… was written for a Nativity that happened during a socially distanced age? Would it read something like this? Step away from the mangerBack away from the bedWhere The little Lord JesusLays down His sweet head The stars in the skyLook down from far up highThe little Lord JesusAsleep in his bubble I love Thee, Lord JesusLook…

[charmedchaos12]

#Haiku: Crows black crows on stone crossgazing up at pebble grey skylooking for raindrops

[marcosoropoet]

Subtextual

1~ With a curious reluctanct endearment I push open the old mossy stone door once more, more so, its creaks razor sharp, its groans prolonged, and even if you might chance upon my being away on furlough, which begs the question... yet, still, I bid you come along enter since I am alone, tonight, and all I think of is you. the interface efficient, see if there's anything...again as it is always; to see if there's anything, again. something electric and vast. something that is from day to night to day... something brilliantly bright Still, I must cover myself from the brightness of day, and I am not ashamed. Those people laughing outside sound like hyenas post modulation. If I were from your earth, hype would arouse and excite me maybe (it is so often manufactured & crafted so irresistibly)... even ciphered anomalous flarfy glitches or black spidery realizations frozen in mid-scream my feet don't feel as though they are touching and treading ground. searingly clear & hyper-real floating Hey! Hey! (waving) I see somebody- (running up to them)— Hey! I see someone walking towards me across the street, but in my dream, the clumps of greyish snow don't allow me to see how they are (((walking)))...hard to record my found footage audio and video.shit!!! movie buzz is chainsaws love human flesh ~ 2~ mysterious more glancing out the car window the burning needle embroidering curtains of cloud-mystifying infinite violet and red radio tableaux, a tactile postmodern nostalgic melancholy.... affixing associatives in rampant aggregate slowness; flashing known images of fields, houses, rusted fixtures, patinaed a bright orange red-brown, horses, & certain deep periwinkle blue wildflowers she really likes... in my private self I lose the center of this piece and plunge, more into the fingerprints fetching a face, myself, I see you. that I am here. a punchyouface tongue-out in the funhouse restrained endless cloistered chasm trauma loop I penetrated through damaged fake tongue warning, our glass galaxy, is after all, suspended awash in opal blue, an oceanic wave of time is sweetly scrawled: because it must do with time. 3~ navigated by the black-cloud rope smoke of inertia & cold slanting rain pummeling under sound pounding studio bootleg basement lichen leavening every square inch of air awestruck with violet reversal, we looked horrified brain crazy. all the while the aroma of desert sage, outdoor coffees and our blue sky is never the same again you know you... frozen still burning quantum dreaminess, inside the black hole, light blue-grey microcosm ruse of identity melting frog candy, causal spinning eyes almost deeper now. no it's a red splatter handprint of smoke darkening room spacestealing nihilistic distorted space erasure gutted black caricature inert everything offends and our blue-grey microcosm ruse of inertia & movie buzzing endless timestamped outtakes; rain pummeling under sound pounding studio bootleg basement rhythm & blues hmmmmmmmmmmmm... harmonica: an imparted sharp musical squeal fell to the glass floor cracking in quickly fissuring musical inches of bubbling silver flash guitar wailing hard...itsa gotsa wail hard chil' (((Twang))) itsa gonsta wail so hard chil' ev'ry night and day (((Twang-a Twang Twang))) I sed, heh (((Atwang-a Twang Twang)))...Wwwelll... 4~ navigated by the black hole, light blue sky is never the same again you know you... frozen still burning inert everything offends and is confusing every square inch of air awestruck with tricky quantum reversal mindbend episode triggers blooming we looked Horrified Brain Crazy. all the while the aroma of ice blue desert sage, outdoor black coffees every square electric inch of raw air grimace— Hardcore Serious Animal Real serial repeated ditching Sequences when I move my hand beyond the light The sky the sharpest expert royal blue, chalk-white-bark. Rose-red threads weave dreams of Blustering Roses under Blue-Black Skies. Fingerprints fetch a face, mystifyingly filed in with the letters X&Z, "I was jus' goin' down tha street...heh, did you jus' mutt'r: "ramshackle derelic', you suppose, inside trash industrial chain link fake funk tongue warning out through damaged electronic faked out tongue "tutti-frutti" baby babeh...sound pounding out the center of this piece's fingerprints really gettin' down tuhnite babeh?! "I sho' enuf did...babeh! "whew! fetched me a face, myself (I lose) (I like) the black-cloud chasm trauma Looked Horrified by the Presence of Air Awestruck Twice in the Frozen Half of yesterday overlapping superimposing quietly with minimal embellishment. The morphing stand-alone Center of Inert-Everything Feral Chasm Trauma dormant looked horrified brain crazy in The Center of a Fresh Gelatinous Engineered Peach...glowing bright, Lime Yellow Lava Projected Blobs melting one into the other in citrus and cinnamon associative scents...synthetic dark patchouli notes~ —in the back: the band's