Here, I make fun of my own stupidity as I attempted to wow myself by destroying my decently sized and good looking tumbler and making it a nano-tumbler ~ I failed, miserably. Even Harley doesn't pity my blondeness, then again, it would be a bit hypocritical of HER... Tell me what you think...

this terrible tragedy would never have happened if only the ndp had chosen to stop hitler.

pictures only from me, for now. comments and responses when i am able.

"You would sell your own mother out

And then betray your dead brother with another hypocritical kiss"

You say I'm selfish, I say who isn't?

You say I'm narcissistic, I say you're a hypocrite.

You say I'm judgmental, I say that's judgmental in itself.

You say I say too much. I say you say too much about what I shouldn't be saying.

Did two shoots today. Felt good to take pictures of people again, but also bad and hypocritical to be close enough to take pictures of people again.

I did stick with telephoto lenses and distance, though, so I'm not a *complete* hypocrite. And I wore a mask for the first shoot, which was... disgusting by the end of it, from the combination of me exhaling and me getting sweaty during shoots.

Shop window of Needful Things, an antique furniture and art business, in St James’s Street, Kemp Town, Brighton, East Sussex.

Needful Things is the name of Stephen King novel and film.

The kitsch shop is like a splendid part of the Addams Family mansion plonked down onto the street.

The local council claim that the shop does not have planning permission for the style of front door, (and would not gain it, even if applied for).

There appears to be a hypocritical element in the local council's attitude. In the same street an unlicensed Starbucks has been the focus of protesters as it has been operating for some time despite not having the appropriate planning permission.

Needful Things, an antique furniture and art business, in St James’s Street, Kemp Town, Brighton, East Sussex. Photo taken on the eve of the Street Party on St James's Street celebrating Pride 2008.

Needful Things is the name of Stephen King novel and film.

The kitsch shop is like a splendid part of the Addams Family mansion plonked down onto the street.

The local council claim that the shop does not have planning permission for the style of front door, (and would not gain it, even if applied for).

There appears to be a hypocritical element in the local council's attitude. In the same street an unlicensed Starbucks has been the focus of protesters as it has been operating for some time despite not having the appropriate planning permission.

"There are so many better words in the English language to describe how you feel without swearing", my mother used to say, or something very much like that.

And she was right. Mothers always are, aren't they?

And I do love words. Words like pulchritude, anthropomorphism, omniscient, aubergine, courgette, perineum, expectorate, micturate, masticate, and copulate...

But I do also swear like a trooper at times.

I'm not sure how or why I got in the habit. When I was living at home my parents always told us off for bad language, and not in a hypocritical "it's okay for me to say that word, but you mustn't" way: I didn't hear my dad swear until I was about fifteen and that was only 'dickhead'. I think the first time I heard him say anything harsher was a year or so later when he dropped a case of beer on his foot whilst filling the restaurant fridges.

Their language is still only occasionally "blue" now that my brothers and I no longer have sensitive ears.

I still try to restrain my language in front of them, usually slipping into expletives unconsciously in anger or when drunk, and I do restrain my "potty mouth" in respectable company.

Max and Erin photo bombing our group photo at Thanksgiving

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Tsars, Kings, Emperors,

sovereigns of all the earth,

have commanded many a parade,

but they cannot command Humor.

When Aesop, the tramp, came visiting

the palaces of eminent personages,

ensconced in sleek comfort all day,

they struck him as paupers.

In houses where hypocrites have

left the mark of their puny feet,

there Hodja-Nasr-ed-Din, with his jests,

swept aside their banalities like a board of chessmen!

They tried to buy Humor–

but Humor is not for sale!

They tried to murder Humor,

but Humor thumbed his nose at them!

It’s a hard business to fight Humor.

They executed him time and again.

His hacked-off head was stuck on the point of a pike.

But as soon as the funeral pipes

began their plaintive song,

Humor defiantly cried: “I’m back, I’m here!”,

and broke into a dashing dance.

In an overcoat, shabby and short,

with eyes cast down and a mask of repentance,

Humor, a political criminal now under arrest,

walked to his execution.

He appeared to submit in every way,

accepting the life-beyond,

but all of a sudden he wriggled out

of his coat, and, waving his hand, escaped.

Humor was shoved into cells,

but like hell that did any good.

Humor went straight through

prison bars and walls of stone.

Coughing from frozen lungs

like any man in the ranks,

Humor marched, singing a popular ditty,

rifle in hand upon the Winter Palace.

He’s accustomed to frowning looks,

but they do him no harm;

and Humor regards himself at times

with humor.

He’s everpresent.

Nimble and quick,

he’ll slip through anything,

through everyone.

