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Dusk falls on the sleepy hamlet of Bundanoon as SSR grain train 1KN2 roars through Tallong behind the unusual combination of demonstrator gen-set units 1201 1202 leading BRM002 RL305 GM27 and 602.
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Don't stop eating on account of me, just eat your corn and I'll keep taking your photo without disrupting you further !
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This is a PBR only release!!
Disruptor is a 3 piece set that can be worn separately (Pants, Top, Harness)
3 Addon HUDs available in Basic, Punk and Cyber versions.
They allow you to change the Shirt, Pants, Belts and Metals.
All parts can be tinted to any color via HUD.
Sizing for Reborn, Waifus, LaraX and Legacy.
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Film: Kodacolor 200 - drowned in Sodium hypochlorite 50% diluted in water
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From November 21st 12 PM SLT.
☆Disruption Turtle Neck☆
- Rigged for Legacy, Perky, Reborn, Waifu, Kupra and Maitreya.
- Comes in 23 different styles
- Both singles and fatpack comes with a hud to change alpha blending modes and have different transparencies.
- 12 Bow colors (show/hide) and 10 safety pin metals(show/hide).
☆Disruption Skirt☆
- Rigged for Legacy, Perky, Reborn, Waifu, Kupra and Maitreya.
- Comes in 12 colors
- Both singles and fatpack comes with a hud to change alpha blending modes and have different transparencies.
- 12 Bow colors (show/hide) and 10 safety pin metals(show/hide).
-12 Thong colors (show/hide)
Singles: Copy/no mod/no transfer
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The final sunset of eastern standard time in spring 2020 found me on this lonely rural road. I wanted to witness this moment in person rather than merely glance out of a window. I love the sense of being overwhelmed by darkness as nightfall descends. Of watching the last colors of sunlight being squeezed out of the horizon. It's a sensory experience as much as a visual one. Walking a mile or so to get here adds tremendously to the experience. Popping in and out of cars mitigates the depth of feeling at a moment like this. Hiking in (and out under the ensuing darkness) adds a sense of investment in the process and heightens the effect of transition. Times like this the 'life experience' component seems to outweigh the photography aspect that brought me here in the first place. The moment is largely symbolic; just the annual clock change into daylight time. Yet it's a definite time marker in a life that has become full of mileposts that rush past in an ever increasing blur. I suppose this is my way of trying to exert control over the process, to slow things down even if just for a moment. And it truly is just a moment. The inevitability of time is inescapable. Seems just a short while since I was in this same spot in the dead of winter, icy winds swirling over a couple feet of snow. Now spring is racing into view. My normal exuberance this time of year seems tempered. It's as if a new set of life rules went into effect on January 1. Over the holidays I read an astrological forecast that called out a moon-Neptune-Saturn alignment that was equated with sickness and disease. Not a week later I read an article about a new virus that had appeared in Wuhan China and was spreading rapidly. Barely two months later and here we are, standing on the brink of what is likely to be a tsunami of ICU patients overrunning the nation's hospitals. Difficult to gauge the impact, but buckle up. It's likely to be a rough ride between now and the next clock change in November.
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Here's a piece I wrote for A Picture's Worth. One thousand words, no more, no less.
Thank you, Ralph, for inviting me to participate. It was a challenging but fun exercise. It certainly got me thinking about my fascination with bicycles.
To be a disruptor means to express the inspiration from the past and the present through technology and the cloud
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The Symptoms of Kali-yuga
This chapter relates that, when the bad qualities of the Age of Kali will increase to an intolerable level, the Supreme Personality of Godhead will descend as Kalki to destroy those who are fixed in irreligion. After that, a new Satya-yuga will begin.
As the Age of Kali progresses, all good qualities of men diminish and all impure qualities increase. Atheistic systems of so-called religion become predominant, replacing the codes of Vedic law. The kings become just like highway bandits, the people in general become dedicated to low occupations, and all the social classes become just like śūdras. All cows become like goats, all spiritual hermitages become like materialistic homes, and family ties extend no further than the immediate relationship of marriage.
When the Age of Kali has almost ended, the Supreme Personality of Godhead will incarnate. He will appear in the village Śambhala, in the home of the exalted brāhmaṇa Viṣṇuyaśā, and will take the name Kalki. He will mount His horse Devadatta and, taking His sword in hand, will roam about the earth killing millions of bandits in the guise of kings. Then the signs of the next Satya-yuga will begin to appear. When the moon, sun and the planet Bṛhaspati enter simultaneously into one constellation and conjoin in the lunar mansion Puṣyā, Satya-yuga will begin. In the order of Satya, Tretā, Dvāpara and Kali, the cycle of four ages rotates in the society of living entities in this universe.
