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Add a “No way!“ to the front of sentence above & channel Jeff Spicoli saying it in the movie, Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982) Dude!
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 ROSE IS A ROSE is probably her most famous quote, 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. As the quote diffused through her own writing, and the culture at large, Stein once remarked NOS 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 THINK THAT LINE THE ROSE IS RED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN ENGLISH POETRY FOR A HUNDRED YEARS. (Four in America).
Gertrude Stein's repetitive language can be said to refer to the changing quality of language in time and history. She herself said to an audience at Oxford University that the statement referred to the fact that when the Romantics used the word ROSE it had a direct relationship to an actual rose. For later periods in literature this would no longer be true. The eras following romanticism, notably the modern era, use the word rose to refer to the actual rose, yet they also imply, through the use of the word, the archetypical elements of the romantic era. It also follows the rhetoric law of thricefold repetition to emphasize a point, as can be seen in speeches dating back to the sophists.
Keiko: Still vomiting. Not everyday but often enough I'm still very worried about her. She coughed up her lunch and thyroid pill today. Not good. She goes in on Friday for blood work to see how the thyroid pills are doing.
Jasmine: She's been given a death sentence. Her cancer is a ticking time bomb.
June: Our youngest. She's healthy. The only one.
Rusty: He's feline FIV positive but has no symptoms. He also has an peritoneal-pericardial diaphragmatic hernia. {Hard to explain--it has to do with his heart}.
Emory and I are so stressed by all. The kitchen counter is covered with meds to give Jasmine everyday now. Cancer pills and Prilosec is given in the morning. Benadryl must be given morning/ noon and night. Prednisone has to be given at night. Whew.
Keiko has to be pilled mid day--and offered wet food thru out the day because she's losing weight...she's looking thin and frail.
Emory and I are so worn out from worry for our sick furkids. It makes us cranky with each other --which just adds to all the stress of our "new normal".
Pics in collage were previously posted on Flickr.
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
mixed media on paper. ca. 30 x 40 cm.
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Sätze bilden.
Mischtechnik auf Papier. ca. 30 x 40 cm.
lets talk about this situation , hey you know , you shoudnt use that sentence if you dont really get its meaning. And by the way , did i translate it ? or you? hahahahaha , such a weird girl when you translated it yourself and said that , "hey youuu girl, you translated it like that. like that . but if you keep that way , how can they translate ..(umm how can i say văn học nc ngoài in vietnamese?) "... yeah like that :)))) heyyy , and by the way , i dont wanna talk about this in front of people , in public you know ~,~ but you strarted this girl i just continue this and end this , dont let me see any desc like "nhiều ng... pla pla pla" i dont wanna continue this , so shut up and stay where you are .!
2018 February Alphabet Month
The verdict is in: The Jewel Thief has been sentenced to jail. The evidence on the table clearly put her away. The lawyer filed a brief, but the judge said it was too brief. But this judge did not want any clowning around in his courtroom. He demanded odor in the court. And he got odor alright!
2018 February 19
Start this sentence…
More Yorkies at: itsayorkielife.com/start-this-sentence/
#Yorkies #YorkshireTerriers #YorkieLove
A semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended, but chose not to. That author is you and the sentence is your life.
I've been following the semi colon project since it started when I was 15, and I have been obsessed with drawing semi colons on my wrists since. I knew then that I wanted to get a tattoo, so the message of the project would be with me permanently. On Friday, I made it official and got a semi colon tattoo.
Do me a favor and search the hashtag #projectsemicolon on facebook, instagram, or twitter to find out more of what this is all about.
This, completely redone. The sentences here are slightly less boilerplate.
This is so going up on my room wall.
For witnessing the murder Barry was still saddened at Jorge Heart’s funeral. He was upset for his friend August Heart and his grief, but he was mainly upset because he felt like it was his fault. He could’ve helped For being the fastest man alive he felt incredibly helpless. He hadn’t felt this helpless since his mother’s death. He could’ve been faster...he should’ve been faster.
“How you holdin’ up?”
Barry turned around to see Iris West. “I’m fine...I didn’t know Jorge personally, but he seemed like a nice guy. August on the other hand...”
“Is your best friend?” Iris said finishing his sentence
“Yeah...I just wish I could’ve done more”
“More?” Iris inquired “What more could you have done? You were in your office when it happened.
