In āThe Queen of Versailles,ā Kristin Chenoweth Canāt Get Enough
Material excess can never be too excessive for the central character of this gilded Broadway musical, based on the 2012 film.
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The trend of slowing down and doing things at a more leisurely pace is not new to history. It has been in the past and we can see it today.
The slow living trend is not just about the way people live their lives, but also about how they consume products.
Slow living can be seen as a reaction to the fast-paced society that most of us live in today. By adopting this lifestyle, consumers are able to take back control of their lives and enjoy things at a slower pace.
Glistening streams silently fall,
Upon broken shards of suffering.
The glass shards pierce my fragile mind,
And blood drips down my quavering hands.
My cries are so silent but shrill,
Yet no one detects my misery.
I beg and plead for someoneās help,
But they all ignore my eerie sobs.
Nothing but the rain touches me;
It can only wash the blood away;
I will always feel this damned pain.
But I will mask it with some faƧade.
Donāt worry about me right now,
These tears will dry and Iāll be okay.
Itās just another mental fight,
And it will all end soon enough.
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I want to give you everything
Its you I want to hold
But how can I do this
When right now I feel so cold
I wonder if Iām wasting my time
On something that may not be
When all I want to show you
Is the whole me
I could tell you a million times
Just how great life could be
If only you can change your ways
For a survival of you and me
I could walk away right now
And always wonder why
My tears would be just like the snow
Frozen when I cry
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02
, genre: illustration, style: Surrealism, location: ParisFrance, period: First French period, gallery name: Staatsgalerie Stuttgart, Stuttgart, Germany, tags: allegories-and-symbols, children, completition: 1934.
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At This French Exhibition, Check Your Clothes at the Door
A museum in Marseille, France, has a show dedicated to the history of social nudity.
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Palestinian artists working in Gaza, or who escaped to other countries in the early days of the war, are organizing a new Gaza Biennale.
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I lost and was amazed
Of how you tricked my foolish heart.
Deceit and then betrayal
You kissed and left me, in the dark.
But did you know, precocious thief,
That truth may alter you
For the wisdom of choice
Goes far too deep
Than clever words untrue.
The quest you took, my dear defeat,
Will question in the end
How vain a soul must
Pain repeat
And on its bliss depend.
I laughed and walked among
Your precious lanes with fiery sparks,
But I felt it all along-
Youād kiss and leave me, in the dark.