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I once read somewhere (ManaBuzz ?) something about "The Empty Chair Politics" and found the idea was stunning.

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If pictures could talk :

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~the last chair is the emptyerest.
The Scarlet Rhus

lol was brice deleted?

I wouldn't be surprised. I would not recommend using the MB word here. It will most likely get you in trouble. ;p

You can either surf, or you can fight!

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• If I say its safe to surf this beach, then its safe to surf this beach!
  I mean, I'm not afraid to surf this place, I'll surf this whole Duck place!

But who has dared to do this to me ?

... I mean ... WHY ?

~ God damn it ... BWTF ???

I love you.

For specific reasons THAT chair is important to me :

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~ Yep, just like ... a throne ... damn-it !

That chair looks so lonely. *tears*

I don't get it.

The Chairs alone just like everyone in this world. every man for himself every chair for themselves =D

i like the first set of picture. my dad would look it too cause he's a photographer.

i like the one with the lonely guy sitting in the dark.



Regards,

personally, I DONT LIKE politics. fact is we cant live without it either.
we need to check if it's constructive or destructive.

Reminds me of a Kenny Chesney Song. Well worth the listen.

http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=125 ... Blue+Chair

Old Blue Chair

There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth
With the help of the winds
It seems to always be there, like an old trusted friend

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares to the way that I see it
To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue chair

From that chair I've caught a few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail in and out of cinnamon bay
I let go of a lover that took a piece of my heart
Prayed many times for forgiveness and a brand new start

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares to the way that I see it
To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue chair

That chair was my bed one New Year's night
When I passed out from too much Cruzan and diet
And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites
I swear, got em all sitting right there
In that old blue chair

There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands