Dead to Deliverance

silence on death row can be deafening. And on any other day, silence is a welcome break from the monotony of the screeching noise. One would assume the silence is a result of people becoming more introspective, more contemplative about the reality of their situation. In some cases this is true, but the opposite is more likely. Most people are in bed asleep trying to escape. Anytime there is a scheduled execution the entire prison, including all programming, comes to a complete halt. Everything ceases while San Quentin moves into high security, standing patient and poised to snuff out another life. Prison officials stroll the tiers, peering into the cells at us, as if they're seeing some rare and disgusting animals on the verge of extinction. Many of them support the death penalty and gleefully rejoice when we are pronounced dead. Nothing is exchanged during these observations but hostile glances.

Steve Champion has just released his memoirs of his time in San Quentin. Im not one to over sentimentalize shit, i know that score, im not a fucking idiot. I dont want to trump this up as something its not, but;

I speak with Steve through letters and i both respect and feel that this man has both been rehabilitated and has alot of positive things he could offer this world. It is what it is.

Listen to him here . com
see his poetry at alternativereel . com
buy the book here . com

Kenny Powers.

Samuel Barber

In November 1938, conductor Arturo Toscanini led the NBC Symphony Orchestra in the premiere performance of Samuel Barber's "Adagio for Strings." The concert was broadcast from New York to a radio audience of millions across America.

Celebrated for its fragile simplicity and emotion, the "Adagio" might have seemed an odd match for Toscanini, known for his power and drama as a conductor. But according to Mortimer Frank, author of Arturo Toscanini: The NBC Years, despite the director's force and intensity, he was capable of "wonderful delicacy and tenderness and gentleness."

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"You never are in any doubt about what this piece is about," says music historian Barbara Heyman. "There's a kind of sadness and poetry about it. It has a melodic gesture that reaches an arch, like a big sigh... and then exhales and fades off into nothingness."

In the family

Mummies capture our imaginations and our hearts. Full of secrets and magic, they were once people who lived and loved, just as we do today.

I believe we should honor these ancient dead and let them rest in peace.

There are some secrets of the pharaohs, however, that can be revealed only by studying their mummies. By carrying out CT scans of King Tutankhamun's mummy, we were able in 2005 to show that he did not die from a blow to the head, as many people believed. Our analysis revealed that a hole in the back of his skull had been made during the mummification process. The study also showed that Tutankhamun died when he was only 19—perhaps soon after he suffered a fracture to his left leg. But there are mysteries surrounding Tutankhamun that even a CT scanner cannot reveal. Now we have probed even deeper into his mummy and returned with extraordinary revelations about his life, his birth, and his death.

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Bloody Photo bucket.

Always screwing me around...

Voyeur

Me

On the nickle

real drunk.

Melbourne Overload Festival

Readings at the Dan O’Connell Hotel have been going for over 16 years, and they’re all about the Open Mic. Many a well known poet started their career here, reading from a sheet of paper they grasped in their trembling hands... On this super special Overload edition, the Dan hosts Love and its Many Awkard Forms - four poets: Helen Lucas, Steve Smart, Ben John Smith and Fee Sievers launch new chapbooks. The feature reader on the ...day is the man who coined the term ‘cyberpoetry’, Komninos Zervos.

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In that order

Haha, found this while tumbling.
I knew them stickers were fucking worth it.

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and the artist site here .com

The Word Press.

Alright, So...

I got pissed and inspired last night and thought with the greatest
delusions that if no press in Australia would publish my next
book, id start my own press - obviously i was tripping balls.

But thinking baby steps, I'm setting up an additional arm to HST in a word Press (think Zygott type shit). Basically asking for submissions of art, poetry - whatever you think dudes of the genre will enjoy. It might work, it might fail miserably, but im fucking god damn willing to have some what of a half assed attempt.

The first post features an interview with Chris Wade and Shawn Dimery on their new book of surreal tales, "The wax memory"

so calling all cars, calling all cars - give me your filth, all of it.

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Inter-Esting

hedennnn
1 year ago

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Moving to the country

gunna eat a lot of peaches.

Again and again and again.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.

a moment of weakness.

Big Boss.

The Reel.

"When I have inspired universal horror and disgust,
I shall have conquered solitude."

—Charles Baudelaire

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Snatcher - Sega

"On June 6, 1996 (1991 in the Japanese versions)^[2], a chemical weapon known as Lucifer-Alpha under development in Chernoton, Russia, is released into the atmosphere, resulting in the death of 80% of the Eurasian population which in turn results in the death of half of the world's population. The contaminated area becomes uninhabitable for a decade, when Lucifer-Alpha mutates into a non-lethal form. This tragic event later becomes known as "the Catastrophe".

