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I read an article the other day, called "The Age of Disorder" on RT.com, which in accordance to analysts from Deutsche Bank, we are heading toward a decade of uncertainty and instability, the elite's plandemic/scamdemic, the worsening relationship between US & China. The one thing the article didn't mention was that of the ground level stuff, the sociological collapse of unity (as if we ever had in the first place) the likes of Antifa and the EDL, BLM (Black va Blue), Feminism vs the MRAs and so on and so on, etc, etc.
One thing I have found in photography is the escapism from all this, photography granting the ability (for those who have it) to live in a world of utter chaos but be transfixed by the hues & tones of a flower, or how the grass moves in the wind, the changing colours of leaves on trees, for a moment to be completely, absolutely absorbed and delightfully distracted by the acquisition of artistic endeavours via a camera and a bit of knowledge.
Photography, like all real art (real art, none of this new age crap) is the salvation of the soul(s) of mankind, and I would recommend it to anyone whose willing to learn.
So, with that said, have a great weekend everyone, and as always, thank you! :)
A month ago, I quoted some analysts saying that it won't last more than 3 months and now here we are right at the endgame. As Graham E Fuller -- formerly vice-chair of the National Intelligence Council, having served as Station Chief in Kabul for the CIA -- put it succinctly in his blog on 16th this month :
" The final end of the government in Kxxx is at hand as the inexorable logic of regime collapse gains momentum. It seems more of a surprise to current policymakers than to those many observers with a long-time familiarity with the country’s dynamics. It will not be pleasant to watch, but it has long been inevitable given the utterly unrealistic ambitions and poor policy execution that Washxxx has maintained in Afgxxx. Unfortunately, those darker, but more insightful views on the entire enterprise have long been largely stifled by our media...
... it is the overall decline of Amxxx domestically and geopolitically that is the telltale sign of its deeper weakness; there is an increasing international belief that the UX is living inside a fantasy bubble of denial about maintaining its global hegemony. If the 20-year UX military presence in Afgxxx had actually ever shown any serious concrete advancement towards concrete goals, that would be one thing. But the neocons are ever content to throw good money after bad in the blind pursuit of hegemony — even in the very heart of “the graveyard of empires...
But Washxxx’s focus on Afgxxx in reality has had very little to do with establishing a better and more equitable society for the Afgxxx... "
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On another occasion, I opined that ( amongst the Russian cellists ) " the audience have probably heard too much of Rostropovich, too little of Daniil Shafran, rarely of Knushevitsky, hardly of Yakov Slobodkin, mostly due to the monopoly of the media! Has it occured to them that the order should be the other way round ? " That is to say, if one is really looking for genuine artists and musicians instead of virtuoso, showmanship, playing to the tune of propaganda narratives :
www.youtube.com/results?search_query=rachmaninoff+cello+
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovuH2eWyykY
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Clara Schumann's pupil Carl Friedberg, who was 3 years older than Rachmaninoff and was rather closely associated with Kreisler, Carl Flesch, Schnabel and having collaborated directly with Mahler :
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6mWDbui258
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DOWN IN THE VALLEY (RUSSIAN FOLK SONG) - IVAN SKOBTSOV
Freightliner Shed 66519 pauses at Nuneaton for a crew change as a couple of folk, each with rather different intentions, assess the contents of their electronic screens.
The train is the 9.25am Southampton Maritime CT - Garston FLT containers (4M58).
A number of enthusiasts had been lined up at the end of the platform waiting on a steam locomotive movement from Southall to Crewe, 'Black 5' 45212, and expecting it to use the slow lines.
It came through all right but, to almost everyone's surprise, used the fast lines - and wasn't hanging around either! Needless to say there was much disappointment amongst the thwarted photographers, some commiserations, and just a hint of disgust.
Ces't la vie ......... as Larry Grayson might have said.
3.46pm, 24th April 2018
The phrase "shock and awe" originally referred to a military strategy designed to achieve rapid dominance over an enemy by using overwhelming force and firepower to psychologically paralyse them, effectively destroying their will to fight through a sudden and spectacular display of power; this concept was first outlined by American strategic analysts Harlan K. Ullman and James P. Wade in a 1996 Pentagon briefing document, gaining wider public attention during the 2003 invasion of Iraq.
