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You don't gotta tell me 'bout your body count, baby, I ain't gonna post you on my page. 'Cause odds are that goodbyes are coming soon, so maybe you should put a rubber on your heart before it breaks.
― Jessie Reyez
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-->> .. when for to Snapper's turn to drive the Shreddermobile??
....spin that wheel..
..'ll drive it off Spike's Peak..
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-->> .. summer '03, first time i ever met Kevin.
Totally made an ass of myself that weekend n' was beating myself up for an entire year for the whole embarrassing incident. Kevin prolly forgot about it less than 3 minutes later.
Whatever, nowadays - 10 years on Kevin and the entire HEAVY METAL crew give me a bunch of sh7t n' mess with my head. That's actually a good thing, so Tokka must be doing summin' right. Or still doing everything very very wrong.
Interesting that everyone was totally oblivious to the GIANT Kaiju Raphael attacking the city behind us.
~ t
"Findley was always a killer on the axe." - Flea, Red Hot Chili Peppers
"I'll never forget the first time I saw Findley KILLIN' It~ I've been in therapy ever since!!!" - BaBa Booey
The light trace from the awesome 'Bodycount' fairground ride at the Michaelmas Fair, Banbury.
October 2015
A common sight in german woods, due to missing rain in the past years. Huge areas of forrest are sick or dead.
canon 24mm f2.0 fd
I was invited to a wedding by an american friend. later on we talked about the american laws on guns. I pointed out for the madness, due to the high bodycount, that the second amendment is demanding. They agreed on every single argument, but explained that they are to afraid of their society and distrusting it too much, to drop arms first. I wanted to pose them on the window, to take a picture that captures an aspect of that insanity. Than the cat stepped in curiously, and took part into finding out what the cat down the road is dooing. After that we had a big lough, what forced them to drop the guns. I hope for american society, that one day a huge cat will come, to resolve that viscius circle with tears of loughter.
My #Trip
"I am like, so enjoying my amazing winter trip. Totally excited to get dressed up for my New Year's celebration AND leveling up my bodycount."
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Kaya
With my BMF Enzo
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Upon the occasion of my seventeenth birthday, my parents decided a day trip to the ‘big smoke’ was in order. Oh, we had made that sojourn a few times from the wilds of Northern Ontario, even spending a weekend once, so as my sister and I could revel in the joys of the Canadian National Exhibition…colloquially known as “The Ex”. You know though, sometimes, when one resides up in a rural vastness, the evening silence becomes so deafening that you can barely hear yourself think. Well apparently, this phenomenon happened to my father one night and he blurted out amongst all the thrashing and bashing of mosquitos in the night, bombastic barrages of the gentle breeze slashing and ripping its way among the leaves in the forest and the earthshattering, seismic rumbling of a hoot owl landing upon a fallen leaf, “I think we ought to bring Dad along…he will love it.”
I have no idea, as I was sent to bed shortly after, just how the results of World War III turned in the favour of my father but, when the dust had settled and the bodycount had reached into the millions, we were motoring down the 400 (Provincial highway), my sister and I cowered in on either side of a man who nary spoke a discernible word the whole way and kept repeating under his breath, so as it was just barely audible to his two fellow backseat passengers, “Their time will come…their time will come.” At one point, I think dad heard it and luckily we were in close enough range that he could turn up CHUM-AM a little louder.
I gasped in wonderment at all the tall buildings, scraping the sky with pointed tentacles, or flourished crowns…the majestic grandeur of cosmopolitan life always astounded me on our visits. We toured between one mammoth example of modern architecture after another, Grandpa trudging behind, mumbling, cursing and begging for an answer from some unseen divinity why he was being subjected to such torture. At one point, down in the Railway Lands, I went back to him and clasped him around the shoulder, pointing up to brilliant and imposing structure, jutting up into the city skyline and a stark, yellow pedestrian bridge leading our view towards it…”Grandpa, is that not the most amazing sight you have ever seen?”
He shrugged my arm off him and took one step away from me. For a moment, his keen eyes stared at me from underneath his heavy gray eyebrows, then he smirked and looked back towards the buildings…pointing, he said, “Is that where the Jetsons live?”
