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SACRED
To the Memory of
DINAH the Wife of
JAMES MAXEY
Aged 45 Years
Also ELIZth SMITH
(her daughter by a former husband)
Aged 22 Years
Who on 20th March 1813
were suddenly deprived of life by
means of Poison secretly administered
to them, they were buried in one grave
There the wicked ceased from troubles
and there the weary are at rest.
Job 3. V17
There then follows some lines, some beneath the ground, the others unreadable, that are known to have suggested that the murderer of the women should come forward and admit their crime.
After enjoying their first cup of tea of the morning on 19th. May 1813, within a short time Dinah and Elizabeth were writhing in agony, clutching their stomachs
Mr Chander, surgeon of St. Faith’s, went to the house of James Maxey, and found the two women labouring under the most excruciating pain, with violent retching's, and in spite of his medicine, their symptoms increased.
On hearing that her sister was ill, Martha Yemms rushed to see Dinah and Elizabeth and was horrified to see how unwell both were. When she asked Dinah what she thought was wrong, she answered: “Oh, my dear sister I am poisoned, I am dying. I am poisoned with something that was put into the tea kettle, it appeared white". Martha asked her sister who she thought had poisoned her, she answered: “I think my husband, it cannot be anybody else because nobody has been here but ourselves".
All through the day and the night, the mother and daughter were in complete agony, and Mr Chander’s medicine proved to be no match for their escalating pain. Common ‘cures’ for the symptoms the women were showing, retching, vomiting, diarrhoea, convulsions, brown blotches and bringing up blood, would have involved more vomiting, this time induced with mixtures of milk, vinegar, linseed, sugar water and egg whites. But nothing could halt the progress of the poison which turned stomachs into a soft, pulpy, cheese-like condition in a matter of hours.
The next morning, Mr Chander returned and the women’s condition had worsened. Elizabeth was fading fast and, by the afternoon had slipped away. Martha was in the house when Elizabeth died, as was James, who came to see his step-daughter in her death bed, wringing his hands and weeping.
When Mr Chander came to the house in the early evening it was clear Dinah was entering the last few hours of her life, she told the doctor: “I am certainly poisoned, and dying". He asked who she thought had administered the poison but she refused to say: Just before midnight, Dinah died.
James spent the night in the house with his dead wife and step-daughter The next morning their bodies were collected and they were taken for post mortem. When the bodies were opened there was no doubt that the two women had met their end by poison with the mortician concluding that the poison in question had been a mineral compound, perhaps arsenic.
Ten days later, James Maxey was arrested and taken to Norwich Gaol, charged with the poisoning his wife and stepdaughter. On 1st. September he stood trial in Norwich for murder.
Witnesses appeared to give evidence, including William Hemmington of Hainford, who had employed James as a blacksmith for 15 years. He told the court that he had recently bought some “corrosive sublimate” for his business which he had used some of and placed the rest in a container in a cupboard in his workshop.
After the death of Dinah and Elizabeth, he checked the container, as he said a cat and dog had been poisoned near the workshop and he wanted to check his supply. When he looked, he was missing around a quarter of an ounce of poison. Hemmington was asked if James had known just how dangerous the poison was, and he answered: “No, I believe he did not know the properties of it.” He also attested to his employee’s conduct at work, saying he had given him no trouble in 15 years.
Elizabeth Furniss told the court she had been at the house as the pair had their tea, and both had told her that the water had looked “somewhat white”.
Acquaintance Sarah Steward had visited Dinah and Elizabeth shortly after they’d taken tea and had made some peppermint water for them as they were complaining of stomach pain. She used the water from the kettle which the tea was made from and, before she passed the drink to the women, she took a sip to test if it was cool enough. She told the court that a few minutes after she took a single sip her stomach felt "Fit to fly open", and she could not get about for nearly a month afterwards.
When James took the stand, he told the judge that he had never kept poison and knew nothing whatsoever as to why the two most important women in his life had died in such a terrible way.