The Olympus PEN E-PL3 announced on 30 June 2011 is Olympus Corporation's seventh camera that adheres to the Micro Four Thirds system design standard.
Even with only 12 Megapixels it still produces nice results and an all metal body makes it solid and tough.
I don't usually take photos of people without either asking beforehand or telling them I've done so after the fact. Neither happened in this particular case, so the face of the young lady pictured here is somewhat obscured by the post-processing I chose to perform.
She was seated with her male companion at the table in front of mine at a restaurant in Bel Air, Maryland; the town in which I currently reside.
I went there last evening to eat dinner and watch part of the Celtics-Magic basketball game. This photo was taken at half-time of that game as one of the ESPN analysts was babblin' on about the first half highlights.
She was obviously between me and the TV, as that's the analyst you see in the background.
What I really wanted was a photo of her peace sign earrings.
The camera was sitting on the table having dinner with me, though it didn't actually eat. I didn't pick the camera up off the table so as to not draw attention to the fact I was about to photograph someone who's permission I had not been granted.
I merely tilted the camera up towards the earring and took this single photograph.
I liked it. Maybe you will, too.
You can get a better view of that earring by clicking here.
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Prepare yourself to meet
The girl who cannot sleep
Dividing every question
Till the questions are complete
Every twisted tongue,
She studies everyone.
She won't leave any stone unturned
The night is oh so young
She's traveling back in time,
Questioning every line
That someone said
She's trying to understand
Can you be sure we haven't met
See the eyes they don't forget
They wander through the passage-ways
That tease a restless mind
Can't afford to slip
The picture has to fit
Her world's a photograph
That gets dissected bit by bit
Free her mind, She's always the analyst
The analyst - Delta Goodrem.
In the early 1980s, Zuritanian analysts realized that their country faced a bomber gap: foreign powers in Yafran and Emmeria had developed Mach 3 bombers capable of penetrating Zuritanian airspace and dropping nuclear weapons. Too fast for SAMs to catch, only an interceptor could stop them. President Fischer ordered a development program for a new Mach 3 jet to counter them, but anything going that fast is expensive. Budgetary pressures put the project on hold for 10 years. In 1989, with tensions on the rise, the Security Department restarted the program and adopted neighboring Kimmeria's Meme-25, already 20 years old, as a stopgap. It could intercept enemy bombers, but lacked the payload to serve as a bomber itself. Luckily, it never had to prove itself as an interceptor. Finally, in 1989, the engineers at West Rodinian Aviation made a breakthrough: we don't need better engines to reach Mach 3, only bigger engines. That did the trick.
In the photo above, the first B-5 is pulled out from a factory hanger onto the taxiway by a pushback tractor for test flights. It has not yet received its coat of expensive RAM paint, but is otherwise ready for service.
Analyst.
Διδασκαλία μυαλού καινοτομίες διαφωνίες που επιβεβαιώνουν αξιώσεις απόλυτα μηνύματα που αναφέρουν αρχές που εξαρτώνται από παράγοντες που ξεφεύγουν από διαφορές που ανακαλύπτουν διαδρομές,
žlugdanti realybė kliudė sprendimams koreguoti diskursyvius komponentus, apimančius puslapius su neprilygstamomis darbų sąvokomis, žinant, kodėl reikia kurti pastangas,
أخطاء ديدان دلالات مجالات عوائق متصاعدة أسئلة مضيئة أخبار مطلقة تزهر نباتات تعاليم تقليدية تفسيرات تنبيهات,
sonidos que distraen al maestro atento actividades mentales energías conscientes reconocer egos terrores abrumadores facultades de ensueño olores distantes,
percevoir des objets contempler des confusions des voix tumultueuses tourner des contenus montrer des idées des miroirs réfléchissants dissimuler des formes maléfiques,
裂け目 深い習慣 行為を制御する 呼び出し 嫌がらせ 幽霊 心理レベル フォローする 大きな視野 思考 マスター 無意味な状態 答えを交換.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Natural light portrait - light from the window
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I took this picture today morning, while my daughter was getting ready for work in the office
After graduating from university, she found a job as an analyst in a software company
All last week they have been working remotely from home and this Monday, going to go out, the child was sad that she would have to trudge to the office, instead of lying on the bed with her laptop all day
30 minutes later, my wife received a call and in the course of the conversation, I realized that the child was returning home
Wondering what happened, I thought about different things that could happend, but my wife dispelled my doubts, it’s just that my daughter’s work continues to be remote
Would you hire such an analyst?