Each of the 19,240 soldiers who died on the first day of the Battle of the Somme are represented by a 12 inch figure, wrapped and bound in a hand-stitched shroud and arranged in rows on the ground by artist Rob Heard. Photographed on College Green Bristol on Remembrance Sunday 2016
ID digits on the chiller doors at a disused mortuary- obviously unlucky for some. Maybe that's what's meant by the saying "you'll know when your number's up".
From a trip last year with LED Eddie
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Day 5. Body Count--A euphemism for how many people one has had sex with. Initially referred to specifically sexual intercourse
#comics
Model Megan Breese and Faith Breese
Dress: Megan - Jasper Conran at Debenhams, Faith - bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Body Count
Photography by Dirk Behlau. All rights reserved. Copyright 2020.
“CARNIVORE”, the band’s second album for Century Media Records, continues the path of its uncompromising and critically acclaimed predecessors, “Bloodlust” (2017) and “Manslaughter” (2014), in pairing ICE-T’s angry and socio-critical lyrics with thick guitar riffs and nods to metal and hardcore greats like Slayer, Metallica, Pantera, Suicidal Tendencies and Rage Against The Machine.
“Carnivore” will be released on March 6th, 2020. Pre-orders for all formats will start on January 10th, 2020.
Body Count are:
Ice-T – Vocals
Ernie C – Guitar, backing vocals
Juan Garcia – Guitar, backing vocals
Vincent Price – Bass, backing vocals
Ill Will – Drums
Sean E Sean – Samples, backing vocals
Model Megan Breese and Faith Breese
Dress: Megan - Jasper Conran at Debenhams, Faith - bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Model Megan Breese and Faith Breese
Dress: Megan - Jasper Conran at Debenhams, Faith - bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Model Megan Breese and Faith Breese
Dress: Megan - Jasper Conran at Debenhams, Faith - bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Model Faith Breese
Dress: bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat and parasol: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Model Megan Breese and Faith Breese
Dress: Megan - Jasper Conran at Debenhams, Faith - bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Model Faith Breese
Dress: Ted Baker
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable designer clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class children. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Model Megan Breese and Faith Breese
Dress: Megan - Jasper Conran at Debenhams, Faith - bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Model Megan Breese and Faith Breese
Dress: Megan - Jasper Conran at Debenhams, Faith - bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
The Kabuki Twins approach fast. Robin throws a batarang but they avoid it and keep moving.
Splr: "They are fast."
Rbn: "So are we."
They take out their bo-staffs and prepare for attack. The Twins have their claws out and they cut Robin. Spoiler hits one of them over the head, but she cuts her too. The two get back up, with the Twins standing in front of the door.
Splr: "We can't take them, Robin. What do we do? Ask for back-up?"
Rbn: "That would take to long."
As they prepare for another round with the twins, Orca stands back up, and she stands behind Spoiler and Robin.
Orca: "Why aren't you dead yet?"
Splr: "Oh come on!"
Rbn: "Okay, maybe time for back-up."
Spoiler and Robin stand back to back with Orca and the Twins closing in. As they prepare to attack, the backdoor opens.
???: "Halt your attacks!"
Orca and the Twins look up, and in the opening stands Penguin, together with Magpie, one of his lieutenants. She aims a gun at Spoiler and Robin. Penguin steps outside and the Twins and Orca back off.
Pngn: "Robin and... Eehm, we haven't met yet, have we?"
Splr: "No we have not."
Pngn: "Ooh, you are a feisty one. So what do I call you?"
Splr: "Spoiler."
Pngn: "Interesting. So, Robin and Spoiler. What do I owe this visit to?"
Rbn: "Way to many things, but there is one in particular."
Pngn: "Shoot."
Rbn: "The murderer of Two-Face's lieutenant."
Oswald's eyes widen.
Pngn: "I see, you're after him too?"
Rbn: "Yes. We came here to ask if you had any information for us, but your goons wouldn't let us in."
Splr: "Our intentions were peacefully."