So glory be to humor.

He is a valiant fellow!

“Humor” — Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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The acronym “WWJD” was the popular christian t-shirt of the nineties. Sooo … how can one know what Jesus would do? It depends heavily on which part of the New Testament you read.

The nice guy Jesus:

Matthew 5:43-45

“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven.”

Matthew 7:12

“So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.”

The violent vandal Jesus:

John 2:13-16

“When it was almost time for the Jewish Passover, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple courts he found men selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple area, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. To those who sold doves he said, “Get these out of here!“

The angry, name calling Jesus:

Matthew 23:33

“You snakes! You brood of vipers! How will you escape being condemned to hell?”

Matthew 23:15

“Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You travel over land and sea to win a single convert, and when he becomes one, you make him twice as much a son of hell as you are.”

Matthew 23:16-17

“Woe to you, blind guides! … You blind fools!”

Matthew 23:24

“You blind guides! You strain out a gnat but swallow a camel.”

The cruel and threatening Jesus:

Luke 14:26

“If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters—yes, even his own life—he cannot be my disciple.”

Matthew 8:21-22

Another disciple said to him, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” But Jesus told him, “Follow me, and let the dead bury their own dead.”

Matthew 5:30

“And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell.”

Matthew 18:9

“And if your eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into the fire of hell.”

Mark 11:13-14, 20-21

Seeing in the distance a fig tree in leaf, he went to find out if it had any fruit. When he reached it, he found nothing but leaves, because it was not the season for figs. Then he said to the tree, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again … In the morning, as they went along, they saw the fig tree withered from the roots. Peter remembered and said to Jesus, “Rabbi, look! The fig tree you cursed has withered!”

Matthew 10:34

“Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.“

The fear mongering fire and brimstone Jesus:

Luke 12:46-47

“The master of that servant will come on a day when he does not expect him and at an hour he is not aware of. He will cut him to pieces and assign him a place with the unbelievers. That servant who knows his master’s will and does not get ready or does not do what his master wants will be beaten with many blows.”

Matthew 10:28

“Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.”

Matthew 5:22

But I tell you that anyone who is angry with his brother will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to his brother, ‘Raca,’is answerable to the Sanhedrin. But anyone who says, ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell.

Mark 10:25

“It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”

The next time a person disagrees with your religion: call them a blind snake, tell them to gouge out their own eye and explain how they will one day be destroyed by the fires of hell. All while chasing them around with a whip. After all, that’s what Jesus did.

And now for your conflicting Bible teaching

God commands to not create graven images or idols of ANYTHING…

Exodus 20:4

“You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below.”

Leviticus 26:1

“Do not make idols or set up an image or a sacred stone for yourselves.”

Deuteronomy 27:15

“Cursed is the man who carves an image or casts an idol—a thing detestable to the LORD, the work of the craftsman’s hands.”

…then turns around and gives specific directions on how to make idols and graven images.

Exodus 25:18-19

“Make two cherubim out of hammered gold at the ends of the cover. Make one cherub on one end and the second cherub on the other; make the cherubim of one piece with the cover, at the two ends.”

1 Kings 7:15-29

He cast two bronze pillars, each eighteen cubits high and twelve cubits around, by line. 16 He also made two capitals of cast bronze to set on the tops of the pillars; each capital was five cubits high … He made the Sea of cast metal, circular in shape, measuring ten cubits from rim to rim and five cubits high. It took a line of thirty cubits to measure around it … The Sea stood on twelve bulls, three facing north, three facing west, three facing south and three facing east. The Sea rested on top of them, and their hindquarters were toward the center. On the panels between the uprights were lions, bulls and cherubim—and on the uprights as well. Above and below the lions and bulls were wreaths of hammered work.

And let’s not forget all of the graven images of the Mother Mary, Saints and crucifixion crosses that adorn churches around the world. I guess the second commandment doesn’t count anymore.

Okay all this drama is getting annoying. There are some things I feel like no one is understanding. First off to target the drama in general. If you don't like the drama and want to avoid it then don't put yourselves in situations where it may happen. Now if you look at my stream you will notice something. NO DRAMA. Now I may not get as much attention compared to alot of the other people in the lego community but there is no drama and I like it that way. That brings me to another point, popularity.

I see it happen WAY to much. A person will post a picture saying "Hey guys what do you want me to build". That pisses me off beyond belief. DON'T BUILD TO PLEASE OTHERS! Just build for your own pleasure. To see the types of things you can make. To see how far your efforts can go. While having 100's of screaming fanboys must be fun it is just a cool little side effect. The only time you should build for others is when you want to sell something.

Also I hate all the people leaving. It's one thing to leave but when your reason is because other people are leaving that's just stupid. You can't really get to much more hypocritical. All you are doing then is creating more people wanting to leave for the same stupid purpose. How about instead of leaving you stay and contribute to the community in a way that you make it better? And if you are leaving because lots of great builders aren't active. Well there are always more coming in.

It wasn't that long ago that we didn't have Wimbe, Carson Hart, Magus and many others. You have to try to find them. I am always finding new people who are great. Alot of times they just need a little help. I remember when Magus only had two faves a pic. They were from me and ToyWiz who was always added. Now look at how many he gets. I found Wimbe when his first build didn't even have a comment and now he has forever changed the mech building comunitty.I found Carson Hart when hew literally only had one comment and look how far he has come! Now basically every other day I find new people with amazing potential. How about instead of complaining at the amount of inactive good builders there are you try to find new ones and help them. If you see a "noob" who needs instead of trolling how about you help him? Give advice on anything he/she needs help on. If we all do this then maybe the Flickr Lego community can be brought back to how it used to be!

Please read all of this and copy and paste the rant on your stream!

I like to have fun on my stream but this just isn't one of those pictures.

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When do we say "Enough is enough" to the ignorant, bigoted, judgmental,

holier-than-thou, hypocritical, religious nut-jobs who think they have the right to deny equal rights to anyone who doesn't believe exactly what they believe? They use lies and fear-mongering to scare open minded, normal people into thinking they are going to lose their rights if they give us equal rights, and I'm damn sick and tired of it! These fucking, ignorant assholes will only change when it's too difficult NOT to change. Maybe it's time for another stonewall- on a national scale!

Pribeta, 2003

'Don't eat anything you are not willing to kill yourself!' -said a hypocrite.

It's the 21st century, globalisation is thriving, people go by their highly specialised daily business and to be honest hunting and gathering is not on the top of our to-do list. Luckily, 'the dirty job' has been taken off our hands, but we must remember to treat meat with respect.

SET 3 – Oxford Kroger, Post-Expansion

Now that I’ve hopefully got you excited for the remainder of our stour (or at the very least, reminded you that there’s still more to this place than just the café, haha!), here’s one final shot of the café seating area, this one showing how it connects to the adjacent Starbucks counter. As is plainly visible here, yes, you could technically enter the café area just by walking over from Starbucks, rather than being forced to funnel through the Walk of Champions arch – but where’s the fun in that?!

(c) 2024 Retail Retell

These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)

Shop window of Needful Things, an antique furniture and art business, in St James’s Street, Kemp Town, Brighton, East Sussex.

Needful Things is the name of Stephen King novel and film.

The kitsch shop is like a splendid part of the Addams Family mansion plonked down onto the street.

The local council claim that the shop does not have planning permission for the style of front door, (and would not gain it, even if applied for).

There appears to be a hypocritical element in the local council's attitude. In the same street an unlicensed Starbucks has been the focus of protesters as it has been operating for some time despite not having the appropriate planning permission.

Magpie: “Oh, Wren! I almost forgot! Did Lark tell you the news about your former boyfriend, Brian? You remember him, I’m sure. The *expletives so vile they are unprintable* that backhanded you?”

Kumi: “Geez, I forgot how unbelievably nasty your vocab can be when you’re pissed, Mags. Yuri, aren’t you going to ream her for bringing that stuff into your house?”

Yuri (calmly): “Normally, I would indeed, but I agreed with everything she just said. Thus, it would be hypocritical of me to admonish her for it.”

Wren (tiredly): “What’s this about Brian?”

Magpie: “He’s being audited by the IRS, and they have gone after him with a puzzling vengeance—both personally and professionally. It turns out that he has not been completely truthful with the tax man over the years. He stands to lose everything…” *cheerful, malicious grin*

Yuri & Kumi: *exchange looks, begin to cackle delightedly* “Fletcher.”

Magpie (cheerfully): “Yes, I thought the same thing! He is usually such a self-deprecating, humble fellow. One forgets how much power he and his family wield in the upper echelons of the United States government.”

Wren: “Dammit! Why did Fletch have to go and—”

Kumi: “Don’t tell me you actually feel bad for that crap-sack, snot-bucket, puss-pocket Brian!”

Wren (tersely): “I used Brian to get over my breakup with Fletch, so all the badness in our relationship wasn’t completely his fault, alright? I bear some responsibility, too.”

Magpie: *eyes go flat and hard* “Please do not tell me that you feel he was justified in hurting you.”