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Md & MUA: Daughter
Ph & retouch: mine
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Date: October 26, 2020
Camera: Sony a7 iii (ILCE7M3)
Lens: Carl Zeiss Batis 85mm f/1.8
Exposure: 1/200sec at f/1.8, 85mm, ISO 1600
Western defense analysts are uncertain of this new version’s full capabilities, but it is believed that the new SMT-version has advanced avionics and weaponry very close to-, or on par with state-of-the-art western hardware. Backing these claims is the alleged export ban on the new MiG-35 version issued by the West-Russian government.
Complete rebuild of my old Mig-29 SMT model, now converted to a fictitious future upgraded version of the MiG-35. Several of the upgrades takes a great deal of inspiration from Julius D's brilliant 1:33 scale MiG-29.
An analyst from the task force began to identify patterns that led her to believe that Al-Asad fighters were massing in the Naran Darre mountains. Intelligence Officer codename Grayhawk was brought in to assist due to his intimate knowledge of the mountains.
The task force's first objective is to perform close target reconnaissance on the suspected cave complex. Grayhawk hand-picked three recon operators for this task. To prevent alerting the fighters in the mountains, the team prepared UTVs for insertion into the AO.
To be continued...
Note: The story, all names, characters, and incidents are fictitious.
Some literary analysts have described Pinocchio as an epic hero. Like many Western literary heroes, such as Odysseus, Pinocchio descends into hell; he also experiences rebirth through metamorphosis, a common motif in fantasy literature.
Throughout the work, Collodi chastises Pinocchio for his lack of moral fiber and his persistent rejection of responsibility and desire for fun. Since Collodi frequently wrote in support of Italian Unification and the new state that was to arise from it, the book may be seen as having been influential in nation-building.[9] Before writing Pinocchio, Collodi had written a series of pedagogic story books for use in the new nation's elementary schools. The series was called Il viaggio per l'Italia di Giannettino ("Little Johnny's voyage through Italy").
The structure of the story of Pinocchio follows that of the folk-tales of peasants who venture out into the world but are naively unprepared for what they find, and get into ridiculous situations. At the time of the writing of the book, this was a serious problem, arising partly from the industrialization of Italy, which led to a growing need for reliable labour in the cities; the problem was exacerbated by similar, more or less simultaneous, demands for labour in the industrialization of other countries. One major effect was the emigration of much of the Italian peasantry to cities and to foreign countries such as the United States.
The main imperatives demanded of Pinocchio are to work, be good, and study. And in the end Pinocchio's willingness to provide for his father and devote himself to these things transforms him into a real boy with modern comforts
www.heavybit.com/library/video/2015-09-01-donnie-berkholz
In this Heavybit Speaker Series, Donnie Berkholz of 451 Research will offer insights into analyst coverage areas and how to present to them, context-setting for analyst briefings, and finally, how to engage with analysts on their upcoming research calendars.
Heavybit / Dailon Weiss
20 May 2019 - TALK TOGETHER
Session : The Male Disadvantage in Education
Speakers : Camilla Stoltenberg, Director-General, Norwegian Institute of Public Health; Head, Norwegian National Commission on Gender Equality in Education
With ** Francesca Borgonovi, Senior Analyst, Policy Advice and Implementation, Directorate for Education and Skills, OECD
OECD Headquarters, Paris.
Photo : © Hervé Cortinat / OECD
An analyst from the task force began to identify patterns that led her to believe that Al-Asad fighters were massing in the Naran Darre mountains. Intelligence Officer codename Grayhawk was brought in to assist due to his intimate knowledge of the mountains.
The task force's first objective is to perform close target reconnaissance on the suspected cave complex. Grayhawk hand-picked three recon operators for this task. To prevent alerting the fighters in the mountains, the team prepared UTVs for insertion into the AO.
To be continued...
Note: The story, all names, characters, and incidents are fictitious.
According to a senior Moody’s analyst, Nigeria’s oil output is expected to fall by 15% if urgent step is not taken to address the crowd-out investment effect the industry is currently facing as a result of cash flow shortage for investment.
