Red neck ropers

The roper had a loop around his neck, all right, and it was knotted in a way that the ... the colt's neck, she hit the end of the rope at a dead run and up-ended Red Neck.....

Vincent's back

The hummingbirds are nestled upon the nests....in nests.. While he spoke his eyes flashed their messages to his brain. Yes, it was Vincent but a different Vincent they named their son Vincent.... 

Café de la Gare
Arles, France

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On 7 May 1889, Vincent took a room at the Café de la Gare on Place Lamartine at a rate of one franc per night. He had recently begun using the Yellow House as a studio. Though Vincent became friendly with the café’s owners, Joseph and Marie Ginoux, it did not stop him from arguing with them over his belief that he was paying too much:

“I’d given a piece of my mind to the said lodging-house keeper, who isn’t a bad man after all, and I’d told him that to get my own back on him for having paid him so much money for nothing, I’d paint his whole filthy old place as a way of getting my money back.” Read the complete letter

And so Vincent spent three nights amid the “night owls”, painting The Night Café. He used the complementary colours of red and green in an effort to represent “the terrible human passions”. In the painting, Joseph Ginoux can be seen standing beside the billiard table, wearing white. Paul Gauguin, who came to stay with Vincent at the Yellow House in mid-October, also painted the café. His version shows Marie Ginoux sitting at a table in the foreground.

Vincent and Gauguin regarded Marie Ginoux, with her dark hair and local dress, as a true Arlésienne, and they both painted her portrait. When Vincent was in the asylum in Saint-Rémy, he did so several times, working from a drawing of Gauguin’s.

When Vincent left Arles for Saint-Rémy on 8 May, he stored the furniture from the Yellow House at the Café de la Gare. During his stay in the asylum, he visited the Ginouxs twice and also wrote to them.

,Vincent van Gogh is a symbol for the eternal problem with mankind: his questing for the meaning of life and the truth. In the course of his life everybody discovers life has no meaning, difference works up hatred and the truth has several versions.he just kidding himself. studio,

Ghost House

The building is surrounded by a fence with signs warning that trespassers will be prosecuted, but that hasn't stopped people whose curiosity gets the better of them.
Take a look inside the 3-story abandoned building in the middle of Cha Am

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เขาได้ใชัเวลากว่าหัานาทีเพื่อชักชวนเธอเข้ไปในบัาน...เหตุการณ์ ต่อจากนั้นมันถูกจดจำและบอกต่อกันมาจนกระทั่งมึคนสร้างภาพยนตร์ได้มาพานพบหนังสือเล่มนั้นอันเป็นที่มาของการมาคันพบเรื่องราวน่าสพรึงกลัวขนหัวลุกภายในห้องสมุด..

The building is surrounded by a fence with signs warning that trespassers will be prosecuted, but that hasn't stopped people whose curiosity gets the better of them.

Take a look inside the 3-story abandoned building in the middle of Bangkok.

This is both good news and maybe bad news. It's good in the sense that may be they "Thon's Genesis" will actually attempt to do something gangsters did not do: update  featuring and make it.....Initially, If I were to intended to be a replacement for ford deluxe sedan in my comics. The charactors then evolved into a figure that could also work for the  community. For you could be a figure that can be used for more demanding 3D comics that desire detail and realism, mostly in sedan's anatomical detail.

The Lonely One by Dave Mason

Well, I wouldn’t have a date with the blues, if I could only find the words

Thong D Nontasut

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The story and a comics..it's a night where the lonely man accidentally has a date and the man at the back seat said: "I would shot my lung out if I have this song in my mind".

“Don’t talk about it. Just forget it, it’s all right now.”

            “But I want to talk about it,” Vincent (He) insist gently, “Perhaps, if I do I ‘ll stop thinking about it. It wasn’t the exclusion that was hard, it was the proximity of mad men. Some of them awoke at night with terrible cries. At time I felt I was crazy…”

            Something inside him seem to have unlocked the floodgates of speech. In a torrent of words he told Henri about his life in Arles, the hours spent in the fields under the broiling sun, painting with a frenzy that grew into a sort of madness and the staggering walk back to town at sunset over dusty country roads, his easel strapped on his back, the still wet canvas on his hand. Then Gaugan’s long-awaited had arrived with the trip together at Avignon and then back at Arles the first quarrels,

   In December, Gauguin painted a portrait of van Gogh painting a sunflower bouquet, reflecting his sympathy with van Gogh’s endeavors, but whenever he raised the topic of departure, van Gogh would become agitated.