Wren: *shakes head adamantly* “No, that’s not what I’m saying at all. I’m just saying I wanna let it go. Let the past be the past. I’m tired of living in it, okay?” *sighs, rubs face wearily*

Magpie (soothingly): “Fair enough. We won’t talk about Brian again. He’s not worth the breath it takes to produce the words anyway.”

Yuri & Kumi: *nod gravely*

Magpie: “Instead, why don’t you tell me why you’re looking so sassy today?”

Wren: “Dane and I are going out.”

Magpie: “Oh…I see. You two are dating, then?”

Fashion Credits

**Any doll enhancements (i.e. freckles, piercings, eye color changes) were done by me unless otherwise stated.**

Magpie

Skirt & Knee socks: Momoko – After School Dash!

Shirt: Fashion Royalty – Optic Verve Agnes

Vest: Clear lan

Belt: Randall Craig RTW

Boots: Fashion Royalty – Nu.Face – Urban Outfitting Nadja

Earrings: Fashion Royalty – Capricious Natalia

Bracelet: Mattel – Juicy Couture Gift set

Brooches: Mattel – BFMC

Doll is a Wild at Heart Lilith

Wren

Dress: Spin master – Liv Doll

Belt: Fashion Royalty – Nu.Face – Great Pretender Lilith

Boots: Fashion Royalty – Nu.Face – London by Night Ayumi

Plastic Doll Cuff with ‘studs’: No idea

Doll Diva Exclusive ‘Metal’ Bracelet Set: Knife’s Edge Designs (me)

Doll is an Element of Surprise Lilith

Enjoy these featured Artists at

www.flickr.com/photos/8112892@N06/

www.flickr.com/photos/jannapham/

www.flickr.com/photos/clairey78/

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Below I found at

www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/p/paul_cezanne.html

Paul Cezanne, French Artist Quotes

Birth day: Jan. 19, 1839; Death day: Oct. 22, 1906

One does not substitute oneself for the past, one merely adds to it a new link.

Optics, developing in us through study, teach us to see.

Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one's sensations.

Painting is damned difficult - you always think you've got it, but you haven't.

People think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day.

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.

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Monday, August 25, 2008

St. Louis of France

St. Joseph Calasanz, priest

A reflection on today's Sacred Scripture:

2 Thessalonians 1:1-5, 11-12

Psalm 96:1-5

Matthew 23:13-22

Woe to you scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites. (Matthew 23:13)

Today's readings contrast St. Paul's letter to the Thessalonians with Christ's words spoken to the scribes and Pharisees. St. Paul, then known as Saul, trained as a Pharisee, began his mission by going to Damascus to arrest those Jews who had become Christian and to transport them in chains to Jerusalem for prosecution.

In Acts (Chapter 9), Saul is miraculously converted to Christ and becomes a strong advocate and teacher of the "new faith" by establishing many churches among the Gentile nations. His subsequent letters to these churches praised, instructed and corrected their living in Christ. In today's reading, he joyfully praises the Thessalonians for their faithfulness to God's holy Word.

Jesus in the Gospel is grieved with the scribes and the Pharisees for their hypocrisy, their feigned holiness. While they claimed to be their nation's definitive religious authorities, publicly reciting long prayers, they covertly ingratiated themselves with wealthy widows to plunder their assets. Their blindness, to Christ actually being the Messiah, conveniently served to help them maintain their prestigious and lucrative status.

The Pharisees often attacked Jesus publicly, to turn their people and the converts they had made to Judaism, against His teachings. Christ's strong reaction to them was not motivated by their personal attacks upon Him. Far worse than this was the fact that they were poisoning people's minds against His teachings and so locking them out of the kingdom of God.

Why the vast difference between the Pharisee Paul and the Pharisees condemned by Jesus? Paul humbly accepted his shocking, miraculous conversion because he had a true knowledge of God and a sincere love for Him and His people. Jesus' bitter opponents loved neither God nor His people but only themselves.

O Blessed Redeemer,

all truth and love are given to us by You to make us one in heart and mind and so bring us peace on earth and joy in Your heavenly kingdom. Amen.