Nigeria earn the status of Africa’s...
www.elist.ng/2015/11/analyst-forecast-fall-in-nigerias-oi...
Maya D. Wiley (born January 2, 1964) is an American lawyer, professor, and civil rights activist. She has served as president and CEO of The Leadership Conference on Civil and Human Rights since May 2022. Wiley served as counsel to New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio. She chaired the Civilian Complaint Review Board (CCRB) from 2016 to 2017.[1][2] She was an MSNBC legal analyst from August 2018 to January 2021.[3] Wiley ran in the 2021 New York City Democratic mayoral primary, placing third.
Maya Wiley
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President and CEO of the Leadership Conference on Civil and Human Rights
Incumbent
Assumed office
May 2, 2022
Preceded by
Wade Henderson
Chair of the Civilian Complaint Review Board
In office
July, 2016–August, 2017
Preceded by
Jonathan Darche
Succeeded by
Frederick Davie
Personal details
Born
January 2, 1964 (age 59)
Syracuse, New York, U.S.
Political party
Democratic
Spouse
Harlan Mandel
Children
2
Relatives
George Wiley (father)
Education
Dartmouth College (BA)
Columbia University (JD)
Wiley is the senior vice president for social justice at The New School and a professor at the Milano School of Policy, Management, and Environment. In March 2022, the Leadership Conference on Civil and Human Rights announced Wiley's appointment as its president and CEO, and of its sister group, The Leadership Conference Education Fund, effective May 2.[4][5]
Early life and education
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Wiley was born on January 2, 1964, in Syracuse, New York, and raised in Washington, D.C.[6] Her father was civil rights leader and academic George Wiley. Her mother, Wretha Frances (Whittle) Wiley, was white, and inspired her to focus on progressive issues.[7][8] On August 8, 1973, Wiley's 42-year-old father fell overboard while sailing with Wiley and her older brother on his 23‐foot boat on Chesapeake Bay, Maryland.[9][10] On August 12, 1973, his body was found floating in the bay off the shore of Chesapeake Beach, Maryland, after a three-day search.[11][12]
Wiley earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in psychology from Dartmouth College in 1986[13] and a Juris Doctor from Columbia Law School.[14]
Career
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Wiley in 2015
Wiley served in the Civil Division of the U.S. Attorney Office for the Southern District of New York.[15]
In 2013, Wiley was mentioned as a potential president of the NAACP, but the post went instead to Cornell William Brooks.[16] Before being appointed counsel to Mayor Bill de Blasio in 2014, she worked for the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund, the American Civil Liberties Union and the Open Society Institute.[17]
Wiley spent two and a half years as counsel to de Blasio, during which time she became known for coining the term "agents of the city" in an attempt to prevent public disclosure of de Blasio's communications with lobbyists.[18] She also founded and served as president of the Center for Social Inclusion, a national policy strategy organization dedicated to dismantling structural racism.[19][17][20][21]
Wiley has taught at The New School and appeared on MSNBC as a political and legal analyst.[22]
2021 New York City mayoral campaign
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Main article: 2021 New York City Democratic mayoral primary
Wiley ran in the Democratic primary for mayor of New York City in 2021.[22] In June 2021, Wiley was endorsed by U.S. Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez,[23][24] and former presidential candidates Julian Castro[25] and Elizabeth Warren.[26] She was also endorsed by The Strokes, whose song "Starting Again" was included in a campaign advertisement.[27] The band also played a fundraising concert at Irving Plaza on June 12, 2021.[28] Wiley placed third in the Democratic primary, behind Eric Adams and Kathryn Garcia.[29]
Personal life
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Wiley is married to Harlan Mandel, CEO of the Media Development Investment Fund.[18] They live in Brooklyn with their two daughters.[7]
Day 5 of 2017 Mid-Season Invitational Group Stage at Jeunesse Arena in Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, on 14 May 2017.