The chapter ends with a brief description of the future dynasties of the sun and moon coming from Vaivasvata Manu in the next Satya-yuga. Even now two saintly kṣatriyas are living who at the end of this Kali-yuga will reinitiate the pious dynasties of the sun-god, Vivasvān, and the moon-god, Candra. One of these kings is Devāpi, a brother of Mahārāja Śantanu, and the other is Maru, a descendant of Ikṣvāku. They are biding their time incognito in a village named Kalāpa.
SB 12.2.1 — Śukadeva Gosvāmī said: Then, O King, religion, truthfulness, cleanliness, tolerance, mercy, duration of life, physical strength and memory will all diminish day by day because of the powerful influence of the Age of Kali.
SB 12.2.2 — In Kali-yuga, wealth alone will be considered the sign of a man’s good birth, proper behavior and fine qualities. And law and justice will be applied only on the basis of one’s power.
SB 12.2.3 — Men and women will live together merely because of superficial attraction, and success in business will depend on deceit. Womanliness and manliness will be judged according to one’s expertise in sex, and a man will be known as a brāhmaṇa just by his wearing a thread.
SB 12.2.4 — A person’s spiritual position will be ascertained merely according to external symbols, and on that same basis people will change from one spiritual order to the next. A person’s propriety will be seriously questioned if he does not earn a good living. And one who is very clever at juggling words will be considered a learned scholar.
SB 12.2.5 — A person will be judged unholy if he does not have money, and hypocrisy will be accepted as virtue. Marriage will be arranged simply by verbal agreement, and a person will think he is fit to appear in public if he has merely taken a bath.
SB 12.2.6 — A sacred place will be taken to consist of no more than a reservoir of water located at a distance, and beauty will be thought to depend on one’s hairstyle. Filling the belly will become the goal of life, and one who is audacious will be accepted as truthful. He who can maintain a family will be regarded as an expert man, and the principles of religion will be observed only for the sake of reputation.
SB 12.2.7 — As the earth thus becomes crowded with a corrupt population, whoever among any of the social classes shows himself to be the strongest will gain political power.
SB 12.2.8 — Losing their wives and properties to such avaricious and merciless rulers, who will behave no better than ordinary thieves, the citizens will flee to the mountains and forests.
SB 12.2.9 — Harassed by famine and excessive taxes, people will resort to eating leaves, roots, flesh, wild honey, fruits, flowers and seeds. Struck by drought, they will become completely ruined.
SB 12.2.10 — The citizens will suffer greatly from cold, wind, heat, rain and snow. They will be further tormented by quarrels, hunger, thirst, disease and severe anxiety.
SB 12.2.11 — The maximum duration of life for human beings in Kali-yuga will become fifty years.
SB 12.2.12-16 — By the time the Age of Kali ends, the bodies of all creatures will be greatly reduced in size, and the religious principles of followers of varṇāśrama will be ruined. The path of the Vedas will be completely forgotten in human society, and so-called religion will be mostly atheistic. The kings will mostly be thieves, the occupations of men will be stealing, lying and needless violence, and all the social classes will be reduced to the lowest level of śūdras. Cows will be like goats, spiritual hermitages will be no different from mundane houses, and family ties will extend no further than the immediate bonds of marriage. Most plants and herbs will be tiny, and all trees will appear like dwarf śamī trees. Clouds will be full of lightning, homes will be devoid of piety, and all human beings will have become like asses. At that time, the Supreme Personality of Godhead will appear on the earth. Acting with the power of pure spiritual goodness, He will rescue eternal religion.
SB 12.2.17 — Lord Viṣṇu — the Supreme Personality of Godhead, the spiritual master of all moving and nonmoving living beings, and the Supreme Soul of all — takes birth to protect the principles of religion and to relieve His saintly devotees from the reactions of material work.
SB 12.2.18 — Lord Kalki will appear in the home of the most eminent brāhmaṇa of Śambhala village, the great soul Viṣṇuyaśā.
SB 12.2.19-20 — Lord Kalki, the Lord of the universe, will mount His swift horse Devadatta and, sword in hand, travel over the earth exhibiting His eight mystic opulences and eight special qualities of Godhead. Displaying His unequaled effulgence and riding with great speed, He will kill by the millions those thieves who have dared dress as kings.