“Technically, it was a little after according to my findings”
Iris shook her head quietly. “Okay Mr. CSI”
“Hah, I wish I could solve the entirety of a case within the confines of a montage. Hell, I wish this was all just a book or a movie where I could leave and go home.”
“Don’t we all...” Iris said as she trailed off
“So what are you doing here? Work?”
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t in charge of the memorial publication for Officer Jorge Heart...but I feel bad for August. I can only imagine how hard it is to lose someone so close to you.”
“It's rough I’ll give you that. I just hope he doesn’t go down the same path I did”
“What path?”
“I became obsessed with my mom’s murder...it consumed me for a portion of my life I’m not proud to admit”.
“Barry you were just...that’s not a bad thing. In fact, it's why I...why I uh…”
“Why you what?”
“Its nothing. Hey, are you busy tonight?”
“I have tons…” Barry said as he locked eyes with Iris. There was something about them that was so beautiful. They were so full of happiness and joy while at the same time a distinct determination and passion. “Yknow what, I’m not busy...are you?”
“Barry I’m my own woman who works on her own schedule”
“Who has deadlines?”
“...fair enough,” Iris said with a small laugh. “But seriously, you wanna get a drink or something tonight?”
“I...I would love to Iris”
“So its a date?”
Barry shrugged in response “Maybe”.
“Maybe?” Iris asked smugly
“Yes Iris, it is a date”, Barry responded matter-of-factly.
As the funeral continued the various guests of police officers and old college friends of August began to depart leaving only Barry and August who sat in front of the casket of Jorge Heart. “I know everyone’s said it today and it doesn’t help at all, but-” Barry started
“You’re sorry for my loss?” August asked
Barry glumly shook his head. “I’m just glad there’s no large mystery surrounding it. I’m glad you have peace”.
“Peace? I don’t think you understand...there will be no peace until I find whoever did this and kill him.”
“Kill him?” Barry said while standing up.
“August I know you're in pain, but can’t be serious”.
August stands up in response. “I am dead serious Barry. I should’ve been there… I won’t stop investigating this case until I find the bastard who put my brother in a coffin”.
“That’s not going to fix anything. Believe me, chasing stuff like this only-”
“I can’t believe what you’re saying. I thought I could count on you to support me, Barry. I thought I could count on my best friend.”
“I won’t just stand by and let you kill people. That’s not justice.”
“Then maybe...then maybe you aren’t my friend”
Barry went to speak but stopped. “I’ll see you tomorrow August. I hope you can get a hang of yourself,” Barry said as began to walk out of the church.
Immediately August felt regret. Barry had been his best friend for a long time and he just told him to screw off. Sure, he was in grief, but that didn’t mean he had to be so rude. “Maybe Barry is right…” August said in defeat. He was about to leave the church when he heard a slight crackle and something cutting through the air. As soon as he turned around he yelled out “Who’s there?!” He turned around once more to find no one accompanying him. He then noticed something on his brother's coffin. A vial, filled with a red liquid labeled V. He picked it up and observed the way the liquid moved as he rotated the vial in his hand. He then picked up the note that was underneath it.
I find your approach to be quite admirable. Disregard what Allen said about truth and justice. You know what’s best. Perhaps this little elixir shall help? You’ll know what do when you use it. I wish you the best of luck in finding vengeance for your brother.
-Someone who understands
He placed the note in his pocket then looked at the vial once more and smirked devilishly.
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.
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THE DISCOVERY by gleitzeit blog (the lost Interview in Rome)
I am using magnifying glass to be able to read a a PDF file of a very low quality.
My eyes are hurting. What I have found is something that is just not available…
I must say on the search for anything tagged “invisible” I find some pretty amazing
stuff I would never know about (later on that)
Paul meet me at the gate. He looked younger than I had expected. Dressed
casually.
As a host he cordially offered me to dine. While we entered the hall I had an urge to ask him, is this a museum? trying not to break anything as we passed by sculptures, paintings,
ceramics and a lot of other pieces of art which I had never seen before.
This unexpected excitement spoiled my appetite, and I was no longer hungry and
instead drank some wine.
He made clear that it is not any kind of a museum, but instead, his Paul’s studio. He lives not in Rome, but by the Terranian sea, where he was going shortly.
I asked Paul how he earns a living. Paul thought a little and tried to find an appropriate explanation. He finally lit on: "I am of independent means and don’t have to earn a living" pouring me another glass of wine.
