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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'..))::

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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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2006 Dave b.2 a.k.a. tOkKa,http://www.terrible2z.com..all other elements © their much respected

owners..please respect the copyrights..

  

When you have an office full of pedants

Photo by Elisa Lirussi

Tercer capítulo de este curioso cuento, con las advertencias habituales, empezar por el principio suele ser lo lógico (aunque yo no soy un ejemplo de ello porque casi siempre cuando empiezo un libro le hecho un vistacito al final) y la extraña advertencia que venía al principio del libro: "¡CUIDADO!, absténgase de la lectura de este cuento las personas que carezcan del sentido de la ironía, el sarcasmo y cierto sentido del humor muy particular, podría provocar graves ataques de tontería aguda". Por cierto, ¿qué os parece este nuevo look de colegiala lectora?, me gusta especialmente la colocación de las piernas, bueno, dejo de enrollarme y… ¡empezamos!:

 

“…’cantando alegremente, ‘la, ra, la, ra, larito, del mercadillo saldré y poquito gastaré’, ‘la, ra, la, ra, larito, feliz, contenta y… con un regalito, ¡que bien!’”

 

“Pisaba ya la última calle y se veía la salida de esa tentación ambulante llamada mercadillo, allí era donde normalmente estaban colocados los puestos menos atrayentes para nuestra joven protagonista, por eso cuando vio a la multitud que invadía uno de dichos puestos no le costo nada decir con refinada prepotencia: ‘¡ja!, ¡miraré!, pues no tengo nada que temer, ¡seguro que para mi, nada es!’ Las botitas ‘especiales’ le advirtieron con preocupación y no faltas de sabiduría: ‘Ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente. Cariño, confórmate con lo que ya tienes y no te metas en problemas que evitar, puedes’. Pero la imprudente Melisa ni siquiera la escucho, la curiosidad podía con ella, había tanta gente que no podía saber de que se trataba, tanta gente… Ella ya había tenido experiencias en la que mucha gente agolpada no significaba que el producto fuera atrayente para ella, ni siquiera era garantía de que fuera un buen producto en ningún sentido, pero la idea de que fuera un chollo y ella se lo perdiera… ¡no, no, eso no podía consentirlo!... por lo menos tenía que salir de dudas, además, pensó tranquila, en estos puesto nunca hay nada que de verdad me atraiga. Y así, desoyendo el sentido común de sus amigas ‘especiales’, pues el suyo en ciertos lugares como este se iba de vacaciones, se acercó…y se acercó… y finalmente llegó a donde pudo leer: ‘Botas a 12 euros’. ¡No se lo podía creer!, ¡que era lo que pasaba ese día para esas baraturas botunas! La mente se le iluminó y llegó a una rápida conclusión: ‘Nunca jamás, las botas mas baratas estarán’. Las botas que veía no eran ni feas ni horteras, todo lo contrario, eran preciosas, ¡preciosas y baratas! ‘¿¡Tendré alguna vez otra oportunidad igual!?’ Veía a tantas mujeres cogiendo botas que si no se daba prisa no quedaría ninguna que valiera la pena, ni siquiera dejaban espacio para pasar y poder unirse a la fiesta. Fue entonces cuando se percató, ¡estaba bloqueada!, sus pensamientos bullían en diferentes direcciones y esto se traducía en una parálisis, que además de dejarle una bonita cara de tonta, no le dejaba ir ni para atrás, ni para adelante. Pero para los momentos difíciles (y también para las compras compulsivas) están las amigas, y viendo la indecisión paralizante de su dubitativa compañera, las botitas ‘especiales’, cuyo nombre no podía ser mas acertado porque de hecho eran tan, tan especiales, que eran hasta mágicas, decidieron hacer un conjuro, y con resolución y en voz alta, así recitaron: ‘Para poder la decisión correcta tomar, tus pensamientos tendrás que ordenar, Pros y Contras emergerán, y formas tomarán’. Las siluetas femeninas pintadas en los laterales de las botas empezaron a brillar con gran intensidad, se engrandecieron, salieron de las botas donde estaban confinadas y tomaron formas tridimensionales, ¡y que formas!...”