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The Foot Clan has been in a state of heavy 'restructuring' ..a term used by top Foot Analysts. Advertising,recruitment,munitions,payoffs & bribes,top secret labs,weapon development,underground facilities, and hi-security projects. The Foot ,while well established for centuries and by far one of the wealthiest organizations in the solar system..it's budget has been ever increasing especially with close encounters of the Turt- kind :four particular enemy mutant terrapins. In the late 1980s and early '90s.. strange and intergalactic allegiances had been made. Some as far as Dimension X. Technodromes,robots,odd and massive weapons,looney vehicles,alien terrorism,wasted resources on petty vendettas became the foil to the Foot's reputation. Within the humiliation..desperate moves called for desprate displeasures and mutants became all the rage. Name a battle and place.. and name a mutant (and money)the Foot hasn't thrown at the enemy Turtles. Bebop and Rocksteady had a monster army all their own and the boss couldn't help but use every single flesh and blood genetically engineered goon as his pawn. At the dawn of the new millennium
things were getting out of hand and at the ultimate disappearance
of the beloved buisiness leader : Oroku Saki, the schizms felt thru'out the entire organization were beyond tremendous. Mutants just weren't a priority and several major Foot genetic labs were broken up and eliminated entirly or spit into several small more manageable labs.
However ..freek incidents such as one involving the Turtle's friends: Quarry.Stonebiter, and Razorfist..much like the Shredder's great defeat are quickly covered-up and are considered 'accidents'. These labs also serve as baby-sitting vicinities
..if you will , for a few more well known but somewhat forgotten Foot lackies..such as tOkKa. tOkK tho' was more of a floater..and hot potato. Bouncing around different labs within the Clan until one two many red lights went off and Karai ordered tOkKa caged far far away.. west..some obscure,long lost and forgotten 'Foot' dive and storgae facility. For discipline and re-evaluation of tOkKa's potential. Reeducation ..and general guinea pig status. tOkKa was left in the subterranean prison to rot and be lab moused by wayward and demented Foot Techs. He'd be lucky if Baxter Stockman gave a suprise 2 minute spot check for fire violations on electro-pizza munster capacitors. O' to be human.. peoples never have to face such disaters.
And well cr4p..this was was'll pretty heavy for the toddler terror. Knockin' tOkKa down a few pegs seems what this monster-mash of snapper-lifestyle could afford him. But he was startin' to 'un'-sbap..that's not a good thing when yir an unwanted alligator snapper and only 'wanted' by posters in 9 of 50 states. All this former child star's exposure was limited to a couple of posters in a posta office in some mosquiter-ridden down far south of Omaha.Things get pretty lame when your best friend leaves. Rahzar had made a point of not stickin' around.. after a short burst of inspiration by watching a 48 hour marathon of what consisted no less than a bunch of old 'Barney' tapes & 1 rerun of 'Newsradio'. Next thing ya know..Rahz was inspired & joined the Peace Corps on humanitarian efforts to fill pot holes in Uganda. tOkK just had to realize these werne't the good ol' monster-mutant pizza stompin' n' Turtle smashin' times him n' his pal had back in the junkyard. Things were looser. Playing catch with rusty radiators and hide n' seek in the partn'parked junk cars was all so fun. Rahzar always won at hide n' seek. tOkK never tried hard enuff'.. and a 9 foot snapper is gonna have to hide a little bit better than under a pile of one tire. Yep..the 'Secret of the Ooze' was out. And strategy to defeat the enemy was in. Simply throwing a couple of monsters at the Turtles doesn't cut' it anymore. Evil schemes used to be much more simpler back in the day.
Late one night in his dusty,dirty, and cat-pee smellin' cage ..tOkKa was rather rotten feeling. After a distrubing night from sleepin' in his own vomit and a relaitve ill left in his tummy from too much of the daily gruel his cage masters left..(usually a bowl of stale-surplus Pizza Crunchabungas from the abandoned warehouse and rusty water)summin was going down. tOkK into into a deep disturbing sleep. Drooling a bit more excessively than normal. The taste of donust but a distant memory. ..ever so slightly the scent of evaporated rain began to fill his lowly dungeon..and eerie most warmth slowly re-woke the snapper to the vision of prehensile,near translucent fingers coming tword him. An increasingly bright white light and the temptation to "Bright White Light" three times fast filled tOkKie's sad-sorry bubbly baby brain. Three gaunt and noiseless figures of pale complexion and large black n' hallow eyes seemed to be floating into the old giant cage.