- Marie Bocko, OCDS | email: mlbocko@twcny.rr.com

EXPLORE # 333, # 350 on Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The question remains unchanged no matter how many conquests are implemented. Even if at some point “man” manages to beat the odds he has put on himself and the existence of finite. “The deadly tedium of immortality” in a constant attempt to achieve the sterile. We pass to the “trans” state and we enjoy, though complaining, the hyper-realistic with the secret desire of eternal youth. We suck the beast which was created by the Divine element as full image and likeness. The thermodynamic cage in an already alleged entropic balance. The planet is ours! That is what the hypocritical honesty of the motivated Ego requires. An endless wind blowing towards a hypothetical “dusk” and opposite the fluttering, towards an unexpected “dawn”. Building consisting of foundational stereoscopic structures adjacent strongly in a shimmering sphere yet seemingly exist in a harmony. It is the view of the transient, the ephemeral, through the eyes of the anhydrous inevitable. I wonder what is the purpose of all this? It makes sense to seek a “reasonable” and an enlarged subjectivity that encapsulate the desired laconic? Is a form of awareness feasible, in which the distant perspective would fit in the “individual” ? Maybe, but remains a challenge set in the background of the need to overcome or at least control the brittleness of this equilibrium, that only the mantle of the present, of the every present, translates into unbreakable pseudo-continuum.

TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture -- a pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded -- with what caution -- with what foresight, with what dissimulation, I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern all closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly, very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this? And then when my head was well in the room I undid the lantern cautiously -- oh, so cautiously -- cautiously (for the hinges creaked), I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye always closed, and so it was impossible to do the work, for it was not the old man who vexed me but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed , to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers, of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was opening the door little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea, and perhaps he heard me, for he moved on the bed suddenly as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back -- but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening , and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out, "Who's there?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed, listening; just as I have done night after night hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently, I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief -- oh, no! It was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself, "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney, it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or, "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes he has been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions ; but he had found all in vain. ALL IN VAIN, because Death in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel, although he neither saw nor heard, to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time very patiently without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little -- a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it -- you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily -- until at length a single dim ray like the thread of the spider shot out from the crevice and fell upon the vulture eye.

It was open, wide, wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness -- all a dull blue with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones, but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person, for I had directed the ray as if by instinct precisely upon the damned spot.

And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! -- do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me -- the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once -- once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But for many minutes the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence.

I took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly so cunningly, that no human eye -- not even his -- could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out -- no stain of any kind -- no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that.

When I had made an end of these labours, it was four o'clock -- still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, -- for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears.

No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

~Edgar Allen Poe

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blijf met je jatten van die jongens af!!!!

Keep your filthy hands of those boys

no-one has a good word to say about this dickwad, and yet even that makes him over-rated.

source:

www.iqrasearch.com/surah-Mumenoon-translation.html

Quran Chapter 2 - Quran Translation of Surah Al-Baqara (The Cow)

1. Alif-Lam-Meem. (These letters are one of the miracles of the Quran and none but Allah (Alone) knows their meanings).

2 This is the Book (the Quran), whereof there is no doubt, a guidance to those who are Al-Muttaqoon (the pious and righteous persons who fear Allah much (abstain from all kinds of sins and evil deeds which He has forbidden) and love Allah much (perform all kinds of good deeds which He has ordained)).

3 Who believe in the Ghaib and perform As-Salat (Iqamat-as-Salat), and spend out of what we have provided for them (i.e. give Zakat , spend on themselves, their parents, their children, their wives, etc., and also give charity to the poor and also in Allahs Cause - Jihad, etc.).

4 And who believe in (the Quran and the Sunnah) which has been sent down (revealed) to you (Muhammad Peace be upon him ) and in (the Taurat (Torah) and the Injeel (Gospel), etc.) which were sent down before you and they believe with certainty in the Hereafter. (Resurrection, recompense of their good and bad deeds, Paradise and Hell, etc.).

5 They are on (true) guidance from their Lord, and they are the successful.

6 Verily, those who disbelieve, it is the same to them whether you (O Muhammad Peace be upon him ) warn them or do not warn them, they will not believe.

7 Allah has set a seal on their hearts and on their hearings, (i.e. they are closed from accepting Allahs Guidance), and on their eyes there is a covering. Theirs will be a great torment.

8 And of mankind, there are some (hypocrites) who say: "We believe in Allah and the Last Day" while in fact they believe not.

9 They (think to) deceive Allah and those who believe, while they only deceive themselves, and perceive (it) not!

10 In their hearts is a disease (of doubt and hypocrisy) and Allah has increased their disease. A painful torment is theirs because they used to tell lies.

11 And when it is said to them: "Make not mischief on the earth," they say: "We are only peacemakers."

12 Verily! They are the ones who make mischief, but they perceive not.

13 And when it is said to them (hypocrites): "Believe as the people (followers of Muhammad Peace be upon him , Al-Ansar and Al-Muhajiroon) have believed," they say: "Shall we believe as the fools have believed?" Verily, they are the fools, but they know not.

14 And when they meet those who believe, they say: "We believe," but when they are alone with their Shayatin (devils - polytheists, hypocrites, etc.), they say: "Truly, we are with you; verily, we were but mocking."