 

Bueno, hasta aquí ha llegado hoy la lectura, y también casi lo que tengo escrito (solo tengo un párrafo mas). Veremos a donde nos lleva, porque ni yo misma lo se, aunque mi idea es respetar los “hechos reales” en los que esta basado (la idea original), por mucha magia y muchos disparates que pueda añadir para adornarlos. Mas de uno se preguntará ¿qué se habrá tomado la escritora para esto?, je, je.

Continuará en la cuarta foto a partir de ahora, ¡besitos mágicos! (¿qué sería de la vida sin algo de magia, sea de la clase que sea?).

  

PS: Los capítulos anteriores podéis encontrarlos en el álbum dedicado al cuento, la dirección es: www.flickr.com/photos/47932076@N05/sets/72157625978352555...

  

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BABUSHKA - SNAPSHOT OF A KILLER (Chapter Nine)

    

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Самые недра ада

THE VERY BOWELS OF HELL

 

West London, England

     

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" Keep her sedated and as uncomfortable as you possibly can until my return. I have a little matter to attend to before I have the pleasure of finally putting this bitch out of her misery ".

   

The stifled drone of hazy voices broke into the very depths of Tatiana's lurid nightmares, Visions of her formidable adversary walking out the strange room, the cacophony of dayglo colours and bizarre imagery swirling together in a rambling and incoherent form that slowly followed a pattern of darkness into light, of wild and wonderful shapes into images of normality. The rhythmic drip of a tap grew increasingly louder and the voice of a single male altered from muted tone to perfect clarity as her eyelids flickered wildly like soft satin head scarves in a wind tunnel, and the invasive pain of overhead fluorescent lights began to burn like flames, as she awoke.

 

Confused thoughts and feelings, the realization that her limbs could not move for the tethers that bound them tightly together, eyes scanning the vicinity for clues as to her whereabouts as instinctively she fought to free herself from the bindings which secured both arms and legs to a cold metallic medical table on which she lay.

   

The male to whom Agent Anastasiya had been issuing stern orders prior to departing the scene, gazed down on her from above, hidden behind a white surgeons face mask covering the lower half of his middle aged, pointy facial features, hands upwards and forwards of his torso, not unlike the posture of a kangaroo. Tatiana's head pounded like the big bass drum in a brass band, a searing pain that caused her to wince before regaining some semblance of composure. Waves of pain swept across her temple, the likes of which she had never before encountered, and a bitter taste filled her dry mouth, lips crusty under the tongue, a sharp jabbing pain in her left arm confirmed with a sideways glance at the white plastic cannula taped across her palm, the plastic tube from which went deep into the deep blue artery leading from her middle finger backwards, leaving a clearly visible and hardened vein that stood proud and angry from the torture it had obviously endured.

 

From the pain of the plastic intrusion into her flesh, Tatiana guessed that it must have been inserted for many hours, though her recollections of the events which lead to her capture and detention were only coming through as hazy waves in fits and starts.

   

Eyes following the machinery all around her, she noticed how the two long flexible cords from the three headed cannula led to an upright shiny chromed stand on which sat two full bags of differing liquids, suspended by metal hooks that glistened under the intensity of the lights. One paler in colour than it's stable mate and marked with white lettering too small and insignificant for Tatiana's bewildered eyes to make out, the other darker and unmarked. The third tap, directly at the base of the bothersome contraption, was temporarily capped by a small bright orange bung, traces of dried blood left a residue over the tape which lay in three small strips to secure the device in place.

   

" Oh that headache my dear ", the man quipped with an almost amused tone of voice that positively effervesced with self congratulatory sarcasm as he moved around to Tatiana's left hand side.

   

" I could give you something for it, Codeine would work, some water to take care of that Sahara like dryness that you are tasting right now in your mouth but then you'll be dead in a short while so it would really be a waste of your time and my resources ".

 

His eyes seemed to light up with the obvious smile that beamed from behind that face mask, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes lighting up like a neon beacon, confirming his middle years, whilst the odour of tobacco emanating from the thin fabric protection was confirmed by the nicotine stains on his fingers as he prodded the Cannula, causing Tatiana yet more discomfort as the line within pushed against her vein.