The judge explained to the jury that although there was a great deal of circumstantial evidence, "All the links of the chain must be entire and its connection with the accused party obvious and necessary, before a verdict of guilt could be justly and conscientiously grounded upon him.” The judge then said that Dinah Maxey unquestionably did receive an impression that it was her husband who had administered the poison, however, she seems to have had no suspicion although she afterwards said she could not think it was anyone else, because there had been no other persons there. The judge continued that James never attempted to flee the house where his wife and step-daughter had died and he had slept in the house with their bodies, which was much in favour of the prisoner, for if he had been guilty of the crime his conscience, probably, would not have allowed him to have done so. Dinah’s assertion that her poisoner was her husband was, continued the judge, opinion and not fact and he felt that there was not enough evidence to prove James' guilt. The jury, unsurprisingly, agreed.
James Maxey went back to the house where the two women had died He ordered this gravestone that told their story and appealed for the guilty party to come forward. They never did.
Hainford villagers continued to whisper about James and he lived for the rest of his life under a veil of suspicion. It is not apparent if James is buried with Dinah and Elizabeth.
The gravestone, now partially hidden beneath bramble and undergrowth, is in the churchyard of the ruined disused old All Saints at Hainford, Norfolk.
Nothing beats a phone call from your long time friend asking for "a favor"...except a favor in 30° weather.
My long time friend Colt has been trying to sell his one of a kind custom fully built acura TL (see Colt's TL set). He struggled with finding someone wanting such a VIP style car in our retched town, but eventually found a willing candidate to trade for a sport bike, the all black 04 honda cbr 600rr.
Colt doesn't ride, (he's more of a 500hp v8 guy) but jumped at the opportunity to sell something a little bit more liquid, so he got the car to 'trade' value, removing his work vs-xx rims, bodykit, and other small customized pieces.
While they were working on the title work, I snuck the bike behind a church and tried to grab a few shots. 2pm isn't exactly my favorite time to shoot but i made it work. I forgot my tripod and my g/f drove my flashes / camera behind me so I just had to make due.
This shot was done with the 70-200 f4L and just had multiple exposures layered and edited together. I forget if i used flashes on this one or not...
I called this set "face your fears" because of the many obstacles on different levels it entailed...riding someone else's bike for one, riding it in freezing weather, shooting mid day, trying to light up a black vehicle, and the headaches we entail while dealing with purchasing or trading a new vehicle.
hope you all enjoy!
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Copyright Susan Ogden
Kohl and Aura have been staying with me at the beach the past 3 weeks. It took Aura at least 48 hours to somewhat acclimate to the trauma of a 7.5 hour ride to the OBX in a utility van...filled with clanging, crashing tools and supplies. Kohl the Hard to Offend was somewhat more resilient, altho even she had no intention of leaving her hiding place in the van after arrival, thanks to a wicked thunderstorm raging above the house.
Kohl has always been the adventurous trouble maker, with Aura the more reserved cat member of the family. (unless it is time to play chase...in which case, Aura gets the better of Kohl 99.5 percent of the time!
Kohl gets on and into EVERYTHING...she is curious to the Nth degree even if it means she is in trouble. Sadly she does not learn from her history and is destined to repeat the trouble she gets into quite often.
She decided to eat the strands of the tassle cat toy that was on the cat tower, at some point overnight on Friday. (not the first tie she has eaten things not edible) It did not sit well and somewhere around 5am, i heard her coughing and gagging and retching...and yep...she left me a mess to clean up at that unGodly hour. When breakfast rolled around, she refused to eat (SO unlike her...i usually have to swat her off the table a half dozen times as i am dishing out the food). She also refused dinner that evening and would not even drink water....by Sunday morning i thought for sure she would eat...but she refused to move off my bed, and even growled at me for trying to move her. She had no interest in the birds feeding at the feeder out the bedroom slider...no interest in her ping pong ball that she loves and fetches like a dog...no interest in food....i had to go out in the afternoon so i just let her be and pondered what to try next.
