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This, completely redone. The sentences here are slightly less boilerplate.
This is so going up on my room wall.
Sentence Of Death.
Iudicium aeternae volubiles ferinae carnis dolore dolores confitentes,
sgrechiadau grotesg arteithio galarnadau dryswch llym chi,
pecados submundo descendente punições consciência tons escuros situação sombrio vazio,
проклятые зловонные зубы в обморок гниения в хищные когти забытые пророчества боли,
εμβάθυνση rankled μυαλά πανέμορφη δαίμονες πράσινο αιώνια βρίσκεται εμβρόντητοι,
duisternis naamloos ogen vacant ontsteld is ademhalingen mom,
prädisponierenden Trägheit unzureichende Dichtung Tragödien imprägniert Geister Sturm brennt,
transzcendens félelmetes csúcsok között véres szerzetesi spekulációk üvöltő szunnyad álmok,
frissons cerveaux odieuses inexplicablement tempêtes répugnance apparitions incongrues de crimes immuables,
plukker skapninger vinger dødsleiet transformasjon forvirrende gigantiske frykt ensomhet vibrasjoner ubevisste,
まごまご法律障害触知悲惨さの幽霊横柄ハープが崩壊耐え難いアンソロジーを.
Steve.D.Hammond.
James Scullion was sentenced to 14 days hard labour at Newcastle City Gaol for stealing clothes. After this he was sent to Market Weighton Reformatory School for 3 years.
Age (on discharge): 13
Height: 4.2
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Grey
Place of Birth: Newcastle
Status: Single
Occupation: Labourer
These photographs are of convicted criminals in Newcastle between 1871 - 1873.
Reference:TWAS: PR.NC/6/1/1281
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The sentence "Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose." was written by Gertrude Stein as part of the 1913 poem Sacred Emily, which appeared in the 1922 book Geography and Plays. In that poem, the first "Rose" is the name of a person. Stein later used variations on the sentence in other writings, and "A rose is a rose is a rose" is among her most famous quotations, often interpreted as meaning "things are what they are", a statement of the law of identity, "A is A". In Stein's view, the sentence expresses the fact that simply using the name of a thing already invokes the imagery and emotions associated with it, an idea also intensively discussed in the problem of universals debate where Peter Abelard and others used the rose as an example concept. As the quotation diffused through her own writing, and the culture at large, Stein once remarked: "Now listen! I’m no fool. I know that in daily life we don't go around saying 'is a ... is a ... is a ...' Yes, I’m no fool; but I think that in that line the rose is red for the first time in English poetry for a hundred years." (Four in America)[1]
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Blüte einer Kletterrose in unserem Garten in Hannover.
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Evening light at Fehren.
Nikon D800E, AF-S Nikkor 70-200 mm f/2.8 G ED VR II @ 70 mm, Lee Hard 0.6 ND, Lee Circular PL, ISO 50, f/8, 1/13 second.
I allowed the police to put me in the cell, I didn't feel like I needed to break free, there would of been nothing there when I would of gotten home. They put in one of the holding cells for the night and told me to get some rest, but I didn't. They took all of my guns and gear, I let them. The other cell mates shouted things at me, telling me they were going to kill me, I believed them. The next day I was put into a police van, the journey took two hours. I didn't know where I was going, but I did know that it would probably be the last time that I would see Gotham. When the van stopped, the police escorted me to an old building, pushing their way through the flood of the press. All of the journalist shouting "Mr Lawton! What do you have to say about being the world's greatest assassin?"I just stared at them. When I got inside I realized where I was, a court. This was obviously not one of Gotham's court, this one was clean. The police put me into the witness stand, whilst the judge came in. Then the court case begun. It started of with them listing all of my crimes the past few years, twenty seven cases of murder, sixty two cases of assault and one hundred and thirty five cases of robbery. I could of sworn I did more. Then came the prosecutor, blabbering on about what sentence I should get. I did not listen to what he had to say though, my mind was some place else.n my head was just a image of Blaze taking of her mask and underneath being Katrina, I was so sure it was. Bang! Went the judges hammer, waking me up from my dream. "I know declare," he began to say "that you Floyd Lawton, shall be sentenced to death, but the electric chair!" The crowd gasped in fear, shock, horror. I had no reaction, in fact I felt like I wanted to die, after all, what did I have left?