15 Allah mocks at them and gives them increase in their wrong-doings to wander blindly.

16 These are they who have purchased error for guidance, so their commerce was profitless. And they were not guided.

17 Their likeness is as the likeness of one who kindled a fire; then, when it lighted all around him, Allah took away their light and left them in darkness. (So) they could not see.

18 They are deaf, dumb, and blind, so they return not (to the Right Path).

19 Or like a rainstorm from the sky, wherein is darkness, thunder, and lightning. They thrust their fingers in their ears to keep out the stunning thunderclap for fear of death. But Allah ever encompasses the disbelievers (i.e. Allah will gather them all together).

I feel smugly superior to people to complain about the weather. "It's Minnesota," I want to say. "You forfeited your right to complain about April snowstorms when you chose to attend school here."

Of course, that doesn't stop me from admitting privately, to myself—and to the internet at large—that I, too, grow weary of the snow.

I'm not complainin', mind.

...Just sayin', the magic is waning a bit.

It's a bhang shop. You know, maryjane. Smoke. Weed. Pot. And this is a shop, government approved, where you can cop a buzz. You can get it in a smoothie, baked in a brownie or smoke it. I've been told that it's not very good. I wouldn't know. As far as illegal drugs are concerned, I've been on the wagon for thirty-something years. Not because I had a problem with it, but because I didn't and could figure out how to explain my illegal drug use to my children without feeling like a hypocrite. I'm not about to break a streak like that over some bad pot. I've been told by those in the know that what you really need to do is get a medical condition and move to California, where pot has been taken very seriously for generations, if you really want to start copping a good buzz..

Since Easter, I have been in a state of thought and to be honest, frustration. I have struggled with my faith and the choice to give my life over to Christ. I'm not entirely sure what's holding me back, but tonight's bible study was like a light bulb. It didn't sink in until I pulled into the driveway, but once I was home I raced up the stairs and pulled out my bible. After talking with Poe earlier today, I was still bothered by her situation and it made me recall some of my past experiences with religion. I have long contemplated Christianity and how it's place in the world has effected things. One of the biggest reasons, that I actually know of, for "converting to Christianity" was hypocrisy. Growing up in the bible belt you'll meet a lot of people who claim to be a follower of Christ, but aren't truly saved. South-eastern Kentucky is full of hypocrites and it's bothered me for a long time. I wasn't a "bad kid" in high school, but I was always flustered at the crowd who acted like they were better than me because they were a "roley poley" as we called them, but would come sneak in the bathroom to bum a cigarette from me. Sinning didn't seem so bad for me if I knew I wasn't saved, almost like an excuse. I felt like at least I was being honest with myself, and with God. I couldn't walk into church on Sunday morning and then go about my "sinning lifestyle" the rest of the week. After thinking about that more, and after the bible study, a couple of things hit me like a ton of bricks, and all at once.

Romans 3:23-24

23for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, 24and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.

When I talked to Poe, all of the frustrations of the hypocritical Christians came flooding back. I have felt for some time now that living in California has turned me into a moderate, but what is more of a reality is that I don't judge people the way I used to. While my own personal values are more conservative, I've taken a stance that it isn't my place to impose my beliefs on others. I'm entitled to believe them, and I'm entitled to share them, but if you don't feel the same way then that's you. I'm still guilty of it, but especially today I really realized that it isn't my place to look at other people and cast any kind of stone. I have no idea what half of the stuff in my bible even means. But, I do know that how any person chooses to live their life, the choices they make or the things they say are on them, not me. It's frustrated me for a long time that other people have felt like it was their place to tell me where I was making mistakes. What I do is between God, and I. No one else. It's good that I have people in my life who care enough about my soul to help guide me, but no one here on Earth should judge me. There's a very clear difference--ESPECIALLY if that person or group of people aren't even living their lives the way that THEY should be.

We read the above passage from Romans tonight and another truth really sunk in. Even when God finally breaks down the barriers in my heart, I'm not going to be sin-less. I had a hard time in high school with this same struggle I have today because I didn't want to change my ways. It works the other way around...you give up your life to God, and then you change your ways. I'm going to sin. We're all human and no one is perfect. While I've said that same sentence over and over in my head, out loud, to other people....I don't know if it really hit me until tonight.