Got new food (something new and exciting maybe!!?) She wanted nothing to do with it...later tho, she came looking and i tried again. She ravenously ate it all and then promptly chucked it all......i went to bed wondering what to do.
Woke this morning and she was back to her old totally annoying self again...hard to offend and aggravating the ever loving crap out of me!!!
Just when i thought things were looking up, i was on my way home from my daughter’s tonight, and when i was 2/3 of the way home my car began to steer kinda weird. Somehow i got a flat tire. UGH.....called my son in law...since heaven only knows if they ever heard of AAA or how long it would take on a Sunday night....so tomorrow i will be at a tire place to see if i can get the tire fixed....
Now i am going to bed because it was another unintentional early wake up this morning! My inner clock has gone haywire, apparently!! Happy Monday, my friends!!
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Nothing beats a phone call from your long time friend asking for "a favor"...except a favor in 30° weather.
My long time friend Colt has been trying to sell his one of a kind custom fully built acura TL (see Colt's TL set). He struggled with finding someone wanting such a VIP style car in our retched town, but eventually found a willing candidate to trade for a sport bike, the all black 04 honda cbr 600rr.
Colt doesn't ride, (he's more of a 500hp v8 guy) but jumped at the opportunity to sell something a little bit more liquid, so he got the car to 'trade' value, removing his work vs-xx rims, bodykit, and other small customized pieces.
While they were working on the title work, I snuck the bike behind a church and tried to grab a few shots. 2pm isn't exactly my favorite time to shoot but i made it work. I forgot my tripod and my g/f drove my flashes / camera behind me so I just had to make due.
Shots were done mainly with the tamron 17-50 f2.8 with an nd8 filter set in AEB mode. The first shot was set to sync at 1/200 and fire the flashes (3 @ full power), while the second shot was set to 1/500ish to get the sky nice and dark. If i would've had a tripod it would've been much easier but they layered nicely. A few other edits were done once behind the computer but I really liked how this set turned out, as I'm afraid to shoot black cars / bikes and also shoot at such a 'bad' time of day.
I called this set "face your fears" because of the many obstacles on different levels it entailed...riding someone else's bike for one, riding it in freezing weather, shooting mid day, trying to light up a black vehicle, and the headaches we entail while dealing with purchasing or trading a new vehicle.
hope you all enjoy!
Nothing beats a phone call from your long time friend asking for "a favor"...except a favor in 30° weather.
My long time friend Colt has been trying to sell his one of a kind custom fully built acura TL (see Colt's TL set). He struggled with finding someone wanting such a VIP style car in our retched town, but eventually found a willing candidate to trade for a sport bike, the all black 04 honda cbr 600rr.
Colt doesn't ride, (he's more of a 500hp v8 guy) but jumped at the opportunity to sell something a little bit more liquid, so he got the car to 'trade' value, removing his work vs-xx rims, bodykit, and other small customized pieces.
While they were working on the title work, I snuck the bike behind a church and tried to grab a few shots. 2pm isn't exactly my favorite time to shoot but i made it work. I forgot my tripod and my g/f drove my flashes / camera behind me so I just had to make due.
Shots were done mainly with the tamron 17-50 f2.8 with an nd8 filter set in AEB mode. The first shot was set to sync at 1/200 and fire the flashes (3 @ full power), while the second shot was set to 1/500ish to get the sky nice and dark. If i would've had a tripod it would've been much easier but they layered nicely. A few other edits were done once behind the computer but I really liked how this set turned out, as I'm afraid to shoot black cars / bikes and also shoot at such a 'bad' time of day.
I called this set "face your fears" because of the many obstacles on different levels it entailed...riding someone else's bike for one, riding it in freezing weather, shooting mid day, trying to light up a black vehicle, and the headaches we entail while dealing with purchasing or trading a new vehicle.
hope you all enjoy!
