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I created this piece for a wine festival in the ce
Tags: glass, art, wine
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. It is 8x8 displaying two wine glasses, a cork, and two bottles of wine in the background. The frame is silver with gold streaks throughout, this helps accentuates the purples and blues giving the piece a very
Tags: glass, art, stain glass, other,
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a drawing i had to do in a dark room of a bunch of bottles and stuff...drawing from observation is not my thing
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Brand new collection of precious lil' babies and toddlers with bottles,blocks and toy giraffes! Created in 300 dpi in jpeg and transparent png formats. Also includes: strollers,pacifiers,socks,safety
Tags: clipart, baby, cute, cute baby, lil giraffe, stroller, c
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Glasses, Knives & Bottles performed by Rebel Yell
Tags: Glasses, Knives
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A picture of a pop bottle in the grass.
Tags: Bottles
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An elaborate account of a late-night college party
is pleasure, Which will reign until the bottles are drained, And the climax of dawn lights the skies. Jeffrey Douglas DeCristofaro ¬ 2009
Tags: Jeffrey Douglas DeCristofaro © 2009, poetry, orgy,
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I worked from a photograph that I took in a friends barn, of some old bottles and license plates. The photo intrigued me because there was a reflection of an open door that showed through the middle
Tags: bottles. old, reflections, license plate, Alabama
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depression hits
Dear--, If you really look at it from a distance, you'll know i'm right. It's not my fault all those bottles of pills look so damn appealing and it's not my fault I don't really care
Tags: hmm, life
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A dark fantasy story, set in a bleak semi-futuisti
waist and twirled the sash into a loose knot. Her breasts were only slightly hidden now. She walked a little farther back, to a glass-topped table. A few bottles of Bonfire Rum, one of Raeliss
Tags: Short, Story
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My boyfriend's grandfather collects milk bottles and all sorts of antique bottles. This poem was inspired by two bottles that he gave me (as you can probably guess): a Mrs. Butterworth syrup bottle
bottle. They didn't share the same religion, they supported rival parties, they would end up with yellow, misshapen baby bottles for Christ's sake! How would he ever be able to explain
Tags: Poem, Poetry, Race
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