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Motsenbocker's Lift-Off Products - Motsenbocker's Lift-Off - No. 1 Food, Drink & Pet Stain Remover, 22 oz. Spray - Sold As 1 Each - Biodegradable and water-based. - Removes stains such as coffee, tea, chocolate, Kool-Aid, pet stains, soda pop, wine, sauces, ketchup, blood and grass from all surfaces including carpets, clothing and upholstery. - Low-VOC formula.
Motsenbocker's Lift-Off - No. 1 Food, Drink & Pet Stain Remover, 22 oz. Spray - Sold As 1 Each76% (5)
Biodegradable and water-based. Removes stains such as coffee, tea, chocolate, Kool-Aid, pet stains, soda pop, wine, sauces, ketchup, blood and grass from all surfaces including carpets, clothing and upholstery. Low-VOC formula. Cleaner/Detergent Type: Fabric; Application: Carpet; Cloth; Upholstery; Applicable Material: Cotton; Nylon; Wool; Chemical Compound: Protein-Based.
Biodegradable and water-based.
Removes stains such as coffee, tea, chocolate, Kool-Aid, pet stains, soda pop, wine, sauces, ketchup, blood and grass from all surfaces including carpets, clothing and upholstery.
Includes one trigger bottle of stain remover.
The WalkinMan's Tree - A Tale in Two Parts - EXPLORED!
~~This image does NOT belong to me. It belongs to TheWalkinMan (Fred SanFilipo).~~ Most of you know me as a photographer, some of you know me as a photographer and a poet, but very few of you know me as a writer. But that’s my first love. I have been a writer since I was first able to hold a pencil. And now, because of Flickr, I am able to marry my love for writing with my love for taking pictures. And usually that’s done with my own words, and my own images. But NOT this time . . . This time, I am going to collaborate with a very gifted photographer: Fred SanFilipo (TheWalkinMan). I have always admired Fred’s work, and this image is one that he said, “didn’t make the cut.” I told him that, in my mind, it made the cut just fine, and that if he had no use for it, then he should give it to me, because it was firing up my creative juices. And that’s exactly what he did. Resulting in the birth of the tale of “The WalkinMan’s Tree.” Please enjoy what I believe is one of the first collaborations of words and images on Flickr. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Disclaimer: The WalkinMan’s Tree is an original story by Sheree Zielke. It is a work of fiction and in no way represents the real WalkinMan (Fred SanFilipo) Do not copy or use this work in any way without my expressed permission. All rights reserved by Sheree Zielke, 2009) ~~~The WalkinMan’s Tree by Sheree Zielke~~~ Part ONE The tall man stirred. He rose from his crouched position, and reached for a large leather satchel that lay near him on a carpet of dead spruce needles. He straightened, and winced as pain lanced through his side, making him gasp. The battle wound had healed slightly, but his walk had ruptured it, and now the gash bubbled with blood. A small grunt slipped through his open lips. He swung the satchel across his shoulder, and turned towards the tree. His long great coat swung heavily around his calves, as he moved. The tree sat solidly ahead of him, its rough bark nestled in a brooding silence. Golden moonlight gilded its base, while shadows tinted with blue fell thickly all around. The man’s booted feet moved with certainty across sprawled and gnarled roots that wended their way across the forest floor. Beneath his hood, a spark of moon glow caught one eye, but only one, for the other was obscured. The man reached up to the worn leather patch, lifted it, rubbed the sharp bone surrounding the empty socket, and then settled the soft leather back into its rightful place. A bird called from somewhere deep in the gloom, and the WalkinMan glanced up. Before him, a large black bird sat precociously atop a branch silhouetted by the brightness of the moon. The bird cocked its head, hopped along the tree limb, and plucked a tiny leafy branch from the tree, held it for a moment in its beak, and then dropped it. The tiny branch floated to the ground landing at the man’s feet. He reached down, his once long slender fingers, now gnarled and bent from years of battle, and retrieved the spindly branch. He winced, and pulled back his coat. The stain had spread and blood ran darkly to the earth at his feet. He tucked the branch into his satchel, and began his search anew. With small halting steps, and a hand ever sweeping at the underbrush, the man scouted the area. She had said in her letter to him that he would find it here. Somewhere near the big tree. Their tree. He moved out of the light and back into the shadows. Unseen creatures scurried and fluttered as he shuffled back and forth. Fireflies twinkled brightly in an aerial ballet above his head. He continued his search. The dark wetness on his chest had grown and now soaked the right side of his shirt. Silvered black droplets appeared silently on the moon-kissed leaves at his feet. He was moving slower now, but he continued his hunt. Then suddenly, he dropped to his knees. He scrabbled at the underbrush, ripping at brambles, their thorns drawing blood as he did so, tearing at thick moss. Frantic. His breath came in quick gasps. And then he stopped. The WalkinMan sat back on his haunches. A soft sigh escaped his lips, as a silvery tear slid down his cheek. The moon drifted high overhead, its icy blue glow illuminating the man, the tree, and the thing he had sought. He reached out a hand, a broken hand, so covered in scars, and fresh bloody scratches. His fingers traced the rough-hewn edges of the thing he had traveled so many miles to see. The thing he never wanted to see. But the thing he needed to see. Blood from his wound continued to seep into the ground at his knees. Dark terrible stains, crimson into black. Tiny crystal droplets shimmered on his thin face, raining down in the silence, and joining his blood on the ground. Too late. Always too late. The WalkinMan was tired. He rose and made his way back to the big tree. Their tree. He lay down at the base of the tree, where he struggled to find a comfortable position. Themessage from your heart.
"Don't break me, I bruise easily The source of both your love and misery I am steady, beating endlessly While you are dozing, dreaming pretty things I don't work for free Please take care of me This is a message from your heart Your most devoted body part Taking blood and making art This is a message from your heart Pounding away into the dark You could thank me for a start This is a message from your heart" ~Kina Grannis
Simple Green Products - Carpet Cleaner, Deodorizes, Nonionic/Biodegradable, 1 Gallon - Sold as 1 EARelated topics:
Professional strength carpet and upholstery cleaner is designed for use with industrial cleaning machines. Cleaner deodorizes as it removes tough stains from motor oil, coffee, blood, lipstick, and more. Nonionic, biodegradable cleaner is suitable for hot water extraction and steam carpet cleaners.
Sold as 1 EA
Manufacturer: Simple Green
Total percentage of recycled content: 0
Post Consumer Waste: 0
Country of origin: US
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