This exercise tests the headquarters' ability to control simulated troop formations within a challenging and dynamic fictional scenarios. The scenario planned for AF 15 provides exercise evaluators with the ability to merge realistic global security threats into one environment to challenge and test the ability of headquarters personnel to devise innovative and pragmatic solutions. This is made all the more challenging, as they will be deploying in the middle of a Baltic winter in tents and field conditions.
A woman was struggling drinking water and kept retching. I think she was trying to get some meds down and the gag reflex didn't want to.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Looked at a couple apartments today. Makes me want to retch at the thought of moving into a tiny one. We have too much junk!
My stomach has been in a ball all day. I'm much sadder about this than yesterday. But my husband came home with an armful of Mexican food and declared that we are finding a house, not an apartment and because of his confident leadership and a tummy full of good food, I feel better.
So the hunt continues.
This picture is one of the places I went to today. It's brand new and I loved the chic design but way too small. Cute but no cigar.
Wednesday
A day of rain.
And a trip to Newcastle.
Hmmmm, Newcastle.
We woke up at half seven, outside it was overcast with the promise of much rain through the day. We planned to go to Hexham to catch the train into the city, wander round, have lunch, take shots and come back. And it still sounded a good idea in the morning. So, after breakfast, we gathered our stuff, our new waterproof jackets and walking boots, packed the car and set off down the valley to Hexham.
There is an even more local station nearer the cottage, but only has a two-hourly service through the day. A 15 minute drive to Hexham opens the possibility of half hourly trains, if we got bored in the city.
Two pounds to park the car all day outside the station, seven quid for a return ticket. A cheap day it seemed.
We had timed it just right, and 5 minutes after arriving, our train, a class 156, pulled up and we all got on for the half hour trundle into town. The line runs beside the river Tyne, and is very picturesque, even from a rattly diesel DMU.
We pulled into Newcastle, over Stephenson’s high level bridge, with glorious views over the river and city. It had just begun to rain, but we were prepared.
Outside the station, we looked up the wide street in front, and I saw a memorial, which should mean there was a square, maybe the centre of the city, so we set off, dodging shoppers and waiting bus passengers. However, we were thirsty. And hungry. And seeing an Italian ice cream parlour, we go inside to have breakfast.
I order sausage roll and a coffee: Jools has quiche. And a coffee. Now, that we did not specify what kind of coffee we wanted should have meant we got a cup of filter. Or so we thought. But what we did get was a cup of milky coffee, the kind that my parents used to drink, made with almost all hot milk, and horrible.
I tried to tell myself this was some kind of retro food experience, but my main thought was to drink it as soon as possible before a skin formed on the top, which would have made me retch.
Further up the street, we saw a sign saying ‘central arcade’; we thought it looked interesting and went in. Just as well we did, as inside it was decorated with splendid tiles, in a fine art deco fashion. In admiring them, we caught the attention of a woman, who engaged us in conversation. Turns out she was a guide, and for four pounds each would take us on a 90 minute tour round the city.
We were told of the history of the Arcade before walking to the indoor market and then down the wide street past the Theatre Royal.
In the market is the site of the first ever Marks and Spencer store, or market stall, which is still going, selling end of line items.
I am frequently asked about the dangers of bringing my camera to the beach. Sand and water can be a great cause of concern when it comes to photographic equipment. I live at the beach and I enjoy taking photos while there, whether it be of the often found sandcastle, the shells which have washed a shore, the sun setting behind the dunes, or the dogs playing in the waves. I am as careful as I can be and fortunately for I have my older yet very functional camera. I generally bring this one, leaving my prized D7000 safely at home.
This evening the tide was low and calm, B and I took the girls over for a swim. For some reason us humans can not fully understand, the mussel shells were of particular interest to Yellow Girl. Not only for sniffing but before we knew it and before we could pry open her mouth, she had ingested several. I was certain they would pass through by the morning and we went about romping and playing.
Back at the car, I gave the girls a drink of fresh water to help wash any sand and ocean water out of their mouths. We gathered up the leashes, towels, water bowl, camera and 4 legged friends and started back to the main land. When suddenly there was a loud retching sound and the splatter of water, remains of mussel shells covered the car seats, camera and lens.