The light became brighter. And suddenly tOkKa was gone to a 'nowhere' land. Strangely the desire to sing about a'Nowhere Man' was in his beaky beetle vocabulary at the time. What tOkKa could see.. was nothing but bright light.. but as if fading into existence from a fine mist.. his three visitors returned. These were the Sons of Silence ,enigmatic creatures from well beyond Dimension X and the bane Utrom scientists everywhere. Such prejudices even lead to fractured and biased science. The same kind of bias that lead many to believe that the evil Krang WASN'T an utrom. O'please. Back from the ramble.. the 3 visitors presented tOkKa a magical orb. Small little voices inside tOkKa's head gently invited tOkKa to touch this 'Turn Stone' ..and these werne't his regular voices in his head neither. They was like real creepy ones too !! tOkK of coarse usually listens to his stomach first and the voices second. And what sure had set shockwaves thru'out this vast limbo.
tOkK wrapped his beaky baby lips around the magical ball..and in one full sshlloopp**~~of his snake like tounge..::the snapper devoured the Turn Stone whole !!
The limbo at once became pitch black..then ..
chaos..!!
tOkK .. laying ing in a near fetal position lifted himself up on very wobbly ground. Something didn't feel right. Lotsa things didn't. He peered straight
down. His tyrannosaur toes were now socked-soaked footsies. Not unlike that of the feets he saw on the naked humans in the movies ..but still somehow still his ol' familiar stompers. It got weirder. Aside from the backof his neck and teenie-weeny hairs his eyes were to beady to see and his noodle was too stoopit to care about..he saw through his new yet familiar eyes that teenie-tiny hairs were all over. Mostly on his new egg-shaped noggin'. Greesy blackish n' dirty blonde hairs were all over in his face. His beak seemed like it feel off..instead he had what the human peoples called a 'noid'. Er summin'. This new beak felt freeky.. and the front of it felt bumpy but smooth. The scales all over were smoother.
The two little slits on his face could smell things. And not his frsh icky,mud-moist he was so used to. This was a sticky peoples smell. He smelled like the Foot Clan's footlocker.. and icky human under arm shirt thingies.Things were danglin' in places he really hadn't thought about before..and he seemed to have adopted a helmet with the frontal lobe of one of the enemy..::Donatello. He stood erecter-er than he used to..and this new body's shell was light as it's frame. Spikies were there..and his claws were too..but these new claws reminded him of the gorrillas and he somehow grew a couple of what the humanies called 'thumbs' and 'fingerners'. These new claws were big and bulky but he could prolly hold a big crayon if he wanted. They grasped odd versions of the weapons of his enemies. The big stick was the easiest for him to play with. He fwacked and whacked and batted it about like a slugger at the Yankees. He tried to do a fancy maneuver like in the ninja movies and the fighting the Feets Soldiers did. But the warrior 'never-to-be' ..he fell flat on his new beak and flatter on the place where his plastron once was. He slowly lifted himself back up with his monkey paws and noticed his surroundings. The white of the limbo was gone scattered moving images surrounded like his faintest memories and things he'd never knew he's ever notice. As if the inside of his cranium had cracked open and spilt out into enire air. It was all to much for him to consume. At the bottom of his new ol' heart.. he felt summin' real bad.
Fear ..
But pea-brains think pea-sized thoughts. tOkKa wasn't sure what he was thinkin'..but if he could he would have asked questions.
"I am i a pal to my enemies ?? Am i a heretic or hero ?? Fan or Fiend ?? Freind or foe ?? Was this the spurt of one or a collective of many ideas from many creators ?? Was this a different dimension..was this body a guise he'd adopted on some other plain ?? Or had someone simply adopted him ?? His best pal Rahzar ?? What of him..would he ever get to play telephone pole tag with him and get throw eggs at mayor's office again ?? What about his enemy and four-coarse meal ticket ?? Would he ever get to bite the bandana off the one called Mickerangerlo..the one that teased and tickled him when tOkKa had fallen in battle ?? And the other three: Donteteller,Leonerdo, and Nerfael ?? Would he ever get to rip them to shreds like a puppy with a cheap chew-toy ?? And the Rat ??
Will i ever see my mum again ??