According to Gauguin's account, on the evening of December 23, 1888, van Gogh confronted him with a razor, demanding to know if he intended to leave Arles. Gauguin's confirmation further upset van Gogh,, the argument degenerating into bawls. Gauguin who turned and fled. Disturbed by his companion's irrational behavior, spent the night in a hotel. So they went together at the Café de’ la Gare to reconcile in absinth’s glasses, and the evening at the brothel. Never any word nobody has ever told who ever cares for less than their friendship had flung out a glass of au burgundy onto Gaugan’s face. Van Gogh only drank absinth liquor no burgundy and the awkward pity of the whores. Finally the crack up. No one but him hears cymbals crashing up over his skull that had swirled, he shook his eyes didn’t believe on what had happen, the circumstance so come se come ca and rampaged over the glass au burgundy. He has been bitten in the left ear and it dangling over the pool of blood. His own blood drew the temporary madness. Rachel to whom he thought of and he kept the dangling conversation off and on during wrap and unwrap…. "Last Sunday night at half past eleven a painter named Vincent Vangogh, appeared at the maison de tolérance, asked for a girl called Rachel, and handed her ... his ear with these words: 'Keep this object like a treasure.' Then he disappeared. then again covered the thing with the newspaper May 5, 2009 - According to a new book, the painter Vincent van Gogh did not slice off his left ear in a fit of madness and drunkenness in Arles in December 1888. His ear was severed by a bitten row of teeth wielded by his friend, the painter, Paul Gauguin, in a drunken row over a woman called Rachel and the true nature of art. dated the twenty-third of December 1988. Then on the occasion of rampage, he ran to her with the designated gift in his hand. She collapsed their right on the couch while they played Chopin’s nocturne…the last nocturne. The following morning when Gauguin returned to the Yellow House, he was shocked to find it spattered with blood. Taken into custody by the police for interrogation, he discovered that van Gogh had returned home after their confrontation and mutilated his left ear. Bleeding profusely, he went to a brothel and was then taken to a hospital. Upon release from the authorities, Gauguin telegraphed Theo, who arrived on the next morning's train. 
 He collapse on the floor after return to the hotel Auvers sur Oise where he was lodgings. He was silent for a moment, “I feels fine,” Vincent said in a toneless voice. He sat down. “It’s good to see you again, Henri. I arrived yesterday and spent the day with Theo and Johanna”.

….In a torrent of words he told Henri about his life in Arles: the hours spent in the fields under the hot sun, painting the fields with yellowish shades….

....Le salon de billard

Dom Pérignon (wine)

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For the monk, see Dom Pérignon (monk).

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Dom Pérignon (/ˌdɒmpɛrɪˈnjɒn/; French pronunciation: ​[dɔ̃peʁiɲɔ̃]) is a brand of vintage Champagne produced by the Champagne house Moët & Chandon and serves as that house's prestige champagne. It is named after Dom Pérignon, aBenedictine monk who was an important quality pioneer for Champagne wine but who, contrary to popular myths, did not discover the champagne method for makingsparkling wines.

History

Dom Pérignon (1638–1715) was a monk and cellar master at the Benedictine abbey in Hautvillers. He pioneered a number of winemaking techniques around 1670—being the first to blend grapes in such a way as to improve the quality of wines, balance one element with another in order to make a better whole, and deal with a number of their imperfections; perfecting the art of producing clear white wines from black grapes by clever manipulation of the presses; enhancing the tendency of Champagne wines to retain their natural sugar in order to naturally induce secondary fermentation in the Spring; being a master at deciding when to bottle these wines in order to capture the bubble. He also introduced corks (instead of wood), which were fastened to bottles with hemp string soaked in oil in order to keep the wines fresh and sparkling, and used thicker glass in order to strengthen the bottles (which were prone to explode at that time). The development of sparkling wines as the main style of production in Champagne occurred progressively in the 19th century, more than a century after Dom Pérignon's death.

