Invisible Bug

Travelling winding roads.

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zodiacchic:

ZODIACCHIC GIVEAWAY!

My second giveaway is here! This time around I am giving away a Zodiac pocket watch necklace. The necklace displays the symbols of all the zodiac signs and then opens up to show a working clock. 

Rules & Regulations:

On October 26th a winner will be randomly chosen using RANDOM.ORG. Winners will be notified via ask-box by the URL zodiacchic-answers. If I receive no reply within 48 hours an alternate winner will be chosen. Once winner is chosen that person will have to give me full name, address, and e-mail. Good luck!

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pusheen:

GIVEAWAY TIME!

PRIZE:
1 Fancy Pusheen T-shirt + 1 Pusheen necklace (winner can choose from the available men’s & women’s sizes) 
HOW TO ENTER:
Reblog & like this post.
RULES:
- You may only reblog & like once.
- If you do not have an “ask” function or any contact info on your page, you must reblog with your email  address - you can’t win if we can’t contact you!
- Anyone, anywhere can enter (we ship world wide).
The winner will be chosen randomly on Friday the 25th!

Ceruleanbug at gmail.com

pusheen:

GIVEAWAY TIME!

PRIZE:

1 Fancy Pusheen T-shirt + 1 Pusheen necklace
(winner can choose from the available men’s & women’s sizes)

HOW TO ENTER:

Reblog & like this post.

RULES:

- You may only reblog & like once.

- If you do not have an “ask” function or any contact
info on your page, you must reblog with your email
address - you can’t win if we can’t contact you!

- Anyone, anywhere can enter (we ship world wide).

The winner will be chosen randomly on Friday the 25th!

Ceruleanbug at gmail.com

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This is a promo for a Norwegian television show that is a random assortment of celebrities singing (lip-syncing) “Let It Be”. It is amusing and confusing at the same time.

It brings up too many questions for me to even ask.

Filed under what video Let It Be

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Perfection Wasted

A poem by John Updike for your Sunday night.

Perfection Wasted

And another regrettable thing about death
is the ceasing of your own brand of magic,
which took a whole life to develop and market—
the quips, the witticisms, the slant
adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest
the lip of the stage, their soft faces blanched
in the footlight glow, their laughter close to tears,
their tears confused with their diamond earrings,
their warm pooled breath in and out with your heartbeat,
their response and your performance twinned.
The jokes over the phone. The memories packed
in the rapid-access file. The whole act.
Who will do it again? That’s it: no one;
imitators and descendants aren’t the same.

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