I asked him: “ Can I buy some of your paintings? How much it will cost me?”
This question Paul left unanswered but he said that commonly he paints his
pictures without the intention to sell them.
Earlier I noticed a little girl and a young woman moving about him.
OMG!!!! I am shaken up. NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT Paul Jaisini’s personal life! I don’t believe this. THANK YOU GOOGLE! this is like really mystifying. I am not an emotional person, rather someone who loves to work hard and get the job done. This turned into something other than working.
Google nowadays is not your “grandfather’s” google so to speak. It is tailored
around you, your daily Internet activity, So finding any news, any special
information is no longer an easy task. I guess because there’s too much of
everything and what one is looking for could be placed out of reach. So we sort
of live on a planet that is flat as in dark ages. I say that because if one is
provided the info that is tailored with limitation it implies that breaking
away is not something one would even comprehend! We are too used to trust our social functioning and think that we know everything, on top of all news provided to us by the honest practice of the broadcasting companies.
We don’t want to be those conspiracy freaks with no trust to anything or
anyone. But truth is, if you don’t want to pay high dollar for some expert
articles on the topics that could give more than the free info, you are really
up against a brick wall of the new unknown reality and a total incapacity to acquire
the needed info of high quality without spending your whole life learning all the crap on the net and beyond in order to find finally what you need.
So search is a tricky mother. If you are creative and sort of spontaneous you
might somehow find your own style of fishing out the essentials. But in my case I
often felt helpless and lost no longer willing to participate in this
undertaking trying to document Gleitzeit.
It doesn’t look like I had managed a short explanation. But this is my formula of
finding something that is not available on the tailored to fit google search.
I enter the variations of phrases and words from the gleitzeit context of emails, postings, essays and add some other words I find on my way of locating Paul Jaisini's links. Turning the tag in a sort of a potion number nine that had proven to fetch some impossible to find info on such a quick inquiry without opening thousands of websites where I might find or might not find anything at all. And the most effective findings are with the tag "invisible" added to other things, be it email abbreviations and so on.
“The other must be his wife”, I thought, because Paul called her with some pet name's asking for a bottle of wine, for a book, or an ash tray.
“Is she your wife? “ I asked just in case.
Paul looked me in the eyes and said: “She is not my wife, nor the mother of my daughter, she is my secretary. “
The secretary I sensed didn’t like me much.
She didn’t call Jaisini by his name, Paul, but she instead addressed him as
mister Jaisini. She seemed obsequious and perhaps didn’t like me for my unrestrained manner and direct questions. She said to Paul: “You should not waste your time on this interview. You need to return to your work. “
Paul said: “It will be few minutes." and spent a few hours with me. A self-ruling man.
Paul didn’t drink any wine but he behaved at times extravagantly, showing the
outlines of the silhouettes in his paintings and explaining what was happening in the pictures.
Paul said that the point of his art being hidden from the public is an
intrigue that engages press in constant attempts to uncover the ‘truth’ behind it all. Nevertheless it is very disappointing, that people don’t care about real art, as they do about private affairs.
We went upstairs and in a spacious hall I saw a large painting. I didn’t hide my
awe.
“Wow! Where did you get such a big piece of canvas? The art stores don’t sell
this linen in such sizes. “
“It is stitched together from pieces," answered Paul.
“How did you reach the upper parts of the painting"
"I climbed the riser. Do you see the nude black man up there, tangled with a
serpent?"
"It reminds me of Laocoön. Is it intentional?"
"No, he is a symbol of physical grace without intellect. Do you see a group of
female bodies intertwined in a threesome?"
"No, I don’t see it. Where is the threesome?"
"To the left, look there."
"I look there."
"There the three figures, here is one, here is another one and the third one."
"Third is not a female figure, it’s some animal."
"It’s a female, but there is an animal, a bit higher up. The clown in the center
tears his mouth in a bloody smile, carrying out his role of a fool, laughing when
he wants to cry."
"Is that a monkey?"
"You got it, she is another symbol of the fate, she stopped hitting the tom-tom,
her direct purpose in circus. When she stopped to play and started to think, she
realized that her life is pitiful and she wants to kill herself. It’s a second
symbol of the same meaning."
"Tell me about that threesome again."
"Well, they show the natural grace, as three graces would, the sensual concept of
procreation."
"This picture must be a depiction of a circus performance, I suppose. Is it ?
Why it is so dynamic?"