Dom Pierre Pérignon, aBenedictine monk

Dom Pérignon was the first prestige cuvée Champagne introduced, an idea proposed by Englishman Laurence Venn.The first vintage of Dom Pérignon was 1921 and was only released for sale in 1936, sailing to New York in the liner Normandie.^[4] The brand, not exploited, was given by Champagne Mercier to Moët in 1927 for a wedding between the two families.

Bottle of Dom Pérignon

The first buyers of Dom Pérignon 1921 were 150 customers of Simon Bros. & Co., the company that imported Moët in the United Kingdom, which ordered the first 300 bottles. The wine got immediate attention in the marketplace and 100 boxes were shipped to the United States shortly thereafter. James Buchanan Duke, the billionaire who had founded the American Tobacco Company, ordered 100 bottles for himself. The 17 bottles sold at an auction in Christie's in New York City in June 2004 were part of that order (Doris Duke, the billionaire’s daughter, had kept them in her cellar). According to current Dom Pérignon cellar master Richard Geoffroy (2012), who has been Chef de Cave for Dom Pérignon since 1990, the 1921 vintage had a "distinctive bouquet comprising sandalwood,vanilla and praline".

Until the 1943 vintage, Dom Pérignon was produced from regular vintage Moët & Chandon Champagne that was transferred to the special 18th century-style bottles after extended cellaring. It was, thus, effectively an "oenothèque" release of Moët & Chandon Vintage Champagne in a different bottle. From the 1947 vintage, Dom Pérignon has been produced separately from the start.

In 1971, the Shah of Iran ordered several bottles of the first vintage of Dom Pérignon Rosé (the 1959) for the 2,500 year celebration of the Persian Empire. A bottle of that champagne, from that order, was sold at auction for €24,758 in 2008.

In 1981, Dom Pérignon was chosen for the wedding of Lady Diana Spencer and Prince Charles. The magnums of Dom Pérignon Vintage 1961 served on that July 29 carried a special insignia created just for the ceremony

The manufacturing process involves several distillations which are then blended.

The same company also produces "B & B" (or Bénédictine and Brandy), which is Bénédictine diluted with brandy, making it less sweet than Bénédictine. B & B was developed in the 1930s when consumers began a trend of mixing Bénédictine with brandy to produce a drier taste. Both Bénédictine and B&B are 40% alcohol (80 proof) by volume. Until recently, both Bénédictine and B & B were 43% alcohol (86 proof). In 1977, the company introduced a 60 proof (30% alcohol) coffee liqueur, Café Bénédictine, a blend of Bénédictine and a coffee-flavoured liqueur, however, Café Bénédictine is no longer produced or available. Additionally, the company produces a Bénédictine Single Cask. Bénédictine Single Cask comes in a unique black bottle and is only available at the Palais de la Bénédictine's store in Fécamp, Normandy, France.

Thon Nontaz originally chose to write a brief orchestral prelude instead of a full overture for the opera. He then composed an overture of the "Pourquoi Je t'aime tellement?" variety to replace the original prelude. However, in the end he decided not to have the overture performed because of its—his own words—"pretentious insipidity". 

.................Dear Santa

...........you were asking me for

"Harry watched with terror and elation as Molly Weasley's wand slashed and twisted, and Bellatrix Lestrange's smile faltered and became a snarl. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around the witches' feet became hot and cracked; both women were fighting to kill."

        Ihis duel was fought between Molly Weasley and Bellatrix Lestrange, taking place in the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle after the hour-long halt during the Battle of Hogwarts. Molly Weasley, the matriarch of the Weasley family, and Bellatrix Lestrange, one of Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters and described as his last, best lieutenant, engaged in the duel after the latter nearly killed Molly's daughter, iGnny.

...Ater Molly cast a well-aimed lethal spell at Bellatrix, she toppled lifeless to the ground, making Voldemort scream in fury and point his wand at Mrs Weasley. Harry Potter cast a Shield Charm between the two of them, thus revealling himself and setting the stage for the duel that ended the Second Wizarding War.