   

On her right index finger was a plastic crocodile clip with a lead to a bank of machines to the right of the table, her pulse flitting across one of the screens at a reasonably steady rate, and two small circular discs lay affixed to the top of her chest, tiny metallic central balls connected by single leads to a heart monitor and a plethora of brightly coloured readings that Tatiana's eyes could not yet read as they tried to adjust to the reality of her plight.

   

“ Sodium thiopental, Left over from the cold war days, old and crude but so marvellously effective we find with a little dose of Narcosynthesis. You would have been singing like a canary and yet you don't remember a damn thing. You have to admire the beauty of the precious liquid, do you not? “, the man quipped, clearly amused by the situation and gratified by his own handiwork.

 

" Nice tits by the way. So pleasing to feel all, natural ones in these days of implants and surgical realignments, an area of the medical profession that bored me until the chance to take this opportunity came my way. If you are feeling any discomfort down below, it may well be from the roughness of the guards. Not that I saw them taking turns with you, you understand, but in my experience it's often been the case that they do in such circumstances. Well, who could blame them after all, such a pretty little wild animals aren't we ".

   

By now his right hand was stroking Tatiana's face gently, something much to her chagrin as she forcibly shook her head and made his attentions clearly unwelcome.

   

" Where did Anastasiya go to? ", Tatiana asked through pursed lips and an angrily flaring nose, the man smiling as he stepped away from her and walked to a silber metallic petri dish located on one of the side tables that contained blood soaked bandaging and the remnants of a large partly used hypodermic syringe. Gathering up the grimy syringe and returning to her, he popped open the small plastic securing lid to the drip line mid way between one of the fluid bags and the cannula and paused for a moment before inserting the needle tip into the plastic housing.

 

" I assure you that you need not worry your pretty little head over Agent Anastasiya, she'll be back to attend to your final moments shortly and ensure that your journey to the afterlife is as painful and unpleasant as is humanly possible. In the meantime, a little something to have you burningin agony from the inside, a concoction that I myself have developed, with a degree of considerable success if I might be so bold. "

 

Tatiana had already noted the leather restraining cuffs and the omission to tether both legs adequately, just enough play to allow her the opportunity to gather some power in her lower limbs, her right arm already turning inside the leather until her palm was flat to the bed side, pain searing through her body as she carefully began to bend her digits backwards, fingers and thumb tucked over and inwards, pushing back against her own hand, one of the tricks Sergei had taught her in counter interrogation tactics so many years previously. The man checked the two bags of liquid once again, oblivious to the imminent demise of his final breath as he inserted the needle and began to depress the plunger, the slightly orange coloured liquid making it's way into the plastic tubing and heading towards Tatiana's hand. Screaming in pain, Tatiana freed her right hand, pushing her midriff upwards from the bed and levering both legs violently upwards as she grabbed the syringe out of his hand, immediately planting the needle tip deep into his right temple and pumping the contents into his skull. Grabbing a scalpel from near Petri dish on the metal cabinet beside the bed, in an instant she had cut the leg bindings as both ankles locked around the shocked man's head, pulling him downwards and trapping his face into the mattress of the bed.

 

With her right hand she pulled at the cannula, tearing the see through securing tape off and ripping the lengthy plastic tubing out of her palm, a jet stream of fresh blood exploding from the gaping hole and spattering over the white coated man as she used the scalpel to cut the leather binding off her other hand.

   

The sweet taste of freedom was little noted before she ripped the heart monitoring discs and pulse leads from her naked flesh, pulling the man towards her until she had her left arm locked around his throat like a vice, placing the scalpel blade to his neck as she looked around.

   

“ Where the hell am I? “, she spoke angrily, the man grimacing under the pain of the assault as he managed a faint smile and replied.

   

“ The very bowels of Hell, my dear. "

   

" And you can get me out of here, right? ", she demanded, the man managing a faint laugh as he declined her question, fighting for breath as her hold increased, though clearly finding the situation quite amusing.

 

" Please, you have to help me, I'm burning, my head.... ". Eyes turning red, foam bubbling in the corners of his mouth, the man began to violently convulse and it was all that Tatiana could do to keep control of him as he shook and writhed before her.

