Ha i see what you did there…“hard times” 
Sung by the same elegant girl in the photo.
Good night, lovelies. 
I sell balloons for $1 each, or if you want them blown up it’s $1.20.
I’ve adjusted the price to allow for inflation.
Going to bed earlier today… nighties lovelies!
Also:
At dawn the telephone rings,
“Hello, Señor Bob? This is Ernesto, the caretaker at your country house.”
“Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?”
“Um, I am just calling to advise you, Señor Bob, that your parrot, she is dead”.
“My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?”
“Si, Señor, that’s the one.”
“Damn! That’s a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did she die from?”
“From eating the rotten meat, Señor Bob.”
“Rotten meat? Who the hell fed her rotten meat?”
“Nobody, Señor. She ate the meat of the dead horse.”
“Dead horse? What dead horse?”
“The thoroughbred, Señor Bob …”
“My prize thoroughbred is dead?”
“Yes, Señor Bob, he died from all that work pulling the water cart.”
“Are you insane? What water cart?”
“The one we used to put out the fire, Señor.”
“Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?”
“The one at your house, Señor! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire.”
“What the hell? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a candle?!”
“Yes, Señor Bob.”
“But there’s electricity at the house! What was the candle for?”
“For the funeral, Señor Bob”
“What bloody funeral??!!”
“Your wife’s, Señor Bob, after she had the heart attack”
“My wife had a heart attack? But she was perfectly when I left!”
“Oh yes Señor Bob. She was very upset after your son drowned at the lake”
“MY SON DROWNED!!?? HOW??”
“Well señor Bob, he tripped over and fell to the water while he was running”
“My son, running? He hated sports! Why was my son running?”
“Oh, he was afraid of me, Señor Bob.”
“Afraid of you?? What are you saying Ernesto?”
“Well Señor Bob, he was very scared after I shot your mother”
(SILENCE)
“You… you… you shot my mother?”
“Yes señor Bob, it was late at night and I thought she was a thief and…”
“My God Ernesto! Are you bloody insane?? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU???”
"Oh Señor Bob! Refrain yourself! She just was just an old parrot!!
The picture suggests me “Gateway” because of the chair, but the title obviously isn’t a single word. It could also be something about “Dune” (a Guild navigator maybe?) but then the title is also too long for a single word. Then there’s the God-like eye which suggests me of “The end of childhood” but I’m not sure, at least it would fit with the longer title.
So i’m going to google it. 
Edit: doh! I didn’t thought of it! 
the title is in my mother’s language so of course I know what it is.
also THIS F*CKING CARROT WITH LEGS WHAT THE F*CK
You did, its a book from the series so you was right.
Also nobody really knows what it had to depict. The strange dinguses on sides are probably to make it more eyecatching.
Wel, I kind of had the image of the Navigators being worm-like and unable to move on their own, based on the film, but I’m not sure if Herbert ever described them (and I read the book like 30 year ago). The human face and arms on that cover are just freakish but knowing it’s about Dune, the blue eye makes sense.
Good night, lovelies.
The last one is scary! 
And now I’m off to bed. Nighties lovelies!
Also: if you film a scene with a film-based camera and the camera is upside down (rotated 180º), if you later play the film with the right orientation (heads up) the scene will be reversed in time; that was the cheap way to film such scenes.
Bonus: https://youtu.be/4VDS8uArR0A
Ish just shared this track. This singer always reminds me of my father in his pictures from the 70s, specially the sideburns and the curly hair!! 
My father had afro while having naturally straight hair, the fashion can do that to you.
Timezone everyone.
They… truned 50.
[At parole hearing] Officer: Why should you be released early?
Man: I’m …
Officer: Go on.
Man: I think…
Officer: Yes?
Man: Can I please finish my sentence?
Officer: Sure. Parole denied.
Timezone lovelies.
What better place to spend holidays than a hospital? -said nobody.
And yet here I am at a hospital with something that might be a kind of probably a stroke in development. A very mild one which only impacts occasionally sensing of my left mouthk and hand.