Pngn: "I see. My appologies. My men can get startled when they see capes and masks. Orca, go back inside. I won't need you for this... peacefull conversation."
Orca looks angry at Robin and Spoiler, but without saying a word she leaves.
Pngn: "So, the Watcher. What do you want to know?"
Rbn: "Everything you know about the murder."
Pngn: "Well lets see. Michael Segerra, wanted for many crimes. Got murdered last night by a man who calls himself the Watcher."
Splr: "The Watcher?"
Pngn: "Yes sweetheart. He calls himself the Watcher, because he claims he's always watching us. He could even be watching us right now."
Rbn: "Why does he want to kill you and Harvey?"
Pngn: "No clue. You know we have a lot of enemies, Harv and I. I don't know which one of them would like to kill us this time."
Rbn: "Do you know how he looks?"
Pngn: "You don't know how he looks? I thought you would've known already."
Rbn: "Why would that be?"
Pngn: "Because, the guy dresses up like your mentor. He dresses like Batman."
Rbn: "What? Really?"
Pngn: "Magpie, sweetheart, get the flashdrive with the feed from Michaels helmet please."
Magpie nodds and goes inside. A moment later she walks back out and hands the drive to Spoiler.
Pngn: "Those are Michael's last moments. His whole murder was filmed through a camera in his vizor. The Watcher is on there, the way he talks, the way he moves, his weapons. That should help you a lot."
Splr: "Why give this to us?"
Pngn: "Because the Watcher is a common enemy for the both of us. I would want him dead, but I suppose you wouldn't. That's why I won't get in your way."
Splr: "You want us to do your dirty work?"
Pngn: "If you would let me do it, there would be much more blood, and a higher bodycount. Now go. I can't be of any more assistance to you, and I have a casino to run."
Penguin nodds, and he and the Kabuki Twins and Magpie walk back in with him.
Splr: "You think this is legit?"
Rbn: "Penguin might be a villain, but he's an honest villain. Lets get back to the Batcave and see what's on here. Penguin might be right, this may help us a lot."
Spoiler puts the drive in a sidepocket and the both of them fire a grapplinghook into the night, and they swing away, as Penguin looks out of his window with a smile.
Model Megan Breese
Dress: Chantelle Original
Parasol: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
My #Trip
"I am like, so enjoying my amazing winter trip. Totally excited to get dressed up for my New Year's celebration AND leveling up my bodycount."
X💋
Kaya
With my BMF Enzo
© Enhanced Decadence by Kaya Sai. All rights reserved worldwide
#secondlife #metaverse #metavercelebrity #luxurygirl #decadence #decadent #Bimbo #metaverseinfluencer #Fashionista #slayingit💯
Model Faith Breese
Dress: bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat and parasol: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Model Megan Breese and Faith Breese
Dress: Megan - Jasper Conran at Debenhams, Faith - bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Spooktober is one giant countdown till Halloween
Featuring: Mumu, Amaury, CriCri
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At Cristiana Haute Couture, the models are very beautiful, but they harbor ugly secrets of drug addiction, past abortions, and forbidden loves. Intending blackmail, Isabella has recorded all their scandals in a secret diary. When she is brutally slain by a faceless killer, her diary falls into other hands, but no one who comes into contact with the diary is safe from her murderer, who wishes its contents to remain unknown.
Mario Bava, inspired by the shower scene in "Psycho," approached each of the six murders in this movie as an individual masterpiece of suspense, invention and cruelty. The film is all the more shocking for staging its mayhem with a paranoid visual style. It went on to inspire future generations of filmmakers from Martin Scorsese to Quentin Tarantino.
Body Count - Ice-T
On the Warzone Stage
Hellfest Open Air - 10th edition
Clisson, France | 20/06/2015
Live report on MusicWaves
Philippe Bareille
Model Megan Breese and Faith Breese
Dress: Megan - Jasper Conran at Debenhams, Faith - bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
Model Megan Breese and Faith Breese
Dress: Megan - Jasper Conran at Debenhams, Faith - bespoke handmade by Ann Rose
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant dead bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us. They wash up like driftwood on our shores.
