c&c - "you ain't nothin' but a vulture"

Personally I would have shot the grain speed at a lower aperture for ultimate sharpness of focus and enhance vulturistic ideals conveyed in this fine colored B&W art.
 
Personally I would have shot the grain speed at a lower aperture for ultimate sharpness of focus and enhance vulturistic ideals conveyed in this fine colored B&W art.

I couldn't because I'm above adjustments, thats why I use a fixed everything camera to showcase my vulturistic skills of grain and black and white coloration skills that encompass all emotions of death bringing.
 
The only reason I clicked on this was for the Deuces quote title.

Anyone can speak bird, all they say is: feed me. :)

Bye!
 
Far in the cradling sky,
Dawn opes his baby eye,
Then I awake and cry,
Woe is me, MattxMosh

Morn, the young hunter gay,
Chases the shadows gray,
Then I go forth and say,
Woe is me, MattxMosh


Noon! drunk with oil and wine,
Tho' not a grief is thine,
Yet shalt thou shake with mine!
Woe is me, MattxMosh
 
Far in the cradling sky,
Dawn opes his baby eye,
Then I awake and cry,
Woe is me, MattxMosh

Morn, the young hunter gay,
Chases the shadows gray,
Then I go forth and say,
Woe is me, MattxMosh


Noon! drunk with oil and wine,
Tho' not a grief is thine,
Yet shalt thou shake with mine!
Woe is me, MattxMosh

What did you say about my mother?
 
Far in the cradling sky,
Dawn opes his baby eye,
Then I awake and cry,
Woe is me, MattxMosh

Morn, the young hunter gay,
Chases the shadows gray,
Then I go forth and say,
Woe is me, MattxMosh


Noon! drunk with oil and wine,
Tho' not a grief is thine,
Yet shalt thou shake with mine!
Woe is me, MattxMosh

What did you say about my mother?

She passed her angst onto you, I guess.
 
Far in the cradling sky,
Dawn opes his baby eye,
Then I awake and cry,
Woe is me, MattxMosh

Morn, the young hunter gay,
Chases the shadows gray,
Then I go forth and say,
Woe is me, MattxMosh


Noon! drunk with oil and wine,
Tho' not a grief is thine,
Yet shalt thou shake with mine!
Woe is me, MattxMosh

What did you say about my mother?

She passed her angst onto you, I guess.

How do I get it off?
 
Far in the cradling sky,
Dawn opes his baby eye,
Then I awake and cry,
Woe is me, MattxMosh

Morn, the young hunter gay,
Chases the shadows gray,
Then I go forth and say,
Woe is me, MattxMosh


Noon! drunk with oil and wine,
Tho' not a grief is thine,
Yet shalt thou shake with mine!
Woe is me, MattxMosh
This is soooo hot!!
 
Far in the cradling sky,
Dawn opes his baby eye,
Then I awake and cry,
Woe is me, MattxMosh

Morn, the young hunter gay,
Chases the shadows gray,
Then I go forth and say,
Woe is me, MattxMosh


Noon! drunk with oil and wine,
Tho' not a grief is thine,
Yet shalt thou shake with mine!
Woe is me, MattxMosh
This is soooo hot!!

That's also what she said.


Wait, is this still about my mom, or am I still kicking dead vultures in black and white?
 
Where am I?

Not in IRC naked discussing dead vulture birds in an artful manner to further our understanding of thats what she said about black and white in color three rules.

THATS FOR SURE.

Fing IRC doesn't like me.....I'll be there soon!!

I love birds!:drool:
 

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