"It is a circus performance but is the personal trial of human character. The ball construction is an object: - Paulsen’s ball, it is also a title of the painting."
"This ball creates some weight and it seems to move the composition with it’s
size and position and it seems to be on a verge of rolling down."
"You’re right! I also sense this immediate impulse to prevent the clown to fall
off that ball.
We went to other paintings, whole series of paintings.
When I gathered all my sensations about the art that surrounded me, it was time to leave. Paul Jaisini escorted me to the door. I shook his hand saying:
"You are an interesting man!"
"I am not a man..."
(the last sentence was a good ending)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbolism
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbolism_(arts)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invisibility
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatalism
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gracefulness
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impossible_object
Have to type as I read PDF file that can’t be copied
Have to type as I read PDF file that can’t be copied
I am using magnifying glass to be able to read a a PDF file of very low quality. My eyes are hurting. What I have found is something that is just not available… I must say on the search for anything tagged “invisible” I find some pretty amazing stuff I would never know about (later on that) Now I am sitting in my office instead of having night out. It really is an impossible task to just discern the text. I filled up a spray bottle with cold water to spray my face to frequently refresh my eyes, as they get tired from the magnifying glass. It’s totally worth it, the thrill of discovery is my ultimate high.
Subj: Re: any suggestions?
Date: 2/5/00 Pacific Standard Time
From: bcwoodward@bigfoot.com (B. Woodward)
To: Yustas61@aol.com
CC: Angela Ahermeign
The attached file with original text before translation can be used in all related your project on Paul Jaisini.
All my corrections are in () and sometimes they replace the words nearby, other times they get inserted or have comments as well. It should be clear. Angela, you had some trouble with colloquialisms, unclear constructions and misplaced verb tenses. You switched among various forms of the past with irregularity. I’ve brushed it up. It makes a good narrative, though. Very interesting :)
Original Message-
From Angela A, Sent Thursday, February 03, 2000, 4: 25 PM
to bcwoodward@bigfoot.com
Subject Any suggestions
My first meeting with Paul Jaisini in Rome
(was it your first meeting with him, or just first time in Rome… unclear construction)
Paul Jaisini’s appearance at the exhibition of his art made a lot of noise in 1995 in Rome.
(caused a lot of noise, a lot of excitement, or was it just a noisy appearance?)
After newspapers published the (a) photograph of Paul Jaisini in the empty gallery, I read the article and realized how lucky I was to be in Rome. Nobody saw Paul Jaisini’s paintings. Yes, nobody… This what happened next. I called him once, then (a) second time. (,b)But Paul didn’t return my calls. Unfortunately I was not able to stay on guards (stand guard is the appropriate colloquialism) to catch him by the art gallery being (as I was) preoccupied with my (own) business. So I decided that I have (needed, not have) to find a way to see Paul Jaisini’s (hidden) paintings if he hides them. Such extravagance has (had) to be stopped.
I decided to offer him (no him here) to write a testament about (to) the existence of his art (, which would necessarily lead to him revealing it to me.) which will rise the necessity to see it.
I heard about Paul Jaisini before (that time) because he is quite a (reverse the a and quite) well-known contemporary artist. When I set up the appointment to meet (him) I easily found his cozy two- story town-house surrounded by (an) antique iron fence.
When I called (on) the intercom it took a while to explain who I was and why (I had come) did I come.
Paul meet me at the gate. He looked younger than I (had) expected. Dressed casually.
As a host he cordially offered me to dine. While we were entering (entered) the hall I had an urge to ask him, (“I) is it (this) a museum (?), trying to brake (break) anything, (no comma… as we passed) passing by sculptures, paintings, ceramic pieces (ceramics… drop the p word) and a lot of (other pieces of) art which I (had never seen before. drop rest of the sentence) was not able…
Gosh, I can feel how B. Woodward was feeling… WILL SHE REALLY SEE THE PAINTINGS by PAUL JAISINI?????? my eyes are punishing me for this thrill. I need to stop looking into the magnifier when I am now writing a comment without looking into unreadable copy.
Just waiting to get the courage to continue… my eyes need rest, I made myself some coffee with soy milk. But it surely means I want to prolong the suspense. I have no idea what is written in that text I located only god knows where or how.