I did this shoot with English Roses, 5 year old Megan and her 12 year old sister Faith, dressing them in fashionable clothes, hoping the look may make people see differently. "Normal" looking white middle class childten. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of their death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you?
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.." ..your brain dunn bubble ,tOkKa.. tap is leaking again..
..a planet in mourning .. my heart is enflamed..
.. Sacred hurt..
Bodycount..
..vision, a voice.. doing ones best ..feeling ones's worst.. Thank you.. i thank you.. i thank you so much.
Throw this shell in the bodycount..
.. they won n' now what ? Thank you so much for despondency.. thank you so much .. .. i wish to thank them
..i want to ask them what the f7ck they all want from me ?? ..
O' wait ..what the hell did i do this time??
Please crack my spine.. please break my ribs.
Jesus a liege..a savior indeed.. they've made him a leech of a sovereign ..that's why i leave.
Thank you.. i thank you.. i thank you so much.
He drinks and she drinks.. how many go numb..
..bubble up brain.. yeh ..noone understands.. noone can.. noone will..
Sucking and screaming.. repining..
Things can always get better..within' they get worse.. one afirmation is another one's curse.
Amassment of grey thought ..the middle i walk..
..darkness in hope ..life in oblivion ..i cannot thing..
..i cannot connect.. in reality.. this shell is not real..
Pinch me.. thank you ..
..My heart is on fire.. silence i seek.. the pain long inflicted..confusion it breeds.
Voices :: opinions..explanations they need.. my ears are bleeding.. shiver my spine.
.. nervous breakdown .
..happy motherfucker's fancie hi-tech vlog-blogg i-pod peice of shit..happy and puffy like all that goddamm..
.. dark thought rides here.. happiness bleeds.. thank .. i thank you..
What the fuck do people want from me anymore anyway ??
.. my breakdowns .. my own.. one fights best he can .. still ain't good enough is it ?! Take me down a notch.. thank you.
This isn't right.. that isn't right.. i cannot do this ..i always do that..
..generation .. degeneration..blanket distraction ..
..shit happens..
..i bleed cowardance..
My puny mind can muster so much. As i wallow in shits of my frustration .. again..the thoughts of fading logic and reason ..always out of my grasp ..no mater how hard it pains me to understand.
..i bleed the failure..
People scream 'Fag'..Let it go ,Tokka.. that's ok,Tokka.. let it not devour you. It devoures inside,
The simplest things.. turn in to nightmarish cycles and projects. Stupidity reigns.. and i include myself in the logically imparement factors of it all. I'd wager if anything were to make sence .. on this planet the process from point A to point B ..to point C would be exceptionally smooth. Thus for some ((or many..i don't know anymore)) these transitions are not so clear-cut. That being said..i just stated the obvious once again. Now i'll wait for the proverbial slap on the wrist for that.
Make it a cut or rounded slice with a nice sharp n' blunt object and we can call it even. tOkKa is blunt.
..i bleed sarcasm..
'1 Man - 1 Woman' needs to be protected at all costs no matter who gets slaughtered in War.. or how dangerous the planet gets.
Yeh .. well thanks,douchebags..
.."The Evil Extreme Gay Plotters of The Destruction Of One Man and One Woman Marriage" or T.E.E.G.P.O.T.D.O.O.M.O.W.M. as they like to call it at the Gay Hall of Marriage Doom .. mark your calender!! Whoo -hoo !! .. can't wait to destroy all marriages..it's just that simple ain' it !? Grab a mob some pink torches n' pitchforks.. go raid the "New Life Church" !!
The energy sucked out of the night.. hesitation to figure anything out anymore ..i turned back.
Dizzy as fuck.. .. i threw up in the sink. I coughed up blood again. Stung.. and worn.
This wasn't the first time anything like this happend..i always pray it's the last. And the simplest things..always to much to ask for. I spent more energy trying to figure out how things than actually doing it sometimes.
Sometiems this snapper can create a scene without even knowing it if he's not careful.
One would have smashed a window and tried to swallow all the peices if one wasn't careful.
.. death tolls rise.. even as a blankness and a blur smothers me.
..i bleed audio..
.. vocality is all over.. turn off a radio.. turn off a T.V. .. it's still there.. there is no such thing as silence. I get the questions.. "You still seeing stuff.. you still hearing voices,Tokka ??"
Yeh ..O',blessed Virgin.. shut the f8ck up.
"As ususal..eh,Tokka." ..
Yeh ..mix it up a little..
Tell me what i did wrong this time.. or what you don't approve of me doing. Vicious.. take advantage of me. Make things public.. humiliate me for all eyes to see. You see that ?? You see Tokka ?? Thanks for watching.. as my insides spill out. Take my cardiac organ as a memento.
Speaks venom..O' how terrible..a scizophrenic ,evil fag son. O' woe.. woe..
..toxic. ..brain drains.. my ribcage popped out..
Reactionary..
i do what i can to make things better.. i am doing what i can to make it better for myself and the people around me.. i do what i can.. i do what i can..
NOT GOOD ENOUGH !~! God i wish i had a heavy drink..
..struggles to find work.. how i could be trying harder. Thank you.. tell me again.. rub it in my face how i don't make enough money.. remind me that i don't make shit !! Remind me how much of a late bloomer i am.. go on.. treat me as if i'm so retarded that
What do they want from me !? What do they need..
I AM NOT FUCKING PERFECT.. I AM NOT ALWAYS ABLE TO BE HAPPY.. I TRY I TRY .. NOTHING IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE.. TRYING ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE. MY REULTS ,MY RESOLVE.. NOTHING EVER EVER IS DONE GOOD ENOUGH. I CAN'T BEND OVER AND SCRATCH MY ASS WITHOUT 50 PEOPLE DEMANDING AN EXPLANATION !! A LOVE/HATE REALTIONSHIP WITH HOME. BITE THE FUCK OUT OF ME.. TELL ME HOW IT'S ALL MY FAULT.. TELL ME SOME MORE.. GRAB MORE SALT..SMEAR SOME MORE IN THE WOUNDS.. EXPAIN TO ME AGAIN HOW IT'S ALL MY DOING AND WHY I AM MY OWN UNDOING IN THE TOMB-LIKE NATURE THAT THIS CITY CAN SOMETIMES GUISE ITSELF IN.
NOT GOOD ENOUGH NOT GOOD ENOUGH NOT GOOD ENOUGH.. I TRY.. I DO .. NOT GOOD ENOUGH ..
Body shuts down again.. i struggle with pill.. no feeling ..
To burn to feel. Working on that too..
TELL ME WHY I AM BAD.. GO ON.. YOU DON'T LIVE IN THIS BODY BUT YOU ARE MORE THAN WILLING TO GO ON AS TO WHY THIS BODY FUNCTIONS THE WAY IT DOES AND DICTATE THE ENTROPY OF THINGS EVEN I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF AND THINGS YOU'LL NOT EVER HAVE A CLUE ON !!
Thank you.. a long time of chaotix this shell has known..
KEEP IT UP ..SPEW OUT HOW BAD I AM.. PUNCH ME..SMASH ME !! BEAT ME.. AGAIN !! SMASH MY HEAD INTO THE WALL !! DO IT.. POUND MY SKULL WITH YOUR FISTS LIKE IT'S JUNGLE DRUMS !! PULL MY HAIR OUT IN CHUNKS !! SIT ON ME.. AND CRUSH ME SO I CANNOT BREATH !! DO IT !! EVERYONE GATHER ROUND ..HUMILIATE ME MORE !! EXPLAIN ONE AT A TIME HOW THE FUCK I'VE DESTROYED YOUR LIFE WITH MY 'AGENDA' WHEN I'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG TO HARM YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE !! GO ON !!
MAYBE THE PAIN IS GOOD.. "WE'RE ALL SUFFERING. Thank you !!"
YEH IT'S ALL OK ..Bodycount.. ONLY AFTER THE BODYCOUNT HAS RISEN TO RECORD HIGHS AND EVERYONE BECOMES MORE IN DANGER.. THAT'S ONLY WHEN THEY LISTEN. GUESS BEST ..AT LEAST THEY LISTEN NOW ..