SB 12.2.21 — After all the impostor kings have been killed, the residents of the cities and towns will feel the breezes carrying the most sacred fragrance of the sandalwood paste and other decorations of Lord Vāsudeva, and their minds will thereby become transcendentally pure.
SB 12.2.22 — When Lord Vāsudeva, the Supreme Personality of Godhead, appears in their hearts in His transcendental form of goodness, the remaining citizens will abundantly repopulate the earth.
SB 12.2.23 — When the Supreme Lord has appeared on earth as Kalki, the maintainer of religion, Satya-yuga will begin, and human society will bring forth progeny in the mode of goodness.
SB 12.2.24 — When the moon, the sun and Bṛhaspatī are together in the constellation Karkaṭa, and all three enter simultaneously into the lunar mansion Puṣyā — at that exact moment the age of Satya, or Kṛta, will begin.
SB 12.2.25 — Thus I have described all the kings — past, present and future — who belong to the dynasties of the sun and the moon.
SB 12.2.26 — From your birth up to the coronation of King Nanda, 1,150 years will pass.
SB 12.2.27-28 — Of the seven stars forming the constellation of the seven sages, Pulaha and Kratu are the first to rise in the night sky. If a line running north and south were drawn through their midpoint, whichever of the lunar mansions this line passes through is said to be the ruling asterism of the constellation for that time. The Seven Sages will remain connected with that particular lunar mansion for one hundred human years. Currently, during your lifetime, they are situated in the nakṣatra called Maghā.
SB 12.2.29 — The Supreme Lord, Viṣṇu, is brilliant like the sun and is known as Kṛṣṇa. When He returned to the spiritual sky, Kali entered this world, and people then began to take pleasure in sinful activities.
SB 12.2.30 — As long as Lord Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the husband of the goddess of fortune, touched the earth with His lotus feet, Kali was powerless to subdue this planet.
SB 12.2.31 — When the constellation of the seven sages is passing through the lunar mansion Maghā, the Age of Kali begins. It comprises twelve hundred years of the demigods.
SB 12.2.32 — When the great sages of the Saptarṣi constellation pass from Maghā to Pūrvāsāḍhā, Kali will have his full strength, beginning from King Nanda and his dynasty.
SB 12.2.33 — Those who scientifically understand the past declare that on the very day that Lord Śrī Kṛṣṇa departed for the spiritual world, the influence of the Age of Kali began.
SB 12.2.34 — After the one thousand celestial years of Kali-yuga, the Satya-yuga will manifest again. At that time the minds of all men will become self-effulgent.
SB 12.2.35 — Thus I have described the royal dynasty of Manu, as it is known on this earth. One can similarly study the history of the vaiśyas, śūdras and brāhmaṇas living in the various ages.
SB 12.2.36 — These personalities, who were great souls, are now known only by their names. They exist only in accounts from the past, and only their fame remains on the earth.
SB 12.2.37 — Devāpi, the brother of Mahārāja Śāntanu, and Maru, the descendant of Ikṣvāku, both possess great mystic strength and are living even now in the village of Kalāpa.
SB 12.2.38 — At the end of the Age of Kali, these two kings, having received instruction directly from the Supreme Personality of Godhead, Vāsudeva, will return to human society and reestablish the eternal religion of man, characterized by the divisions of varṇa and āśrama, just as it was before.
SB 12.2.39 — The cycle of four ages — Satya, Tretā, Dvāpara and Kali — continues perpetually among living beings on this earth, repeating the same general sequence of events.
SB 12.2.40 — My dear King Parīkṣit, all these kings I have described, as well as all other human beings, come to this earth and stake their claims, but ultimately they all must give up this world and meet their destruction.
SB 12.2.41 — Even though a person’s body may now have the designation “king,” in the end its name will be “worms,” “stool” or “ashes.” What can a person who injures other living beings for the sake of his body know about his own self-interest, since his activities are simply leading him to hell?
SB 12.2.42 — [The materialistic king thinks:] “This unbounded earth was held by my predecessors and is now under my sovereignty. How can I arrange for it to remain in the hands of my sons, grandsons and other descendants?”
SB 12.2.43 — Although the foolish accept the body made of earth, water and fire as “me” and this earth as “mine,” in every case they have ultimately abandoned both their body and the earth and passed away into oblivion.
SB 12.2.44 — My dear King Parīkṣit, all these kings who tried to enjoy the earth by their strength were reduced by the force of time to nothing more than historical accounts.