I think that a gamer guru would understand me after he/she played hardest strategic games for a very long time and turned into a savvy thrill seeker.
medium.com/art-submissions/don-t-bother-901454f687cd The time has come to start making sense of things, of the world, of each other. We think we’re doing that, but we’re actually doing the opposite. We are complicating…EVERYTHING…tothe point of utter madness. Our world has become one ginormous madhouse, ESPECIALLY cyberspace — this alternate world we created within our world that seems to have created a world within itself — yet to be identified, recognized, and named. Making sense of things is not a bad thing. For example, let’s start with one major web enigma: Paul Jaisini and “Gleitzeit” which is this, uh, odd art movement the guy started in the 90s. If you simply google either of those names, I gaurantee you a good WTF moment or two. You’ll not just be scratching your head over this one. You’ll be scratching every part of your body like a delusional nutcase who thinks your skin is literally crawling with countless bugs. IT’S GONNA BUG THE HELL OUT OF YOU, let’s just say…maybe for a day or a week…or maybe, as for some folks, long after you’ve discovered it. You’ll be itching to understand what it’s about even just a little bit. Your mind will try to make sense of Paul Jaisini and/or Gleitzeit, it will want to, but will fail miserably. Frustration and anger will start setting in. I know because that’s how it was for me and every person that tried. The deeper you dig, the more you try to figure it out, the more confused, overwhelmed, baffled, and perplexed you’ll get. I guess for the people that attempt to understand the Paul Jaisini and Gleitzeit thing or debunk it, my advice is: DON’T EVEN TRY. DON’T GO THERE. IT’S NOT FOR YOU. The sleepless nights, the uncertainty, the questions and ideas that start invading your head, the horror of “waking up” from normality and regularity, the trauma of moving from one dimension to another… is not worth it. Well, for me it was worth it, but not for others. They claim it’s crazy and even dangerous for the mind, Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit. Well, sure, I mean you gotta break some eggs to make an omelette, dontchya? So, Gleitzeit is the omelette and all parties involved in GIG (Gleitzeit International Group) are the eggs. Makes sense. Speaking of which, “they” don’t want it to make sense, not even close. As a member of the group, I’m breaking protocol BIG TIME by writing this, by encouraging that you go out there, look this stuff up and figure it out, take away its shield of senselessness and defeat it… for the sake of a better world and future for us all. I hope someone out there hears me….one way or another, it had to be said…. Stelly Riesling
On this day in 1839, around 10,000 Chartists, led by John Frost, marched on the town of Newport, Monmouthshire, in what would become known as the Newport Rising. It was the last large-scale rebellion to take place in Britain and would result in the deaths of 22 demonstrators, who were shot by troops guarding the Westgate Hotel. The leaders of the rising were convicted of treason and sentenced to be hanged, drawn and quartered, though their sentence was later commuted to transportation.
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.
By the time 1960 rolled around, tail fins were atrophying, color palettes were becoming more pastel and the Jetson or Populux look was in full swing.
In advertising, lower case type and incomplete sentences were expressing a more carefree way of doing things.
This is a fine diecast model. It also came in pale green metallic, but the pale blue defined the era for me.
[day 239]
Time pass, second by second, life get old, but I have to go through what people been experience by myself before I die. And I quite agree with this sentence "Funny when you're dead how people start listenin" lyric from "If I Die Young" THE BAND PERRY.
As a graphic designer, or a artist, there is too many of them out there because almost everyone can be an artist. How you make your artwork outstanding?! This is the challenging point. I'm always looking for that point, and I have to achieve that point before I die... good luck for me azo :)
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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.
WEEK 46 – Statesboro Office DepotMax, Set I
(2/5) The operative phrase in that sentence is that this place *was* an OfficeMax. As you’ll be seeing from my images (beginning with this one), by the time of my 2019 visit this place had become an Office Depot – the chain that was once OfficeMax’s arch rival, but in 2013 (that long ago?!) actually wound up becoming its corporate overlord, as the two companies completed a merger and became one big happy Office DepotMax family.
At my teaser photo, I deliberately posted a close-up pic of the iconic OfficeMax façade with just a glimpse of the Office Depot sign in the frame, and asked y’all to identify what was wrong about the scene. Again, brekmax3829 – who had correctly identified the architecture as belonging to OfficeMax – wrote that “It looks like OfficeMax closed this store and then Office Depot took over.” However, that’s only partially true. (cont.)
Office Depot // 430 Northside Drive E, Suite 120, Statesboro, GA 30458
(c) 2020 Retail Retell
These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)
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
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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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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