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Bryan Mackenzie Redden is serving 44 years to Life for the murder of a mother and her daughter. The two were killed after he had broken into their home to burglarize them while Redden was high. Redden is housed at Elmira Correctional Facility in New York and is eligible for parole in August 2061
The sentence on the photo is basically a quote from Erika Jong. My interpretation on that quote is that I'm responsible for my life. Everyone is responsible for his/her own life. Do you agree with it? Hehehe...
How do I get this picture?... Turn off the light in the bedroom. Put the camera on tripod. Set it to bulb. Shutter is controlled by remote. The hand in the picture is actually my right hand. My left hand is busy to press the shutter, turn on the scorch and start painting with light... Off course my right has is moving a bit. After that, open the file in Photoshop to write the quote, and then resize...
[10 April 2007]: Please read en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_painting to know what light painting is all about... :)
Dhaka, Bangladesh, 2010.
An embryo takes nine months to become a human.
A human takes a life time to grow up, to love, to dream and to bond with other humans. They become individual worlds.
Then you appear.
You kill them and send their souls to so called Heaven or Hell.
And those who loved them are sentenced for lifetime in a prison of unbearable memories.
God.
You are a joker, and life is the biggest joke ever.
In the night of June 3, 2010, a little community of Nimtoli at Old Dhaka was burnt to ashes by a sudden fire, which claimed more than 120 lives. Most of the inhabitants died, leaving a few alive with painful memories as a burden for rest of their lives. The woman in this photo lost her brother, who owned this shop. What remains of this shop is nothing but ashes.
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Mary Catherine Docherty was sentenced to 7 days hard labour after being convicted of stealing iron along with her accomplices: Mary Hinnigan, Ellen Woodman and Rosanna Watson.
Age (on discharge): 14
Height: 4.9
Hair: Red
Eyes: Dark Blue
Place of Birth: Newcastle
Status: Single
These photographs are of convicted criminals in Newcastle between 1871 - 1873.
Reference:TWAS: PR.NC/6/1/1208
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Sentence: The cabin is next to a beautiful river.
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He is carried towards the light. There lived with superior peace.
Still, there's some stones with which. I can trip over and pepper to eat.
"Sentences" is a new project with Triplets (photo-philosophy.net/triplets/ )
Poesia di Corrado Baroncini
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Bologna, massacre of august,the 2nd. (85 morti, 200 feriti -08/02/1980)
A massacre studied, prearranged.
Raving strategy of terror
programmed by great hatred.
Choiced the inauspicious day of the action.
Choiced a public place:the station.
Choiced cynically our and moment
amog those of greatest crowding:
Cool calculation, pitiless execution
towara the final act, the explosicy.
Bologna, massacre of august, the 2nd.
the deadly year was placed.
By following the plot of distorted minds,
the fasist killer carried the death
Hided on the botton of heavy bundle
an arm was ready to the insane trap.
According to the plan from time traced
directed his steps toward the indicated place.
the death and the killer crossed the threshold,
he put the gear, she put the shroud.
Bologna, massacre of august, the 2nd.
All from time has been recomposed.
On the debris and the contorded irons
the same walls have rose.
There's always besides, smooth and whitish
a common marble plate
that has the names incised in file
of many that did not know his destiny cowardly killed.
Humble stone on the fresh wall
put at eternal remember.
Bologna, massacre of august, the 2nd.
By many years awaited, justice has replied.
The law has reached the fierce killers
but not the leaders, only the followers.
In this way repeat themselves the known places
where the principal remain unknown.
Compelled in the limits already definite
the inquiry stops with too many unpunished,
and they covered, powerful and wike,
always threaten fanatic massacres.
Bologna, massacre of august, the 2nd.
The just man is no more inclined.
He refuses the partial and precarios verditct,
is opposed at letting down on curtain.
He sollicits the top nan to do full light
on those which finance and conduct the attempts.