..the questions were to big.. his mind was too small..the questions never came. They would have..but just didn't. The chaos over came him. The snapper was reduced to a quivering inferno of pain. The images increased and the noise became to loud. He smacked the stick in half with his now sharpless teeth !! He wanted to run !! His new set of spikes meant nuthin'..he wished himself tucked back into his shell never to come out again.
tOkKa started to miss NYC..and the junkyard. He became to weak to think anymore & curled back into a fetal position and started to cry. The chaos around him started to evolve into shadows. The fear had crippled tOkKa ..and his new body seemed more of a scam. The soft voices returned..the chaos beacme more grey..and the scent of evaporated rain returned. The Sons seemed to be stating that they sought out intresting minds in all worlds,all dimensions, and in all galaxies. This is to learn and gain for whatever purposes they deem would serve their goals. Their intention was not to harm but extract and seek information. The after effects with tOkKa's mergance with the 'Turn Stone' was unintended. They seemed to be sorry for the erratic disruption. The Turn Stone seemed to have digested itself or something. The ball floated out of the shadows tword tOkKa feet. It spoke !!
"Don't cry tOkKa.. you fear things you need not !! Your family and friends are still here." ..
The turtle's insides warmerd.
"Soon you will be back to where you once were. Somehow you will not ever forget the dualies and multi-alities of what you have just seen. You will always be part of a chaos you can not ever understand. And perhaps you don't need to. Somehow you shall remember that you are part of a chaos that is so much larger and more beautiful than you could possibly imagine !! I'm so sorry for your pain and how we may have fractured your heart even more. But now you must go from this everything-nothing. Goodbye, my friend. "
tOkKa became very sleepy in his fetus state. He didn' understand anything. The heavier he felt the more like the grey was dissipating . He could feel his hunch returning..even the bad after taste of steel and rancid lettuce in his mouth. He could feel his spikies and his claws were becoming more inverted as they were. His dinosaur foots and stubbly;clubby toes turned back into a raptors. For a split second he could feel the millions of years of evolution and the struggles of his reptilian snapper ancestors. He could feel the evolution. But it became to heavy..and the warm rain scent became colder and colder. The wetness became colder..almost like snow. The snapper had returned..and things became pitch black one more time. Too much for baby..too too much.
RADICALACTIVE !!
The quiet of the lab and the darkness was alit once again ..the old light fixture overhead flickered and buzzed. The low 'Foot Tech' came in ready to feed the beast with morsels and and watered slime. The Tech was armed and fearless incase the beast was ready to strike at the less than generous portions provided. The Tech was ready to prod the snapper with painful electricals if need be.
..but the big cage at the far end of the room was empty. The cheap lock system was broken..as if bitten off. A large string of near gigantic foot prints shown as if something retile like had merely stumbled out of the cage upon closer inspection. The Tech dropped the tray.Then the tracks merely disappeared at the foot of the entry way. Suddenly frantic and angry at such substandard security. Now fearful for the consequences..for loosing one of the Shredder's beasts. The Tech filed a report that the mutant had merely died due to poor nutrition. A fairly simple and common trait of the decades of continual abuse in the Foot Genetics divisions.
"The body of the creature has been properly disposed of."
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epilogue .. :
Far away someplace deep & beyond the city..in a junk yard :2 beastly things ..one like a very large wolf-man and his companion ..a creepy and Gamera like beast are playing Radiator catch. Those who witnesses claim of the pure terror that surrounds just a glimpse of the bumbling characters. The evolution of the junkyard defeats and hides the evidence of proof in such sightings. Most huamnies and workers at the junk yard attribute these sightings to hallucinations. Some homeless persons claim to here the shreiks of a dragon-baby crying for his 'Mama'.The schiz0-snapper is still out there.. not understanding the chaos.. but somehow frenetic & uneasily content that something amazing is always around the corner. and donuts, and turtles, and Rahzar, and spikies !! To paraphrase an argument between a prickly-puppy and a dead pickle-puss that did not happen ..::
Shakespeare: What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't?
tOkKa: "GRAHH!!"
Shakespeare: Say, from whence You owe this strange intelligence? Or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting?
tOkKa: "Master say .. 'Have Fun' ..
..me am tOkKa !! ..me think, ther'for ..my Yam !!"
..inks,magic marker,design markers,crayons,colour pencils and Ph.shop,Fireworks,alien technology- 18, May 2006
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