~ Srimad Bhagavatam, canto 12, chapter 2
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Oxford Circus, London 🇬🇧
18th April, 2019
"A Mandalorian's armour
is his soul.
A Mandalorian's rifle
is his will made manifest.
This is the way."
During the Reign of the Empire, the Mandalorians mostly kept out of sight, with individuals working as assassins, mercenaries and bounty hunters. These individuals would earn money and ressources for the other Mandalorians.
Almost to a man, each Mandalorian assassin, mercenary, and bounty hunter wielded a disruptor rifle (except those opting for heavier weaponry). In the hand of a skilled marksman - which included almost all Mandalorians - these weapons were terrible instruments of war and assassination.
Each one was unique. Each one was capable of disintigrating all organic material.
Due to their horrific effect on living beings, disruptors were banned on countless worlds. Even the Empire - arguably a government with a considerable lack of ethics - (mostly) banned their use.
But this did not deter the Mandalorians. They provided for the Tribe. They did not care for such regulations, only that the Tribe be provided with everything it needed - and that necessitated the use of the best tools for the job. And the Disruptor Rifle was just one such tool.
Credit to Arch for the prong-y bits.
Done in PMG 0.6.
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I like to stand at the very front of the sky train and capture the tracks in motion. I just like that kind of thing :)
An activist in Lincoln's Inn Fields about an hour before the start of the "Kill the Bill" march in London.
Thousands rallied in London as well as other UK cities to demonstrate against a law being passed by Britain's parliament that would effectively outlaw many protests, increase penalties for certain types of demonstration such as blocking roads and give the police far greater powers to stop, search and arrest.
If the measures contained in the government's Police, Crime, Sentencing & Courts (PCSC) Bill had been in place over the last hundred years they may have prevented the suffragette protests of the 1920s, the marches and rallies for greater welfare support in the 1930s, the black civil rights and anti-Vietnam protests of the 1960s, the early gay pride gatherings in the 1970s, the anti-apartheid protests of the 1980s, the occupation of key locations by the Occupy movement and the more recent climate strikes.
The PCSC bill will give the police new powers to ban demonstrations deemed likely to be too noisy or a nuisance to a neighbourhood, to stop and search people without having to prove reasonable suspicion, new powers against 'unauthorised encampments' which travellers fear may be used against their communities and it would also make it illegal for protesters to lock themselves on to objects. The lock on strategy having been used successfully by activists defending the environment and protesting Britain's arms trade.
The bill proposes to increase the maximum prison sentence for someone who destroys a memorial or statue from 3 months to 10 years and It would also mean sentences of up to 10 years for a new crime of causing "serious annoyance." The cumulative impact of the draconian new powers, if enacted, could mean that most meaningful forms of effective protest would be outlawed.
There were many activists at the London rally from communities fearing they could be disproportionately targeted as a result including those supporting the Black Lives Matter movement.
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant --
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind --
Emily Dickinson
Earlier this Great Blue Heron was perched in the middle of the marsh but the very active Otter was disrupting its hunting, so it moved on.
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On the edge of the zone, Sonar paced irritably. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t his station to be ordered around such as this. He had come from a noble bloodline. A noble house. He did not deserve to be thrust in with this repulsive rabble, and he certainly did not deserve to have his finger blown off, let alone his head.
This was Sonar’s mental state, and had been since his first mission. He stopped pacing, and took in the air. In the distance, the humming and crackling of the compound’s generators tried their damndest to disrupt his thoughts.
They should be so lucky, he thought.
Angle-Man, sitting in the grass: Well, this may be my favorite assignment so far.
Sonar: To sit idly while our artificial superiors traverse through their potential doom? Though it disgusts me, I have to agree.
Angle-Man: Ah, c’mon, Wladon, you can’t really think you’re all that much better than the rest of us. I mean, today proved that more than anything else.
Sonar sneers: Meaning what, exactly?
Angle-Man sneers back: Your royal little finger of course.
This is all it takes. Sonar leaps towards Angle-Man with the ferocity of starved wolves and begins to beat him mercilessly. Bare knuckle striking open cheek with a wet packing sound, trim, shined boots connecting blows. The blood spitting up from Bend’s mouth mixing with the blood leaking from Sonar’s finger.
Waller: What the HELL do you two think you’re doing? Stand down, Sonar, or you know of the consequence.
Sonar stands, and backs away a few feet.
Sonar: You know, madame, I’ve never actually witnessed one of these so-called detonators in action. Could they be a hoax after all?
Waller: Would you like to find out, child?