 

" Then let me make it a little easier for you all, as you're no longer of any use to me it would seem. ", Tatiana snarled as she pushed the scalpel into the left side of his throat and pulled backwards until the blade came out just below his right ear. A muted scream of shock and a degree of gargling followed as Tatiana relinquished her fearsome grip, his hands raised to try and stem the tidal flow of blood from the gaping wound, to no avail. With force, she pushed the man onto the floor in front of her, directly into the plethora of stainless steel waste dishes. Rising up from the bed she spotted the CCTV camera in the left corner of the room, gathering up tray in her right hand and aiming it like a missile to disable the unit, which swivelled and turned away from her direction under impact. Eyes darting quickly left and right, she headed towards the only door into the room, above it a panic button in vivid red which she thumped for all she was worth. The droning alarm siren added to the pain in her head as she crouched down behind the door frame, and waited for her chance of making an escape.

   

Footsteps growing ever closer, voices elevated and tones of concern, as the door opened and a soldier rushed into the room. Combat greens, pristine pressed and black army issue boots bulled and glass-like shiny. Youthful flesh, no more than a fresh faced kid, bewilderment registering upon his face as Tatiana plunged her scalpel into the top of his thigh, rising to her feet and grabbing his Beretta 93 9mm automatic pistol before griping him by the chin and swivelling around to face the corridor outside.

   

Three other soldiers fell consecutively under the hail of twenty Luger 9mm cartridges from the magazine as she lifted the soldier and walked forwards from the room using him as a shield. Throwing him onto the ground as the final rounds were expelled, she reached down and took another pistol and machine gun which she slung over her right shoulder, from one of the freshly fallen corpses, dispatching the injured soldier with a single shot to the back of the skull, before moving deeper into the corridor, back to the pale blue painted walls and headed towards an intersection where four corridors converged in perfect harmony.

   

At that point, she came across a lone female civilian, mid twenties, smart attire with a pencil skirt over a petite frame and black high heels, long brown hair tied back with a single gold clasp, handbag around her left shoulder and a clutch bag in her hand, teary eyes testing water proof mascara that clearly was anything but. Tatiana pinned the young female to the wall, a surprised expression peeking over the forceful hand which gripped her mouth, preventing her from screaming. Tatiana momentarily removed her hand, forcing the cold steel barrel of her automatic pistol into the terrified girl's mouth, as she raised both arms in submissive fright.

   

“ Do you want to live longer than the next twenty seconds? ".

   

The girl nodded, a mouth full of metallic threat and a face full of fear, tears cascading as she looked straight into the eyes of the escaped killer.

 

“ Good, well that's a minor detail that we both currently have in common I guess. Do you speak English? “

 

“Uh Huh” the girl mouthed with subdued tone as she nodded.

   

“Uh Huh is not a language, try stringing a few words together”

 

“ I'm frightened ", the girl replied, liquid streaming from her eyes along with globules of thick mascara that trickled down her reddish cheeks like the banks of a breached river after a landslide of earth.

   

“ Don't be, you're not on my list right now. Do exactly what I tell you and you'll remain off that list. Get me caught and I will kill every person you ever loved before coming for you, starting with your husband. "

 

" Oh I'm afraid that's not possible as I'm not married ", the girl sobbed, now allowed the indulgence of two free hands to grab a tissue from her clutch bag to wipe her eyes.

 

" Your boyfriend then ", Tatiana continued.

 

" No, you misunderstand me, you see, I'm gay ", the girl spurted between the tears.

 

" Your girlfriend then "

 

The girl began balling once more as she explained, " She's just dumped me by text for another girl she works with...."

 

"For fuck's sake woman...", Tatiana was by now losing patience.

   

" Look, let me make it nice and simple for you bitch, help me or you die. OK. I need an exit. Quick. And do me a favour will you, try to act as naturally as you can or else you'll get us both killed. . The girl allowed her eyes to dart quickly to her left, towards the end of the corridor which curled away out of sight. Tatiana lowering the pistol from the girls face and pushing it into her rib cage with a menacing prod, eyes scanning the location feverishly.