He reaffirms that a massacre how this
pretends justice not only in half.
And he throws a warning: IT DON'T SERVES TO FILE,
ITALY, AUGUST,THE 2nd, WILL CAN REMEMBER!
Poetry of Corrado Baroncini
Traduzione di Piero Tabarroni.
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Bologna. Strage del 2 agosto,
Un eccidio studiato, predisposto.
Strategia delirante del terrore
programmata con livido furore.
Scelto l'infausto giorno dell'azione.
Scelto un pubblico luogo;la stazione.
Scelti cinicamente ora e momento
tra quelli del maggiore affollamento.
Freddo calcolo, spietata esecuzione
sino all'atto finale, l'esplosione.
Bologna. Strage del 2 agosto.
Il micidiale ordigno fu deposto.
Seguendo la trama di menti distorte
sicario fascista portava la morte.
Calata sul fondo del grave fardello
un'arma era pronta al folle tranello.
Secondo il disegno da tempo tracciato
diresse i suoi passi sul luogo indicato.
Varcaron la soglia la morte e il sicario,
lui pose l'ordigno, lei stese il sudario.
Bologna, strage del 2 agosto.
Tutto da tempo è stato ricomposto.
Sulle memorie e i ferri contorti
gli stessi muri sono risorti.
C'è solo in più, liscia e biancastra,
una comune marmorea lastra
che porta i nomi in fila incisi
di tanti ignari vilmente uccisi.
Umile pietra sul fresco muro
posta a ricordo imperituro.
Bologna. Strage del 2 agosto.
Per anni invocata, giustizia ha risposto.
La legge ha raggiunto i biechi sicari,
ma non i gerarchi, soltanto gregari.
Così si ripetono i luoghi già noti
nei quali i mandanti rimangono ignoti.
Costretta nei limiti già definiti
l'indagine chiude con troppi impuniti,
e loro coperti. potenti e malvagi
minacciano sempre fanatiche stragi.
Bologna. Strage del 2 agosto.
Il giusto all'oblio non è più disposto.
Rifiuta il verdetto parziale e precario,
si oppone che venga calato il sipario.
Sollecita l'alto a far piena luce
su chi gli attentati finanzia e conduce.
Riafferma che eccidio di tale entità
pretende giustizia non solo metà.
E un monito lancia: NON SERVE ARCHIVIARE,
L'ITALIA IL 2 AGOSTO SAPRA' RICORDARE!
Poesia di Corrado Baroncini
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Poesia di Corrado Baroncini
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Bologna, massacre of august,the 2nd. (85 morti, 200 feriti -08/02/1980)
A massacre studied, prearranged.
Raving strategy of terror
programmed by great hatred.
Choiced the inauspicious day of the action.
Choiced a public place:the station.
Choiced cynically our and moment
amog those of greatest crowding:
Cool calculation, pitiless execution
towara the final act, the explosicy.
Bologna, massacre of august, the 2nd.
the deadly year was placed.
By following the plot of distorted minds,
the fasist killer carried the death
Hided on the botton of heavy bundle
an arm was ready to the insane trap.
According to the plan from time traced
directed his steps toward the indicated place.
the death and the killer crossed the threshold,
he put the gear, she put the shroud.
Bologna, massacre of august, the 2nd.
All from time has been recomposed.
On the debris and the contorded irons
the same walls have rose.
There's always besides, smooth and whitish
a common marble plate
that has the names incised in file
of many that did not know his destiny cowardly killed.
Humble stone on the fresh wall
put at eternal remember.
Bologna, massacre of august, the 2nd.
By many years awaited, justice has replied.
The law has reached the fierce killers
but not the leaders, only the followers.
In this way repeat themselves the known places
where the principal remain unknown.
Compelled in the limits already definite
the inquiry stops with too many unpunished,
and they covered, powerful and wike,
always threaten fanatic massacres.
Bologna, massacre of august, the 2nd.
The just man is no more inclined.
He refuses the partial and precarios verditct,
is opposed at letting down on curtain.
He sollicits the top nan to do full light
on those which finance and conduct the attempts.
He reaffirms that a massacre how this
pretends justice not only in half.
