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TOOL-Parabola
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Alive, I
In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal.
all this pain is an illusion.
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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angely
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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made of yayostyle. yayo a.k.a absurd
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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by yayo a.k.a absurd
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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YAYO A.K.A ABSURD
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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bilmem!!??
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aslinda hep varoldu, aslinda hic varolmadi. boslukta boslugu farketti????
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my color style. by yayo
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yayo style!!!
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by yayo
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by yayo ankara/turkey
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by yayo
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by yayo
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by yayo
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by yayo
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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yayo a.k.a absurd
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symbolic tribal
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symbolic
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old jokie
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by yayo
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free hand
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bio-tribal
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free-hand tribal
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my to hit off
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by yayo
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turkish power! by yayo alive tattoo shop and alive tattoo house.
(7 images)
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yavuz-turkink
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by yayo
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mushroom trip.
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yavuz
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women
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flame
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my dark style.
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dark jokie.
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tiny honey:) by yayo
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to hit off.
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yayo symbolic style.
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color style. dark and red cards.
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REALISTIC style. by yayo
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my color style.by yayo
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neon tribal and violet tribal. by yayo.
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my symbolic style. body style by yayo.
(1 image)
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my color pow. color dracula
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white rabbit.time is money. by yayo
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my color style. dragonly symbol. by turkink yayo
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my cartoon spider. by yayo
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symbol
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realy
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celtic by yayo
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bfly
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NOTHING...
TOOL-Laterus
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going...
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 Comments on This Gallery Page
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hi
Thanks man for comment.
Now I looking your gallery,its very good works!
Max
» Posted by
MAXCorleone
on 7/18/2008 1:32:14 PM.
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yorumun icin tesekkur ederim Yayo..! calismalarinin ve basarilarinin devamini dilerim...
» Posted by
Bertytat2
on 8/1/2008 8:08:22 AM.
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