There begins a beeping, soft at first, but soon growing louder, and louder, and quicker. A tiny red light begins to glow in Sonar’s neck. He feels himself begin to sweat. What he can only classify as a migraine is forming.
Sonar: very well, VERY WELL! I relent!
The beeping ceases.
Waller: Good move. Now, if you two aren’t fit to sacrifice yourselves to whatever green hell is in front of you, you can at least do us the favor of not killing each other.
Sonar: Of course, Madam.
Angle-Man: Yes, ma’am.
The line disconnects.
Angle-Man coughs, then starts to chuckle: Besides, if you axed me, who’d get you back home safe and sound?
Sonar says nothing. He simply scowls, and peers into the green.
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It took then what felt like hours to finally reach the Belle Reve monitor room. Or at least, what the monitor room used to be. What once was a dazzling, staggering display of screens, lights and wires, was reduced to a moss-covered wall, vines entangled in the wires, and insects buzzing overhead.
The room was nearly pitch-black. A cave like environment, the only real light emanated from fluorescent fungus, marching up the walls.
And one glowing power button, a neon orange against the cold green.
“Aparo,” says Deadshot quietly, “you’re doorman.”
Agent-Orange, twitching slightly, shuffles back to the rooms’ entrance and kneels outside. He drags his finger through the moss and rubs to between his thumb and forefinger.
“Dirty, filthy,” he mutters, “all of this simply must be cleansed.”
Armageddon heaves his heavy axe to rest it on his shoulder. He wasn’t used to this much activity for so long. Winded, he sits down across from the monitors and leans against the foam-like wall. It’s comfortable, but damp. He gazes at one of the flowers spread across the wall beside him. He thinks of the flowers in Caroline’s garden back home, and their whispers as they crackled into ash.
Deadshot rests his hands on the mossy control panel, and begins to fiddle with the buttons. In the center of all the keys, an orchid grows. He considers it a moment, then plucks it, and places it aside.
Finally, it catches his eye; the pulsing orange circle in the lowest possible corner. He presses it in, and watches as the few screens without vines through them start to shakily boot up.
From the top of one, a small bird, unnoticed by the crew, flits out of the room and down the hall.
Had they been given the chance to look carefully, they would have noticed the birds’ eyes were those of Doctor Karin Grace.
The first thing about the room Captain Boomerang notices, is the smell.
“Strewth!” he cries, “Like someone took a bloody bath in perfume an’ died right after.”
Then he catches sight of it. Something that no on else noticed when they entered the room. There’s a body on the far side, spread upwards on the wall, coated in fungus and mold.
Deadshot has been examining what little footage he can find. The files are corrupted, twisted and altered, like everything else. There is little playback, and the recordings stop ten minutes after whatever happened, happened. He manages, just barely, to find the point of origin.
In the center of Belle Reve, there was an explosion of light, then the cameras went out.
“Damn,” He mutters to himself. He fiddles a little further, then realizes it’s fruitlessness. “Well, this was a bust.” He says to his companions. “The files told us nothing, and all we’ve found are a bunch of corpses and Doc Evans’s tags. Pack it up, we’re heading out.”
“Don’t Miss Waller wanna know what happened with this place?” asks Armageddon, still seated, a flower twirling in his fingers.
“Sure,” says Deadshot, “Problem is there’s no way to find out. Best thing t’do is just set fire to the whole building probably.
Agent Orange, by the door, calls “Or we could journey to the center. Get right to the nucleus and remove it’s heart.”
Deadshot leans against the console and stares into the wall for a minute. His hand fiddles with the picture on his belt. He could really use a cigarette.
“Alright,” He says, “Why not. We’ve made it this far, may as well go all the way. Everybody, fall in, we’re gone.”
He begins to move towards the door, Armageddon in tow. Agent Orange stands to meet them. The get halfway down the hall before Deadshot realizes their one short.
“Double back,” he mutters, frustrated.
At the far-side of the monitor room, where the fungi creep up the wall, obscuring the form of a well-hidden body, Captain Boomerang has found something of interest.
“Harkness?” Says Deadshot, guns trained instinctively until he sees Boomerang is fine.
“Lawton ole chum,” greets Boomerang. There’s dread in his voice, “You’ll never guess what I just dredged up.”
“And I don’t want to. What is it?”
Boomerang holds aloft a small leather book, worn with apparent age.
“Seems this bloke on the wall here that you all moseyed on by, is an old mate of ours, and this, just so happens to be his writing. Gentlemen, I give ya the journal of Rick Flag.”