Lastly, being that good guy doesn't get you into heaven. While I've always known that, I think I secretly tried to use that as an excuse in my heart. John and I have been talking for a few days about religion. Tonight's message was "religion is not the answer." It was almost humorous at the timing. But everything we talked about was true and it was a relief to hear it out loud. Doing good things, baptism, lent, confession, good deeds, going to church, donating to charity-while all of those things ARE good, they aren't what gets you into heaven. I looked at this little cross tonight and just needed to say these things "out loud." I was glad I went to the study it sort of tied up the loose ends from yesterday. I'd apologize if I offended you, but I wouldn't really mean it. I'm just not that kind of person. Some things will never change I suppose.

*I changed the privacy setting on this picture preventing people from making comments. Feel free to email me, but this was more of a blog of my own personal thoughts from today. Of course I love and appreciate all of your thoughts, I just wanted to be able to look back on today's picture in the future and see this moment for what it was. Don't worry-you can comment all over tomorrow's picture! Whatever that ends up being <3

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1. I live in Málaga, I' m 26 years old and my name is María Jesús, but anyone calls me like that ... I don't like my name ... My sisters, my boyfriend and my old friends call me Saku, my classmates called me Marizú,and the people from rabbits forum call me Marixús , and the rest call me Meila.

2.The name "Meila" comes emmm well... from the name of my furby... ^-^U

3. I'd have liked to study art, but I chose high school social studies and I did not like anything ... I feel that I have a of lack knowledge, and that after selectivity I did not choose it ... x_x

4.I love animals, but I hate insects and arachnids. I just like the ladybugs and snails ... ^-^U My house is like a small zoo. I have 2 rabbits, 2 guinea pigs, 1 roborowski, 3 lovebirds, 2 nymphs, a starling and 30 birds more ...

5.My favorite animal is the giraffe, but as a pet is not very practical xDDD. As a pet, I like rabbits and rodents. I love cats, and I hate to have allergy to them ... T^T

6.I haven't any balance sense ... I' m very clumsy and I fall very easily ... Evangeline especially has inherited that "quality" ...

7. I'm a very sensitive person and everything affect me so much, especially with animals

8. I have a terrible fear of rejection ... and I always think people dont like me...

9. I hate rude people, who don't respect my privacy, that caught my things without asking, alcohol, to treat me like a child, call me mrs...

10. I can't stand hypocritical people. If something is bothering me, you'll notice, I can't hide it ... ^ - ^ U

11. When I go to sleep, I need at least one large water bottle next to my bed, I sleep next to the kitchen, but I'm not quiet ...

12. I came into this world by chance, and I 've the luck to share it with some of my best friends, and also one of my sisters, and even my mother! I greatly appreciate have met the pullips and have found them thanks to wonderful people!

13. / My pullip's family consists of 6 pullips (7 if I count my mum's pullip), 4 taeyangs, 2 dals, 1 little pullip and 1 little dal. I've a bjd (bunny Dollzone) a Hujoo berry, and a baby Hujoo suve. Every night I make rol with them until late at night.

14. I love the cute and adorables things! If I were, it would be all full of kawaii things with eyes of shrimp... *-* I've more of 100 littlest pet shop...

15. I've an unhealthy obsession for characters with grey-white hair ... but I can't avoid, I love them ... ♥

16. I m very good remember things, but lousy memorizing facts ... u_u

17. I don't pay interest to what I dislike, maybe that explains the previous point ... ^-^ U But if I like something, I put great care in the world! Yes, I love doing it for fun, when something becomes an obligation, it's hard ... I am unable to do anything under pressure ... u_u

18. I love crafts! I can spend hours a day drawing, sewing, or doing anything else ...

19. I consider myself a person with enormous patience, I give many opportunities to everyone, but if someone repeatedly fails me, I lose confidence in that person forever ...

20. I have fear to spiders, cockroaches and jellyfish!

21. I consider myself shy, but with age is overtaking me ... At first I was hesitant to talk and establish links with people, but when I pick trusts ... I'm a parrot ... I can spend hours and hours on the phone without realizing it. xDD

22. I love taking pictures of everything, and all ... sometimes the people are around me gone mad with this hobby ... xDDDD

23. I think it´s hard to me take physical contact with people. I need to be very confident and love a lot someone to hug him. But If I do it it comes from the deepest of my heart! ♥

24. I always wanted to be a mother, and I have a feeling I never do it, so all those hopes turnaround on my animals and my pullips. For me they are very important and I love them a lot.

25. I am geek! Yes! And proud! xDDDD I love manga, anime, and now I'm a fan of Korean dramas ...

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Sorry for a sooo large tag... >_<

P.D. Thank you so much to Pearl for translate my tag!! ♥

Needful Things, an antique furniture and art business, in St James’s Street, Kemp Town, Brighton, East Sussex.

Needful Things is the name of Stephen King novel and film.

The kitsch shop is like a splendid part of the Addams Family mansion plonked down onto the street.