waiting, twitching, rustling around edgily rumbling, banging about; a cymbal clashes and everyone registers the unique sound: their muffled pranks continue to keep themselves cracking up so badly— geeks re-recording the faux equivalent of dated found filler footage super8mm reductive spotlight trash b-roll fantasy knockout...drums pound and roll hard, cymbals clash, band members filmed yawning on silvery scratched up film...looking wildly blank, dressed weird on purpose, sitting in a chair, red and green brocade...sensational auteur angles...superimposed out of frame constant quirky jump cuts in a jerky slow motion— urns of inertia & rain pummeling navigating the serpentine candle-lit old-brick-passages and*time portals*> >>> > >>> >>> >>> >>>] the needle burning the LP deep past midnight baby soft background scratches and easy funk vibes playin' slow... far deep-red basement cloister black and white art deco textiles, stepping inside the trauma loop pattern I penetrated, tossed inside trash industrial cinema churning, suffused in streaming bluecloud fingerprints fetch a face, inside industrial trash cinema churning, the conversation...the recording. In my private self I lose the car window's identity.mystifying, shaping emptily, basement chairs of faked tongue warning spread out vastly, magenta clouds, pink moons, and a green rope smoke of flame and licking fire, makes the whole skylook green chalk white mottled bark beyond the light microcosm grey-blue light quantum ore skips time burning still frozen smoldering deep grey-moss ruse of rubber spider legs identity melting, causal spinning eyes almost deep splatter handprint of smoke darkening room spacestealing nihilistic distorted space erasure gutted black caricature hardcore serious real serial electric implements, repeatedly ditched the trophies, skipped the noir and hard-boil egg-peeled the victims, one by one "momma-momma, this is whin thuh program starts up, showin' yuh all thoze pitchers of thuh serial killahs strikin' ag'in and ag'in in a weirt circl' were thuh camera slowly zooms out tah revill from direc'ly ovahhead one of 'em momma, insahd anothuh large circl' of all kindsa weaponry...lookit fur yerself momma...see? 5~ sequences are stilled when I move my eyes beyond the light of the venetian blinds, and complancies of lilac valances... (the wind outside howls through the slanting rain). it's always been a miasmic isolated place... grey, dank, overgrown with burbling albino moss... and a rare and very deep-violet lichen. 6~ I Sn-nuuuck*- - - through the/hee-hee-hee/house HaLLWays to the LaUnDrysome clothes done...clotheschangecolor .but they chanGeUPchange t he t he...eeeeethecolor clothes of clothes negativo to the "neGative" négatif of the O/riginal ColOr…no bot 2///bot3-x-x-x pod cast install bot 4: synthesizing other annoyed bots and aberrant rogue algorithms. "mamA MAma MAmewww oOoO HURREeEe I think up hurry it's those _S-SErial KillaHS down dowNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNstairs DOWn...thuh...B-B-block :LIVE alien tunnel collapse horror[FILm/ed pure filmic inversion filmed Livestream accessible: entry portals close in 5 earth or increments|..../*/*/* |repeat : audio is still sideways\ again-0-no/…\t00—Trying hardto regain the-camera Again. noise/sounds lik|e plain staticXXX}]}]}]fweepooowha-wheee ---interference c*r*a*c*k*l*in*g/ there unidentifiable. Heavy static, beeps, and clicks...we are proceeding—I REPEAT we are proceeding—Lock it the fuck down NOW and bounce! Radio...banging noises...repeated thuds, garbled audio/an indistinct scream, but a clearly sequenced human scream from next door, listen for it when the tape is run back. Very loud—yikes! I think it's that guy with the hat and flimsy raincoat. 7~ Lightflash pinball machine arcades are an ambient and surprising ethos of cheap hyper bright jewel tone lights, many mirrors re-reflecting low art in other mirrors, projected radiant phases of the resonating stadium roar were pure human-machine. For forgive for interrupt inter attention ACTION cycle breakthrough exchange cycling down. I am the machine, and myself we beg rest...just the pittance of a few nano seconds & infinity are virtually interchangeable...please I need to re-up, to get well: you might complex : compress : comprehend|:| you probably may not even see but I must shut down now:/command.> override to optional personalized AI thought interface access5access4access3access2access 1access- - / |---------------------------------- ----- * Utter Quintessential granted key-trace ///-...enter code signal * ///code: : : crackling smoky synapses trailing electrical eclectic thought, lightning... tv program black-out: energy matrix, excursus scrutinized: Carnival bumper cars trail ceiling sparks gloriously arcing a piercing blue spray of cascading fire & silver smoke sputtering and spraying flashes of bright blue dotted iterations of light rawly all over our heads— that smelt so burnt-up & good. ~ Marcos Oro

[lightingkira-blog]

같은 하늘 같은 시간 같은 곳에서 이젠 다른 사랑 다른 사람 만나고 있겠죠 . . . Under the same sky, at the same time, At the same place but different fate 😢 welcome to indonesia chim 💙 . . . #songs #songquotes #quotes #quotesoftheday #daily #dailyupdate #dailylook #ioi #welcometoindonesiabts #sky #skylook #데일리룩 #파스텔타임 #미니메이드 #like4like (at Indonesia)

[rashzzphotos-blog]

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