Next time I am asked about the dangers of bringing my camera to the beach, I may think twice.
submitted to ODC/ topic ~ "W" for Water; ocean Water, fresh Water and Water all over my camera!
dark highways bleak and long I know these thoughts are o so wrong. so strong and so indifferent. defeat this battle and win magnificence. climb to the top of a very high hill. down the other side is the natural will. fight the gravity resist the trust the rolling stone gathers no dust. its the cost of the lust we must battle within maintain my self and keep the ego thin resist that evil twin beat him back again thats the roots of reason and knowledge my friends. decipher this and bondage breaking will begin all kinds of evil and the fruits we trim all kinds of hate and the cuts we mend breaking down the backs of common working men.
Im tired and inspired but im feeling dangerous. all this haste got my thoughts so vaporous why is it all our dreams escaping us and all our goals are daily rapeing us. I figure its my minds eye breaking up and my temples pollution finally catching up. the solution in god we trust as long as that mighty dollar dosent fold up all those lines book bold stuff many thoughts on why its so corrupt. I stopped reaching out and he came to me he skipped the church and he let me see. I know many of you will think this is arrogant but believe me these thoughts are heaven sent feelings of benevolence many of you never get thats why with this rapping I will never quit
all these rappers getting paid millions while I sit alone at home making them look like children. yeah i know you wish you had these lyrics and you crave the stillness of the mighty mighty sprit. let me just say i am so angry and these lines on this pad engulf me, when my soul bleeds and toll lead to empty pockets and growl of my stomach so pleads yeah no stunten no frontin just me living my life with dreams of something fulfilling besides gold and trinkets besides rolls and beamers no fully loaded clips no team leader just me living that fantastic struggle and bending my will to this fucked up hustle
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
I have added this image in response to another picture of Scytodes thoracica, which also quoted my poem. To read more of my spider poems, see delta-intkey.com/britsp/www/poems.htm
SCYTODES THORACICA
Abdomen a stretched bladder, leopard spotted
And ponderous, with legs too long, you stalk
The sleeping fly, with only six eyes, in darkness.
Bristles at your jaundiced joints will feel
The hum of her dormancy, sense
The inrush of air through spiracles at rest.
You do not rush, or even touch her yet,
But retch poison web from your open mouth,
A zigzag puke of silk, to stick her to the floor.
The fly wings strum, the feet drum ineffectually,
And Scytodes, tentative spitting spider, bites her,
Apologetically, on one leg. Waits for death,
And then, like a tender embalmer, unstitches
The silk shroud, bears her on the bier of her wings,
Whispers her orisons, while other spiders sleep.
Source material: Scytodes thoracica, the spitting spider, is nocturnal, and ranges widely at night in search of sleeping insects. It has poor vision, and only six eyes, but senses the presence of its prey through bristles on its legs. The cephalothorax of Scytodes is uniquely enlarged, since it has to house additional silk glands, which normal spiders retain in the abdomen only. When the spider wishes to make a kill, it does so by standing at a distance, and spitting zigzags of poisonous, gummy web over its victim, sticking it to the ground. Only then does the spider venture closer to the prey, delivering the death bite. When the prey has expired, the spider frees its body from the web, and carries it off, to suck it dry at leisure. The spider’s appearance is very distinctive, with its yellowish body covered with dark blotches, its domed cephalothorax, and absurdly long legs. The small genus occurs on all continents except Antarctica.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Wednesday
A day of rain.
And a trip to Newcastle.
Hmmmm, Newcastle.
We woke up at half seven, outside it was overcast with the promise of much rain through the day. We planned to go to Hexham to catch the train into the city, wander round, have lunch, take shots and come back. And it still sounded a good idea in the morning. So, after breakfast, we gathered our stuff, our new waterproof jackets and walking boots, packed the car and set off down the valley to Hexham.
There is an even more local station nearer the cottage, but only has a two-hourly service through the day. A 15 minute drive to Hexham opens the possibility of half hourly trains, if we got bored in the city.