Fifty years later, a breed of artificial life-forms or bioroids known as "snatchers" began appearing in the artificial island of Neo Kobe City, killing their victims and taking their place in society. Nobody knows exactly what they are or where they come from. As Gillian Seed, an amnesiac working for an Anti-Snatcher task force called J.U.N.K.E.R., the player's goal is to track down the source of the snatchers and discover Gillian's mysterious connections with them."

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Away for the weekend.

E Honda

how is should be.

As you lay listening

During his time at U.Va., William Faulkner lectured in classes and gave readings for students and the Charlottesville community. Many of his talks were recorded, resulting in forty-five reels of unique audiotapes. Preservation Services recently conserved these recordings, digitizing them for accessibility and saving them from irreversible deterioration.

The following 1-minute clips from the recordings capture question-and-answer exchanges between Faulkner and lecture/reading attendees. More complete audio recordings are now available at the Faulkner audio archive site

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Got milk?

"We’ve mentioned about creativity of russian photographer Andrey Razoomovsky in our previous post – Photosession with Aliens. And we couldn’t avoid to represent you another great photosession of him. This juicy photoshoot called Milk will impress your imagination by high quality art nude. Gorgeous girls, seductive poses, flows of milk… Enjoy yourself!"

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Watched this last night.

Its fucking brilliant...

if the gifs are getting . . .

. . . to much, god damnnit let me know.

One of my all time favorites.

"And I'm doin' all I can to hide the
sad confusion in my mind
And brace myself with
every trick I know
And though my lips are beating time to the
words of Auld Lang Syne
My voice keeps on defyin' cryin'
Bonnie please don't go"

Oh Sasha

you so crazzzy

More, more, more.

you have to FUCKING watch this.

Parasites are likely to play an important role in structuring host populations. Many adaptively manipulate host behaviour, so that the extended phenotypes of these parasites and their distributions in space and time are potentially important ecological variables. The fungus Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, which is pan-tropical in distribution, causes infected worker ants to leave their nest and die under leaves in the understory of tropical rainforests. Working in a forest dynamic plot in Southern Thailand we mapped the occurrence of these dead ants by examining every leaf in 1,360 m² of primary rainforest. We established that high density aggregations exist (up to 26 dead ants/m²), which we coined graveyards. We further established that graveyards are patchily distributed in a landscape with no or very few O. unilateralis-killed ants. At some, but not all, spatial scales of analysis the density of dead ants correlated with temperature, humidity and vegetation cover. Remarkably, having found 2243 dead ants inside graveyards we only found 2 live ants of the principal host, ant Camponotus leonardi, suggesting that foraging host ants actively avoid graveyards. We discovered that the principal host ant builds nests in high canopy and its trails only occasionally descend to the forest floor where infection occurs. We advance the hypothesis that rare descents may be a function of limited canopy access to tree crowns and that resource profitability of such trees is potentially traded off against the risk of losing workers due to infection when forest floor trails are the only access routes. Our work underscores the need for an integrative approach that recognises multiple facets of parasitism, such as their extended phenotypes.

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Wanker

Even saying the word love makes me feel like a queer. And not one of them cool, weed smoking, dick blowing uncles that you might had growing up. More like public bathroom Carson Kreesly queer. Not even that. More queer. Like conversation about dp with your funky high school teacher. The one that organized the cool musicals. Now you get me, awkwardly queer. Not even gay, more like, experimental.

But I'm going to say it anyway. More than once. I know, I know - it's awful.

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I went to the...

DI: Talk a little bit about the process of making these awesome videos. What do you do first? Second? etc.

LY: These days, almost invariably, I write first. I try to figure out whatever it is that has been on my mind the most in the last week or so, something that I’ve been thinking about semi-conciously. Then, I write down everything I can think of about the subject. I try to read a little about whatever it is too, if I am disciplined enough. I usually have about 3 pages of random thoughts. I print them out, and get on the bus or ride my bike somewhere, and see what parts could go together to make some sort of narrative, could possibly seem like I could be making a point, even if the piece never gets around to making one. Then I rearrange the order, and it usually starts making sense around there. From that, I cut out the flab, fill the holes, and the script is done. The shooting is the easier part usually.

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the new love of my life.

like ice cream ill scoop ya.

First spot for Rhumm.

"The intersecting narrative, shot back and forth with precision and prose between the soberly named A,B,C and M is both witty and brooding. Lines like, Raped until I cum and I couldn’t love you any less, will either make you wince or wow. "

Review of Sarah Kanes, Crave . com

the internet is killing me.

All my dreams come true.

Damn kids are going to be fuuucked up!
imagine seeing a dude dance like that
after hearing he' aint yo daddy.

This shit gives me a reason to live.