And he throws a warning: IT DON'T SERVES TO FILE,
ITALY, AUGUST,THE 2nd, WILL CAN REMEMBER!
Poetry of Corrado Baroncini
Traduzione di Piero Tabarroni.
-----------
Bologna. Strage del 2 agosto,
Un eccidio studiato, predisposto.
Strategia delirante del terrore
programmata con livido furore.
Scelto l'infausto giorno dell'azione.
Scelto un pubblico luogo;la stazione.
Scelti cinicamente ora e momento
tra quelli del maggiore affollamento.
Freddo calcolo, spietata esecuzione
sino all'atto finale, l'esplosione.
Bologna. Strage del 2 agosto.
Il micidiale ordigno fu deposto.
Seguendo la trama di menti distorte
sicario fascista portava la morte.
Calata sul fondo del grave fardello
un'arma era pronta al folle tranello.
Secondo il disegno da tempo tracciato
diresse i suoi passi sul luogo indicato.
Varcaron la soglia la morte e il sicario,
lui pose l'ordigno, lei stese il sudario.
Bologna, strage del 2 agosto.
Tutto da tempo è stato ricomposto.
Sulle memorie e i ferri contorti
gli stessi muri sono risorti.
C'è solo in più, liscia e biancastra,
una comune marmorea lastra
che porta i nomi in fila incisi
di tanti ignari vilmente uccisi.
Umile pietra sul fresco muro
posta a ricordo imperituro.
Bologna. Strage del 2 agosto.
Per anni invocata, giustizia ha risposto.
La legge ha raggiunto i biechi sicari,
ma non i gerarchi, soltanto gregari.
Così si ripetono i luoghi già noti
nei quali i mandanti rimangono ignoti.
Costretta nei limiti già definiti
l'indagine chiude con troppi impuniti,
e loro coperti. potenti e malvagi
minacciano sempre fanatiche stragi.
Bologna. Strage del 2 agosto.
Il giusto all'oblio non è più disposto.
Rifiuta il verdetto parziale e precario,
si oppone che venga calato il sipario.
Sollecita l'alto a far piena luce
su chi gli attentati finanzia e conduce.
Riafferma che eccidio di tale entità
pretende giustizia non solo metà.
E un monito lancia: NON SERVE ARCHIVIARE,
L'ITALIA IL 2 AGOSTO SAPRA' RICORDARE!
Poesia di Corrado Baroncini
-----------------------------------
June 1977. Penn Central Baldwin DRS-4-4-1000 8302's life is over in June of 1977. It's death sentence has been spray painted under the cab: "Naporano Iron & Metal Co, Foot of Hawkins St., Newark, New Jersey, Conrail Delivery, 25 Miles Per HR"
When one this sentence into German translate wanted, could one the fact exploit, that the word order and the punctuation already with the German conventions agree.
Thank you.
View On Black · ƒ/3.5 is too wide for this level of magnification, it seems. Lesson learned.
Swedish sentence of the day, and this is an important one. Länge leve (long live), fika. Three "fikabröd" of your choice for 20SEK at my local Coop. The guy next to me, waiting for his "fikabröd" told me that he needed to keep his weight where it was, if you know what I mean. Sounded like a good excuse to me.
It all began over a century ago when a druggist from Waco, Texas Ed Dismuke at the age of 40 was given a death sentence from his doctors. Mr. Dismuke was advised that there was no remedy for his ailing stomach and was told to prepare himself for his journey beyond his life. Being the state-of-the-art apothecary, he refused to believe this and began a search for a cure.
Ed Dismuke did not have to go far. He headed northwest about 100 miles to an acclaimed health resort town tucked away in the beautiful Palo Pinto Mountains. In the town of Mineral Wells, the pharmacist went on a drinking binge of mineral water and his ailments disappeared. He quickly sold his 25 year old pharmacy in Waco and moved lock, stock and ambition to Mineral Wells.