Two pounds to park the car all day outside the station, seven quid for a return ticket. A cheap day it seemed.
We had timed it just right, and 5 minutes after arriving, our train, a class 156, pulled up and we all got on for the half hour trundle into town. The line runs beside the river Tyne, and is very picturesque, even from a rattly diesel DMU.
We pulled into Newcastle, over Stephenson’s high level bridge, with glorious views over the river and city. It had just begun to rain, but we were prepared.
Outside the station, we looked up the wide street in front, and I saw a memorial, which should mean there was a square, maybe the centre of the city, so we set off, dodging shoppers and waiting bus passengers. However, we were thirsty. And hungry. And seeing an Italian ice cream parlour, we go inside to have breakfast.
I order sausage roll and a coffee: Jools has quiche. And a coffee. Now, that we did not specify what kind of coffee we wanted should have meant we got a cup of filter. Or so we thought. But what we did get was a cup of milky coffee, the kind that my parents used to drink, made with almost all hot milk, and horrible.
I tried to tell myself this was some kind of retro food experience, but my main thought was to drink it as soon as possible before a skin formed on the top, which would have made me retch.
Further up the street, we saw a sign saying ‘central arcade’; we thought it looked interesting and went in. Just as well we did, as inside it was decorated with splendid tiles, in a fine art deco fashion. In admiring them, we caught the attention of a woman, who engaged us in conversation. Turns out she was a guide, and for four pounds each would take us on a 90 minute tour round the city.
We were told of the history of the Arcade before walking to the indoor market and then down the wide street past the Theatre Royal.
In the market is the site of the first ever Marks and Spencer store, or market stall, which is still going, selling end of line items.
Mural Painted by HCTER (VAA) & ViSiON (TiC) for 'The Brook Project' at the site of the old Carisbrook Stadium, Dunedin, Aotearoa
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Dispatched to Geonosis. Those bugs were vile, ugly and discussing. They were like killing an ant. Effortless, and no pity for their death. But enough about those retched 'rebels'.
Day one. We encountered umpteen rebel soldiers. Shit load they did. It was like they were commanded to just look at us when we fired.. Maybe th.. Maybe they were ordered to do that so we would not fight at our best, then surprise us when our guard is down.. Interesting strategy..
We didn't see hardly any Natives. They must have been hiding, for they might have known the terror we shall enthrall them with. Either that, or our eye sight strength has been depleted from the heart melting, neck burning sun. I swear my amour is hot enough to cook an egg right now!
Ba~~~~~~ Sorry, Qurtz just bumped into me. Qurtz says he doesn't want to wright, because he says it's a sign of madness writing to your self. "if your the one who wrote it, and your the only one who is going to read it, isn't that what thinking is for? It's madness" -Qurtz.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
I wonder if the stem ring is too low...
This is definitely an aminita mushroom, the same family as the mushroom known as the Destroying Angel. Destroying angels means business for those unfortunate enough to eat it: your organs turn to mush. YIKES!
You see, amanitins, one of two kinds of poisons found in the mushroom, block DNA synthesis. I quote from one of my field guides: "After one or two days, the victim may improve enough to leave the hospital and pass the whole episode off as a bad case of the flu, but unless intensive treatment began early, the progress of poisoning, and then end are inevitable. Retching, diarrhea and cramps return and are followed by liver and kidney failure, convulsions and a painful death."
"los angeles, i'm yours" - the decemberists
There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to
And as it tells it's sorry tale
In harrowing detail
It's hollowness will haunt you
It's streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs
And here's a plaintive melody
Truncated symphony
An oceans garbled vomit on the shore
Los Angeles, Im yours
Oh ladies, pleasant and demure
Sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about
An empty fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays
You hill and valley crowd
Hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing
As ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles, my love
Oh, what a rush of ripe elan
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty
But, oh, the smell of burnt cocaine
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
Oh, great calamity
Ditch of iniquity and tears
How I abhor this place
It's sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE