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lisamarie-vee · 3 months
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art-o-gant · 2 months
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lazarus---rising · 5 days
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i think about john obrien a normal amount . 👍
almost human , voltaire // richard siken // bohemian rhapsody , queen // mama , mcr // saint sebastian tended by the holy irene , nicolas régnier // mark z danielewski , house of leaves // another cog in the machine , the cog is dead // almost human , voltaire // bohemian rhapsody , queen // richard siken // [couldnt find title] , giovanni domenico cerrini // artificial heart , johnothan coulton // the green room pale , paul shapera // QUEEN FLY , alice schach
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itdohd · 2 years
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I wish for stars and sails, pipe dreams an fairytale, but atonement time has flown
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jaedoesart · 2 years
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Aaaand here's Radio Hour :D
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devilledeggz · 2 months
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new albion thoughts
okay, im currently listening to the new albion radio hour. im on song 6, the operation, and let me just ask does anyone else hear the tune of "in the movement" when john o'brien is singing "in the fire"? just kind of slowed? does anyone else hear that or am i just going insane???
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stalebagels · 4 months
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Edit: muted this monstrosity but if you're looking for the blank template it's on my blog and I'll tag this and it with "the stupid fucking shorts post" so you don't have to scroll through everything 💀😂 (I did not make the template btw, I don't know who the OP is but if you do please let me know)
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oublimsart · 5 months
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John O'Brien
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ukdamo · 5 months
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Josephine
John O'Brien
The presbytery has gone to pot since this house-keeper came; She's up-to-date and stylish; but the place is not the same Since Death's hard summons robbed me of the sterling old machine, That wore out in my service here - my faithful Josephine.
Poor Josephine, she knew me well - and, faith, she ought to know; For since the bishop sent me here, some thirty years ago, My one and only manager, my right-hand man she'd been; I never had a word against my trusted Josephine.
She pottered round the place herself for thirty years and more - This new one has a thuckeen now to sweep and mind the door And entertain with parish chat each gossiping voteen* She'd have no thuckeen near the place, would crabbed Josephine.
The tell me this one's up-to-date-too up-to-date for me; I tremble at her polished floors, and modern cookery, The old man finds the old ways best - old springs were twice as green - I've heard His Lordship praise the stews of clever Josephine.
My study was my sanctum once - a castle all my own - But this one with her natty ways can't leave the place alone. Her fingers ache to tidy up; and, when she's extra clean. I sit a stranger in my room and sigh for Josephine.
She says that table's "awful" and it drives her to despair; Perhaps it does, but method's in what seems confusion there - I know where every paper is, each book and magazine. That jumbled pile was sacred in the eyes of Josephine.
This new one hides my things away in pigeon-hole and drawer, And, faith, she does her job so well, they're lost for evermore. She'll have to learn to let things be as they have ever been - Just make the bed, and sweep the floor, the same as Josephine.
And yet no sthreel was Josephine, for quick was she to note My native country's colour coming gently through my coat; I teased her - said she ought to like the wearing of the green; She couldn't see a joke at all, poor, solemn Josephine.
She used to hide my battered hats; my old birettas, too, Just when I had them broken in, would disappear from view. I wondered where my wardrobe went, until by chance I'd seen A tramp in full pontificals subscribed by Josephine.
I mind the time the bishop came, one day in early spring We brought him round to see the school, and hear the children sing; Bedad, I was a toff that day; you'd think I was a dean, Or some commercial traveller - my thanks to Josephine.
My coat was pressed, "just like a swell's; the breeches that I wore Had creases in them fore and aft like new ones from the store. I smelt like some old motor-car, exuding kerosene; I noted, too, the furtive glance of anxious Josephine.
She watched His Lordship's portly form pass proudly o'er the mat, His Majesty the curate next, with gloves and shiny hat; I'd stuck an old biretta on, that better days had seen; She came and dragged it off my head-ah, wisha, Josephine!
It sometimes strikes me, now she's gone, she'd no drawbacks at all -. Her features just a shade severe, her age canonical, In fashions of her mother's day she trod her way serene, And wasteful ways of worldly dames disgusted Josephine.
She knew the place from back to front, she knew the parish through, And those who never went to Mass, and those who did, she knew; The hours arranged for this and that - she had the whole routine - And oftentimes to case a doubt I went to Josephine.
She thought I couldn't make mistakes, not even if I tried; She felt the Holy Ghost would send a mitre ere I died; She lay in wait for wagging tongues - and, faith, her own was keen; God help the one who dared complain in front of Josephine!
The people called her "curate," yes, and "bishop" too, I hear; They even called her "parish-priest" -i n disrespect, I fear. They told me that she'd "roon" the church - too long with me she'd been; But only death could give the sack to faithful Josephine.
Ah, soft and sweet be sleep to her who friendless trod her track Along the beaten road of life that knows no turning back. I marked the splendid Irish faith that met the closing scene, And heard the beat of angels' wings that came for Josephine.
She's in her lonely grave to-night beneath the Murray pines, And haply in their breeze-swept song a requiem divines: The people raised a little stone to keep her memory green, And handed to the winds and rain the name of Josephine.
How quickly have the days gone by! she's dead - now, let me see - She's dead twelve months: to-morrow is her anniversary: Now who's the Saint to-morrow? Ah, a semi - "Hedwig, Queen." I'll use the black-and may God rest the soul of Josephine!
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horse-apple-pie · 6 months
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so I made a few doodles,,
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mlclpuzzles · 7 months
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PZ415 - Galerie Monet
275 pieces; 18 x 24 inches
A softly painted depiction of a corner store on a bricked road in the early hours of evening. The buildings are all two-storied, primarily with apartments above storefronts at road level.
Artist: John O’Brien; Applejack Art Partners Company: Cobble Hill, ©2009 #: 625012543088
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lisamarie-vee · 2 months
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art-o-gant · 2 months
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kind of proud of this one ahjkdshnfcdf
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girl-drink-drunk · 3 months
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you would fuck that old man. i would fuck that old man. we are the same. hold my hand
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chalkbird · 1 year
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caleb widogast is easily the most character of all time. he's traumatized. he's autistic. he's bisexual. he's polyamorous. he's a ginger. he has a german accent. he does magic. he has a cat. his best friend is a mean lesbian that punches him a lot. he killed his parents. he looks like a hobo. he's new in town.
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Black Hills Redemption
June 21st - 23rd, 2024 In Deadwood, South Dakota
Updates:
02 MAR '24: Rob and Steve are the first guests formally announced on the BHR website.
06 MAR '24: Alex McKenna is on board!
07 MAR '24: Benjamin is ready to party!
10 MAR '24: Red Harlow himself, actor Robert Bogue, will once again join the gang!
11 MAR '24: Peter and Mick are joining the fun once again!
12 MAR '24: Another big update! Jim Santangeli, and for the very first time, Howard Pinhasik will join the rest of the gang at Deadwood.
13 MAR '24: Ms Grimshaw and Ms. Jackson will be meeting up with the rest of the gang!
15 MAR '24: Arthur's favorite father figure and the Spaghetti villain have joined the fun.
16 MAR '24: THE BOAH is coming to Deadwood!
18 MAR '24: The final two camp ladies will be at Deadwood!
23 MAR '24: Everyone's favorite Bandito is coming to Deadwood!
25 MAR '24: For the first time. Ms Molly herself, Penny O'Brien will be at the 2nd annual RDR Event! Also, photos have been rearranged to place the newest announcements on top.
30 MAR '24: The talent behind Agent Milton will be joining the rest of the gang at Deadwood!
21 APR '24: Sophia Marzocchi, the og Abigail Marston, will maker her first appearance at the 2nd annual Red Dead event!
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