 

“We need to exit via the stairwell and out onto the road, I'm parked there. We're not supposed to do so but I do it all the time and security here is pretty lacking at the best of times, you know, macho men and their stupid guns and all. Here's my level one pass that will get you through the security door, and my car keys "

   

“Keep them”,Tatiana quipped, “You're driving”.

   

Down the corridor and through the security door, the green light flashing merrily to afford exit into the South Stairwell as the card was entered, the pair entered the car park and located the terrified woman's shiny black pearlescent Porsche 911 Carerra, the doors opening as she blipped the black leather key fob.

 

" How much are they paying you for Christ's sake! ", Tatiana exclaimed as she ran a finger along the seductive bodywork and beckoned the girl over.

 

" I would have thrown you in the trunk but seeing as it's actually in the hood and not big enough to store anything bigger than a handbag, you'd better get inside. The smell of leather and real walnut wood permeated the confines of the capacious boot as Tatiana closed it down behind her, instructing the woman to drive her to the safety of city. The escape was made, freedom found and whether or not the young Porsche owning lesbian would live to see another sunrise depended upon the mood and whims of a natural born killer.

     

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Rewritten on August 1st 2011

 

Originally penned in August 2010

  

Photograph taken of a Porsche 911 just off Bedford Street near The Strand in Central London, England, at 06:20am on July 14th 2011.

 

Nikon D700 28mm 1/125s f/4.0 iso200

 

Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. UV filter. Nikon GP-1

  

LATITUDE: N 51d 30m 33.53s

LONGITUDE: W 0d 7m 27.46s

ALTITUDE: 43m

 

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What an "insightful" fortune cookie.

Sarcasm asside, here we find MBTX 2032 passing through Devil"s Foot cut In Davisville RI headed for Quonset Point to drop off patrons of the Air Show. This was the first "revenue" passenger move on this trackage since the New Haven Railroad closed up shop. 6/11/2016

A little sarcasm goes a long way. Unless of course you are a pirate in which case this probably sounds about right.

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La danza de los viejitos es un baile lleno de sarcasmo contra los españoles. Los danzantes llevan máscaras rosadas simulando la cara de un viejito español e inician el baile con pasos temblorosos y renqueantes.... y de repente, al ritmo de la música, se lanzan a zapatear y saltar frenéticamente.

Apparently the lowest form of wit !

 

Often the funniest though !

 

@ Skipton Market

  

Gaz

hidden by a van, you wouldn't guess there's a building. /sarcasm

Gostei bem mais do verdão Bota da Mereje depois desse up com o Sarcasm.

 

Passei duas camadas do glitter, que fica bem discreto na unha, (imagino que seja pelo tamanho mini e acabamento acetinado do glitter), apesar de multicolorido. Não usei TC.

 

Amei as cores do Sarcasm, acho que ele rende muita combinação linda.

giggle giggle...heavily ladened with sarcasm :)

 

My first time to Hurricane Ridge. What a view!

When I came back from lunch break, my colleague looking after the library was in the process of printing this sign to post in the library.

 

Working in a junior high school has its challenges, and today she decided to face the noise issue head on in her own way. I guess we’ll never know if the kids would have understood the sarcasm or taken it literally, as Flickr is likely the only place this sign will be posted and laughed at by those of us who empathize.

Primer plano y cambio de look para la lectura de este capítulo. Para variar vamos faltos de espacio así que ¡empezamos!:

 

"¡CUIDADO!, absténgase de la lectura de este cuento las personas que carezcan del sentido de la ironía, el sarcasmo y cierto sentido del humor muy particular, podría provocar graves ataques de tontería aguda."

 

“Melisa lo tenía claro, tenía toda la razón, aún no había hecho nada y podía evitar los problemas fácilmente, y Dios sabe que no necesitaba ninguno mas. Se encaró a la salida y cuando se disponía a dar el primer paso fue ‘Pros’ la que habló:….”

 

“(Pros) –‘No es lo que deseas’- Pros siempre hablaba con un convencimiento absoluto, su tono de voz era firme pero muy agradable y daba la impresión al oyente de estar escuchando una verdad evidente e indiscutible. –‘En ese puesto puede estar lo que deseas, como mínimo debes de salir de dudas para poder decidir. Ve.’

