A feed of vanrijngo's images and videos for this album Sun, 16 Dec 2007 19:17:38 MST http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l136/vanrijngo/starry%20starry%20%20night/?sort=ascending Wed, 2 Dec 2009 12:57:08 MST Photobucket feed generator en-us 60 http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l136/vanrijngo/starry%20starry%20%20night/?action=view&current=f_0612.jpg&sort=ascending vanrijngo <p><a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l136/vanrijngo/">vanrijngo</a> posted a photo</a></p><p><a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l136/vanrijngo/starry%20starry%20%20night/?action=view&current=f_0612.jpg&sort=ascending" title="f_0612.jpg"><img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l136/vanrijngo/starry%20starry%20%20night/th_f_0612.jpg" alt="f_0612.jpg" /></a><br>Sorry ass Starry Night - f_0612.jpg</p><p>As I look to the sky, in the dead of night, visualizing the sun on the other side, wondering will I see it many more times.... The sun rises as the sun sets, what beauty, their fiery lit and sometimes pink sky. The moon and stars light up this night sky, thin white-yellowish clouds lay over the hills. I believe I see myself,... lying,... dying, reaching,... reaching for the un-reachable, where the prosperous always builds. In my mind I see the art commune, close to my out-reaching hand. One that always was in my mind, only to destroy a friendship, with my artist friend Gauguin. There is a darkness to almost everything, one struggles to stay in the light. Yes,.. it is inevitable I shoot myself, to bring the attention of the world. I know my art will live on without me, just as I'm doomed to die in poverty. Will the doctors struggle and save my life, or possibly let the grim reaper take me away? the steeple is pointing at the bullet location, for the doctors to possibly find. The church,... the means,... my body,... including the doctors all wait in silence,.... of this starry sorry ass night.</p> http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l136/vanrijngo/starry%20starry%20%20night/f_0612.jpg Sorry ass Starry Night As I look to the sky, in the dead of night, visualizing the sun on the other side, wondering will I see it many more times.... The sun rises as the sun sets, what beauty, their fiery lit and sometimes pink sky. The moon and stars light up this night sky, thin white-yellowish clouds lay over the hills. I believe I see myself,... lying,... dying, reaching,... reaching for the un-reachable, where the prosperous always builds. In my mind I see the art commune, close to my out-reaching hand. One that always was in my mind, only to destroy a friendship, with my artist friend Gauguin. There is a darkness to almost everything, one struggles to stay in the light. Yes,.. it is inevitable I shoot myself, to bring the attention of the world. I know my art will live on without me, just as I'm doomed to die in poverty. Will the doctors struggle and save my life, or possibly let the grim reaper take me away? the steeple is pointing at the bullet location, for the doctors to possibly find. The church,... the means,... my body,... including the doctors all wait in silence,.... of this starry sorry ass night. Sun, 16 Dec 2007 19:17:38 MST