It was in 1904 that Ed Dismuke founded the Famous Mineral Water Company establishing himself as one of the town’s premier purveyors of the health-giving elixir. The Famous Pavilion was built in 1914, complete with a game parlor and a fortune telling booth. Drawing from his background, the successful pharmacist and author of “Dismuke’s Handy Formulas”, his book which sold nation wide, developed products from the curative waters. The nationally sought after products Pronto-lax, Residuum, Dismuke’s Famous Crystals and Dismuke’s Eyebath were an outstanding success.
Dismuke’s timing was perfect. Mineral Wells already had a worldwide reputation for its “Crazy Water” after curing a woman suffering from a nervous condition drank from a mineral well in the late 1800’s. Health seekers from all over the globe flooded to this tiny mountain community by the thousands every year. Mineral Wells, from the 1900’s to the 1950’s, was known to be the premier Spa Resort Town in Southern United States. People came to drink and bathe in the healing mineral waters.
Nearly 6 decades later, shortly before his death, Dismuke noted that his Waco doctors had been dead for a long time. “The only thing wrong with me is old age”, he told reporters after his 97th birthday. Claiming he was never again treated by doctors after beginning his daily regimen of Famous mineral water and Proto-Lax, Dismuke devotedly promoted the mineral waters’ health giving properties. Mr. Dismuke was born March 6, 1860 in Louisiana, MO and died November 6, 1957 at age 97 after falling and breaking his hip. He is buried in Elmwood cemetery in Mineral Wells.
Not a life sentence he said....
Bad experience, Bad feelings, Bad memories,
all swept under the carpet, forget, keep busy, move on,
they taught us all.
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Child hurting, child abused, Child not wanting to except parent is to blame. Shame and name themselves they have been taught hide the truth pretend it didn't happen, dance my dance if you want my warmth back completely controlled by lower natures.
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NOT A LIFE SENTENCE, escape, as soon as pos from any bad feelings. Escape the prison of self, condemnation, hate, self judgement and criticism ready to hand on to next generation and the next and the next designed for eternity of ancestral trauma handed on 7 generations we are told. IT'S YOUR LOT. The sins of the fathers may have been our shackles, ball and chains, Prison and housing our hearts and minds.
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NO MORE...STOP...SHAKE IT OFF
learn from it all then step up,
Grow, evolve,
move on be free fly the cup of sorrow has been drained to its dregs
Fly sweet hearts Fly free as you have been designed to do.
Sentenced to drift far away now,
Nothing is quite what it seems,
Sometimes entangled in your own dreams.
I couldn't help but notice that these beautiful flowers were doomed to spend the rest of their life in their potted prison.
The Grade I Listed remains of Narberth Castle, a Norman fortress in Narberth, a town in Pembrokeshire, South Wales.
A chronicle in the Cotton library mentions that, in 1116, Gruffydd ap Rhys attacked and destroyed the castle of Arberth; this however probably refers to the nearby Sentence Castle, the stone castle at Narberth not having been built until over 100 years later.
The current ruins are undoubtedly Norman and seem to date from the 13th century, having been built by Andrew Perrot. However, the castle is mentioned in the third branch of the Mabinogi as the place where Rhiannon was imprisoned and forced to carry travellers through the gates as penance for killing her son. Although there is some controversy over the actual location of the castle in the Mabinogi (there are at least two other earthworks nearby that are contenders, but neither are in good defensive positions compared to the site of this one), the Normans often built castles on top of earlier defensive structures and it is plausible that the original was obliterated.
The castle never changed hands throughout the Glyndŵr Rising in 1400–1415 and was slighted after being taken by Oliver Cromwell in the English Civil War. Excavations have found more than 20 graves on the north side dating from the 12th century to the 13th, hinting that the area may have once been the site of a church.
In the early part of the 20th century, the annual town fair held a procession which ended in the castle, with dancing and music. In 2005, the castle was opened again to the public after being taken over by the council and made safe.
The castle has provided a good deal of building material for the surrounding houses and the remains are mostly single and double storey walls, with the barrel-vaulted kitchen cellars intact. No upper storey rooms are intact. There is an early engraving visible on an information board at Narberth railway station (and possible elsewhere in the town) which shows now-vanished tall chimneys of a Flemish style that can still be seen at the well-preserved Manorbier Castle.
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