Cool Kieth

does this guy put the camera to his
face after that? are you fucking kidding me?
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?

New world

Photo Dump

I cant tell you why

The Dude: Jesus, man, could you change the channel?

Cab Driver: Fuck you man. If you don't like my fuckin'
music get your own fuckin' cab!

The Dude: I had a rough...

Cab Driver: I pull over and kick your ass out!

The Dude: Come on, man. I had a rough night and I hate the fuckin' Eagles, man!

Katia Guerreiro Ponham flores na mesa

requeijao
1 year ago

Vale a pena ver a Katia a cantar este Fado ao vivo!!! É fantástica !!!!

Sorry

for the shit rib and Rhine etc. I got no photo shop.
struggling on this end. Struggling.

All my links gone, photos, most music and films...
Give generously to the cause.

But i dont apologize for the track of the week,
maybe track of the life time

Who would have known

Big buk

"the best love poem i can write at the moment."

listen, I told her
why don't you stick your tongue up my ass

no, she said.

well, I said
if I stick my tongue up your ass first
then will you stick your tongue up my ass?

all right, she said.

I got my head down there and looked around
opened a section
then my tongue moved forward

not there, she said
ahhahahaha
not there, that's not the right place

you women have more holes than swiss cheese
I don't want you to do it
why?

well, then I'll have to do it back
and then at the next party you'll tell people
I licked your ass with my tongue

suppose I promise not to tell?

you'll get drunk, you'll tell

o.k., I said
roll over
and I'll stick it in the other place

she rolled over
and I stuck my tongue in that other place

we were in love

we were in love except withwhat I said at parties
and we were not in love
with each others ass holes

she wants me to write a love poem
but I think if people can't love each others ass holes
and farts
and shits
and terrible parts
just like they love the good parts
that ain't complete love

so, as far as love goes
as far as we have gone
this poem will have to do.

Listen to it.

What kind of fools!

via rhum . com

Overheard.

"I only go through your facebook

To find photos of you looking like

A whore.

Other than that

You very un interesting.

Your tits give you

Reason for me to find your

personality"

God Damn Classic Lynch

Helena: A woman is something soft; something warm when you feel her. When she's naked. When she's touched. Discovered. You see that things happen inside of her. She opens up. Sometimes a woman is sad. Sometimes she's angry. Helpless. Beautiful. Sometimes she's strong. She's still only that one woman. Talk to her - in deep whispers. Tell her what you're doing, what you see. Move slowly. Tell her you're inside of her. Tell her how it feels. Touch her. Use your tongue. Your breath. When she's about to come, she'll grab for you. But don't let her come. Make her wait. Tease her. Play with her. Make her feel. She may touch herself. She's so sensitive now. You can't be afraid. Take her. Take her.

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Sandy Kim

Still makes me swoon . com

Voting, pfft.

Epic Rites

“Epic Rites is what happens when you let a wild man stew in the mountains too long. Small presses don’t get bigger than this. A brilliant assortment of intelligence, insanity and a healthy serving of knuckles and blood." - Ben Smith

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Sweet mother of god.

Writher

Journalism warnings

"Let's start with the obvious one. It seems like half the content of the tabloids are made up of this: bits of 'research' put out by a PR team with the questionable backing of a cash-strapped university somewhere. Ben Goldacre talks about this much more competently than I ever could."

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Brad Downey

There are multitudes of signals and systems that govern our cities and imperceptibly determine our everyday movement. Artist Brad Downey stakes a claim for the right of the individual to interpret and understand these systems, and thus regain power in the public arena.

As a public, we are acclimatized to these signs and beacons, and their subtle manipulation and proliferation can go undetected. Brad Downey, via his art, shines a light on this institutional regulation of public behavior. By wider awareness of these controls, his viewing public, he hopes, will gain greater understanding of his own urban and social situation.

Subtle, comic and very often provocative, Downey aims to surprise the viewer by illuminating how public and private property, and urban space and personal experience, overlap in an era of increasing privatization. He finds forgotten remnants of urban architecture to re-invent and rejuvenate. These are then re-inserted into the everyday landscape. The works are a temporary disruption, usually remaining in place for as short a time as a few minutes, but also sometimes becoming a permanent fixture in the landscape of the metropolis

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Yeeeeaaaahhhhhh......

My hero.

and i seriously mean that. . .

18, with a bullet.

kept a knife just incase i couldn't rely on my boxing.

Mind ya manners

Don't forget your umbrella (October 1981)

The text at the top of this poster -- which shows Jesus overwhelmed with umbrellas at the Last Supper -- reads "Kasane-gasane no kami-danomi" (lit. "Wishing to God again and again"). The poster makes a play on the words "kasa" (umbrella) and "kasane-gasane" (again and again).

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