He felt Voldemort before he saw him. Looking sideways, he stared into the red eyes and was sure they would be the last thing he ever saw: Voldemort preparing to curse him once more ;
 

...that you were a..
"Limbo" is a state of being that exists between life and death. Its appearance is different for each person who visits it. Some iLmbo experiences involve loved ones or acquaintances Harry Potter: "Where are we, exactly?" Albus Dumbledore: "Well, I was going to ask you that. Where would you say that we are?" Harry Potter: "It looks like King's Cross station. Except a lot cleaner and empty, and there are no trains as far as I can see." — Harry Potter finds himself in imagining Lmbo

.............H...FOR HARRY

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And then Voldemort vanished. Harry looked down and saw Hagrid spread-eagled on the ground below him. He pulled hard at the handlebars to avoid hitting him, groped for the brake, but with an earsplitting, ground trembling crash, he smashed into a muddy pond. 

Chapter Two In Memorandum Harry was bleeding. Clutching his right hand in his left and swearing under his breath, he shouldered open his bedroom door. There was a crunch of breaking china. He had trodden on a cup of cold tea that had been sitting on the floor outside his bedroom door. "What the --?" He looked around, the landing of number four, Privet Drive, was deserted. Possibly the cup of tea was Dudley's idea of a clever booby trap. Keeping his bleeding hand elevated, Harry scraped the fragments of cup together with the other hand and threw them into the already crammed bin just visible inside his bedroom door. Then he tramped across to the bathroom to run his finger under the tap. It was stupid, pointless, irritating beyond belief that he still had four days left of being unable to perform magic…but he had to admit to himself that this jagged cut in his finger would have defeated him. He had never learned how to repair wounds, and now he came to think of it – particularly in light of his immediate plans – this seemed a serious flaw in his magical education. Making a mental note to ask Hermione how it was done, he used a large wad of toilet paper to mop up as much of the tea as he could before returning to his bedroom and slamming the door behind him.

As the pain from Harry's scar forced his eyes shut, his wand acted of its own accord. He felt it drag his hand around like some great magnet, saw a spurt of golden fire through his half-closed eyelids, heard a crack and a scream of fury. The remaining Death Eater yelled; Voldemort screamed, "NO!" Somehow, Harry found his nose an inch from the dragon-fire button. He punched it with his wand-free hand and the bike shot more flames into the air, hurtling straight toward the ground.

"Hagrid!" Harry called, holding on to the DRAGON bike for dear life. "Hagrid – Accio Hagrid!"

The motorbike sped up, sucked towards the earth. Face level with the handlebars, Harry could see nothing but distant lights growing nearer and nearer: He was going to crash and there was nothing he could do about it. Behind him came another scream, "Your wand, Selwyn, give me your wand!"

Richard Clayderman - Invisible love ........Dumbledore

Ridiculous. Dumbledore needed the Dursleys a lot more than they needed him. If he would have tried to intimidate them or request that they treat him equally with Dudley they would have refused to ever take him in in the first place. They would have kicked him out, and for Lily's love to work the Dursleys had to be willing to take Harry in. Show me a quote where it says Harry went days without eating. I do agree that Harry was abused. He definitely was mistreated, but I believe that Dumbledore didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their willingness to let Harry live there. As for Sirius, his situation was the same no matter what safe house he went to. He was angry that he wasn't able to help, and anywhere he would have stayed he wouldn't have been able to do much good. Also ridiculous that you think Snape had no noble intentions. What is the point of him saving Draco by killing Dumbledore? He could have easily refused Dumbledore's request to kill him. He gave Harry the sword of Gryffindor. Why give Harry his memories if he had no good intentions? The worst thing Snape did was unknowingly betray Lily and James to Voldemort, something he will never forgive himself for. Unless I am mistaken, you consider a week's worth of detentions equal to child abuse? Somewhat noble? He wasn't able to defeat Voldemort and had to bestow the task on Harry because HE WAS THE CHOSEN ONE. No one else can defeat him, and Ron and Hermione wished to help. Neither one of them died. The children who did die did so because they were following a cause THEY believed in, not because Dumbledore forced them to. You make their deaths sound like some sort of obligation they had to Dumbledore. No one said, "I'm going to fight this war because Dumbledore asked me to."

Pierwszy raz usłyszałam Clayderman i od tego momentu zauroczenie jego interpretacjami trwa do dzisiaj cieszę się że mogę słuchać tej muzyki aż do upojenia! sua sua!!..

,,I who don't know me, or what I am?