(Contras) –‘Pequeña… es verdad que si miras y no hay nada te quedarás mas tranquila, pero… tu sabes…’- el aspecto que presentaba Contras, así como su tono de voz y sus modales, eran muy maternales, llevaba un vestido propio de una mujer madura con un bonito estampado en celeste y blanco, medias color carne, lucía media melena lisa, ojos castaño claro, y un juego de accesorios que consistía en collar, pendientes, pulseras y anillos que sin ser llamativos, destacaban en el conjunto general, esta vez su nombre estaba impreso en una pequeña esclava de plata que formaba parte de dicho conjunto. Su aura era cálida, acogedora, y llevaba a Melisa agarrada del brazo mientras andaban lentamente. – ‘…lo sabes bien, cariño… si hay algo que merezca la pena, no podrás comprarlo, mi princesita. Tienes sentido de la responsabilidad…, ¿por que pasar por esa prueba?, no es necesario que pases por eso, amorcito, asume que no hay nada, y vete de aquí, mi niña.’

(Pros)- ‘Ve.’

Las palabras de Contras no habían hecho ningún efecto en esta ocasión, a Melisa le consumía el deseo y la curiosidad y Pros no se tenía que esforzar lo mas mínimo para convencerla. Aparto a Contras con delicadeza y se zambulló en el mar de mujeres que abarrotaban el puesto. El primer problema que se encontró fue debido a esta superpoblación en el puesto, situarse para poder inspeccionar alguna bota se preveía como algo complicado, tendría que entremeterse entre las mujeres y luchar por ello…

(Contras) –‘Ja, ja’- su risa, si es que se la podía denominar de esa forma, era sarcástica y maliciosa y la intensidad de sus pícaros ojos verdes así como el ardor picante de su aura acentuaban estas características –‘esto va a ser todo un espectáculo’- esta vez llevaba un ceñidísimo minivestido de cuero, color morado con un escote que dejaba muy, muy poquito a la imaginación, los laterales del vestido estaban hechos con hilos entrelazados entre si que dejaba al descubierto gran parte de su piel así como sus sensuales curvas, un tatuaje con su nombre se dejaban ver en el lateral izquierdo. De sus tacones de aguja, que eran del mismo color que el vestido, salía dos hilitos que se iban entrelazando a lo largo de su pantorrilla hasta llegar a la rodilla prolongando el efecto que producía los laterales del vestido. Completaban su look una cara de niña mala y largos rizos ondulados que poblaban su melena. Estaba tumbada en el aire, dejando apoyada elegantemente su cabeza en la mano derecha y jugueteando con los pies alegremente. – ‘a ver, a ver, ¿cuantos hombres hay comprando botitas de niñita?, mmm, ¡que tal si empiezo a contarlos!, uuuuno,….dooo…no, no, este no era, falsa alarma, ¡que tía mas fea!, bueno, que me distraigo, vuelvo a empezar, uno…uno…¡uno!, pues mira chica, en uno se queda’- la temperatura de Melisa había subido alarmantemente, sentía bochorno y vergüenza y el color de su cara así lo indicaba, era difícil de creer que se pudiera alcanzar ese color rojo en la piel humana – ‘te sentirás importante, el único ejemplar, ¡que pintoresco!, por cierto dadas las circunstancias, ¿te trato de chica o de chico?, ¿qué crees que pensará la jovencita que esta delante de ti?, ¿le preguntamos?, no creo que se enfade, seguro que pasa un buen rato, se reirá de lo lindo cuando te hagas con un hueco y empieces a mirar botitas, ¿verdad… preciosidad?’- Contras era toda burla y Melisa toda vergüenza, no era justo…

(Melisa) –‘…bruja vengativa…’ – apenas le salían las palabras, mantenía su mirada baja y sus puños cerrados por la rabia, estaba a punto de explotar.”