The local council claim that the shop does not have planning permission for the style of front door, (and would not gain it, even if applied for).

There appears to be a hypocritical element in the local council's attitude. In the same street an unlicensed Starbucks has been the focus of protesters as it has been operating for some time despite not having the appropriate planning permission.

Chemical Senses- The Journal of Taste and Smell Editor-in-Chief Master Scenthound Wolfgang Myerhof PhD - How does Myerhof Think I & the Brother 140 IQ in US Navy recognized the Sardine Oil Odor Rubbed on my Swollen Mumps Infected Jaws in Childhood 2nd grade - [or the Pink Salmon Odor during the ACC championship game Fox Sports SW Duke vs UNC - Jasmine Thomas (Cute) Rosalind Rasheed -Photographic evidence was sent to Grand Prairie PD Ducanville PD and like Rodney King type Evidence of the Patients Incoming and Outgoing and the Fault Recorder ( the NOBEL PRIZE in Psychology was won by the Russian psychologist PAVLOV - The Conditioned Response by ringing a Dinner Bell at a Dog's Mealtime-the Dog Hypersalivated in response to the Bell not the Sight [Sighthound-SEEING EYE DOG] or Smell [SCENTHOUND] of food) This is a Direct MEMORY Jog To Rosalind Rasheed a SENSORY MEMORY " This is The Dickey's BBQ which Catered our GE Corporate Lunch- I like This BBQ" -{This is a Gustatory- TASTE MEMORY- Cranial Nerve VII [Facial] -Anterior 2/3 of Tongue-Cranial Nerve IX [Glossopharyengeal]- Posterior 1/3 of Tongue Usually Formally Not Tested on Neurological Examination a Part Of CLINICAL SKILLS FIRST AID for USMLE STEP 2 CS-as found in Barnes & Nobles Bookstore South Tyler, TX In Announced Surveillance. The Aromatic Components of The Food also Contribute to "Taste or FLAVOR" of Food .. Olfactory Memory- Smell Memory- Cranial Nerve I [Olfactory] Usually blunted during a Cold Recently the FDA Removed Over The Counter Zinc Nasal sprays from the Market as the Caused a Loss of The Sense of Smell as Viewed on CBS Up To The Minute with Betty Nguyen. There is Strong Accumulating Scientific Evidence that The INSULAR Cortex (The Intensity Coder, Magnitude Estimator and HOW MUCH CENTER for Pain, Air Hunger, Upset Stomach, Full Stomach, Full Bladder, Full Rectum, Hot and Cold, and Internal Organ Sensations [Like Menstrual Cramping (Dsymenorrhea) -Making Women Bleeding Menstrual Cramping Hypocritical Midol Eating Callie Wall NBC 56 Tyler Lies !!] is the Part of the Brain that Estimates the Intensity of Flavor of Food as well. { See Hello E-Mails with Insular Cortex- Wikipedia Article Attached and 2009 Journal Of Neurophysiology Baliki Parsing Pain Perception Between Nociceptive Representation and Magnitude Estimation jn.physiology.org/content/101/2/875.long fMRI Northwestern Univ Regional Blood Flow Studies of Human Volunteers also Attached

Was lucky enough to photograph grass snakes today on my birthday! Well that was someone decided to try to take macro shots of them and they moved out of this tight formation, and scurried away.

Remember they have just come out of hibernation and are trying to get warm enough for their first hunt. If they are forced to scurry away they are using those depleted resources to get away from you rather survive the rest of cold period. Grass snakes are more sensitive to temperature than the rest of our reptiles.

These shot where taken with a telephoto lens. I know some people will read this and think I'm being a hypocrite as I do photograph other reptiles with a macro (only ones that remain calm though). Some people will think I'm telling them what to do which I aren't but I do have a passion for these critters and I don't know if people understand the grass snake lifecycle.

I also did this rant last year! And will probably do it next year.

www.oliverwrightphotography.com

but hypocrites, mendacious, cowards and double-faced "friends" will kill the most.

Only making 100 of these for North America, although the msrp is still standard. Stunning, gorgeous bike. Hey, I have an idea, they did the unveiling of the 1098 in a strip club and I seemed to be one of the only people on the planet who thought maybe it was hypocritical because of the pro-women stance they supposedly take. Maybe they should have the party for this in a brothel. PR people take note!

Continuing with my green theme. I took a prettier shot of the plastic bag on the ground, and was going to write about how to solve the problem of excess plastic bags. However, I couldn't leave the bag there. I wanted to be part of the solution, part of the battle against littering. I felt it would be ironic and hypocritical if I left the bag there.