FAMILY VALUES.. BEAT YOUR KIDS.. FAMILY VALUES.. TRY TO KILL YOUR NEIBOR .. THAT'S WHAT JESUS WOULD'A DONE..EH,DOBSEN ??
WHAT THE HELL DID I DO THIS TIME ?? Yeh we established i f8cked up about 10 million times now.
.. contant frustration.. continual masturbation..thank you.. thank you so much. Remind me again.. and thank you.
..no thing as silence. Angel's still singing..
You cannot enjoy what exists not..
.. HOW EVIL I AM.. HOW EVIL I BECOME..PERHAPS I WAS MADE INTO THIS..PERHAPS NOT..PERHAPS I ALLOWED IT. I SHALL BURN FOREVER I..HELL FIRE IS MINE.
Heart aflame.. how i hate you, heart.
Redneck here n' a redneck there..
..there is a very VERY good chance i would have the police called on me for attacking an ignorant and obnoxious f7ck who riped into one of my friends there for not being able to return an item because the idiot forgot his receipt and can't take any form of responibility and just decides to blame the Wal-mart staff and treat them as his slaves.Good people working hard..
..and a sick fuck pounces around as if it's own to exploit.
I cannot get it.. i do not understand these things..
..noone listens ..noone understands..
..infamous words.
..infamous TRUTH.. (??)
..thank you.. i thank you.. i despise you , mind..
Intuition knows no familiarity here ..
How can you fight it when you don't know how anymore.
Trying fails..and nothing you do is good enough.
..walking the dream ; so unreal..
..i bleed choas.. i bleed love.. i bleed myself blind..
how could i expect anyone to give me chance in anything when i cannot even be real enough to even get any help that WORKS!?
How could i expect..??
..how could i question..??
..you couldn't beleive me anyway.
..my eyes bleed..
The machina of mechanics and complexity of abuse and trauma that is my resident in my main maternal figure presents a very toxic relation that has manifestied in a very poisonous mix of love and hatred.
Tears and blood. Balance exists for those with an exitance less chaotic.. or a least a power to understand such.
..you could conquor it if you truly wanted to.
..yep .. brownie points are noteven given to anyone for even trying. Yeh fine i'm anal.
Thank you so much..
.. she sang me to sleep.. she spits on me .. she held me..she sang to me.. she spits on me.. she smashed me in the skull ..she sand to me again.
Drown in the grey .. as the dark fire spreads. Yet they underestimate this snapper once again.
..perception bleeds..
As i close my eyes.. my mind expands to vastness and things noone can ever see..
..angels sing.. an angel cries.. an angel bleeds. Perhaps i am needed elsewhere.. on other thoughts and other planes ??
In sync but maybe not more than two at a time.. the most sacred of hearts may be thinking of me.
Places where things live and breath..and hope in things green. Flight of the fancy and the cosmos is lovely.
Necrosis means nothing.. and existence is bewildering without pain. Perhaps one heart needs me yet ..perhaps.
And you scream ..for the emotional toll that you feel ..not out of false joy, blindness in gods..
but some ancient arts of love and survival.
This snapper had tasted these things long ago. They are not dead in me yet.
Sanctuary without walls.. ..and dreams are not riddled in nightmares yet are wonderful & imperfect.
Eyes slowly open.. to rub crusts from your lashes.. the uncertain firecurtain still covers your heart.
These devices.. these complications.. these divides.
Thank you, my heart.. your still on fire. Mind..never mind.
I Reign in my rant..maniacal grey..rain on my heart.. i thank you for reading.
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..backdroppin'
n' bubblin' for this piece is Jay Brannan .. providing the sarsaparilla song for this piece
((featured so prominantly in John Cameron Mitchell’s 'SHORTBUs'..))::
Click here ,if you wish to listen to 'Soda Shop' by Jay Brannan
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..crayon,Ph.shop,clour
pencil,magic marker,Fireworks,
water-based
finger painting,knee-bone connected to the paintbrush
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