 

Continuara dentro de cuatro fotos…

 

Lo dejamos en un momento de tensión, ¿cómo se resolverá?, ¡aaaah…!, ¡hora de despedirse!, ¡besitos tensionados! (¿¡que pasará!?, ¿¡que pasará!?, estoy en vilo)

 

PS: Los capítulos anteriores podéis encontrarlos en el álbum dedicado al cuento, la dirección es: www.flickr.com/photos/47932076@N05/sets/72157625978352555...

 

PS: Si quieres ver un video con este look (If you want see a video with this look) :

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_uECwjsm1M (recomendado, se ve mejor / recommended, it looks better)

 

www.flickr.com/photos/61410455@N08/5744157888/in/photostream

 

Sarcasm Express:

 

Rural Washington is so blessed to have multiple nature sites where we can dump our trash and use it for target practice to prove our second amendment rights.

rewatchin the yacht rock www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb_XEwgfmDk&feature=related

 

ccccheck out the thriftered embroidered shirt, the belt the skirt (from YeYeVintage.etsy.com) and boots

tabio tights

One hell of a lash-up leads an intermodal transfer from Logistics Park to Corwith Yard with an SD40-2, 2 ES44AC's, another SD40-2, a BN GP50, and a BN GP30 rebuild.

Oi minha gente!

Amei essa combinação!

O Praça XV eu comprei faz muito tempo, mas ele veio com aquelas bolinhas pretinhas super chatas que aparecem em alguns esmaltes, então apesar dele ter uma cor linda eu nunca usei ele sozinho porque o acabamento não fica bom.

Hoje chegou minha compra na Maria Gastadeira, eu fui testar os esmaltes que vieram nas unhas pra ver qual combinação ficava mais bonita, aí eu fiquei em duvida entre usar o Sarcasm com um esmalte cinza clarinho, que ficou lindo, ou com esse roxo, mas como eu to "aloka" dos roxos ultimamente escolhi esse, mas dá próxima vez com certeza vou usar com o cinza.

Por hoje é só, beijos!

Probably too large if you View On Black, but he is so cute it is worth it. :-)

 

The turtle is Mustard, the eye part is in the tags. Although, as you can see, he has a nice eye also.

Mustard was picked up on some friend's horse farm in Ashville, North Carolina

many years ago. He had an infestation of bot fly larvae and would have died,

but we extracted them, medicated him, brought him home and nursed him back to

health. He hibernates in the yard, and he just came up today. Before coming

here he was chewed on by something that lives in the mountains, and the white

area is exposed bone. There is more in the back. So he is not the prettiest

turtle, but the shell did what it is supposed to, and he is alive.

 

I just couldn't resist buying this postcard in a shop in Holland.

Amei essa combinação. ♥

Achei fofo e coloridinho na medida certa. O Sarcasm é um dos meus preferidos da PL.

Bom fds, meninas. ;)

bjobjo

Smena 8M, Kodak Ektar 100, 35mm. Lightroom processing and B&W conversion. A karate club in Sheffield.

Naked line dancing...

Ricky : "So last week we brought Soapy to the vet because she had very itchy eyes and ears. They said they thought it was allergies, right Mom?"

Me : "Yes. Either that or Sophie got into something.."

Ricky : "It has to be allergies because she NEVER gets into anything!! That was sarcasm.."

Me : "I know it was..."

Ricky : "She's been taking all her medicine and she's doing much better. She even learned how to catch a ball when you bounce it."

Me : "We're still trying to teach her to drop the ball. When you tell her "Drop it" she ignores you, but if you say "Sophie sit" then she drops the ball..."

Ricky : "Soapy is not the sharpest knife in the drawer... or the brightest crayon in the box.. …not the brightest bulb in the chandelier..."

Me : "Are you done?"

Ricky : "Yeah... I still love her."

Me : "Me too."

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teacher, leave the kids alone

Hey, Teacher, leave the kids alone!

All in all, it's just another brick in the wall

All in all, you're just another brick in the wall

 

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Non abbiamo bisogno di educazione

Non abbiamo bisogno di essere sorvegliati

né di oscuro sarcasmo in aula

Professore, lascia in pace i ragazzi

Hey, professore, lascia in pace i ragazzi!

Tutto sommato, è solo un altro mattone nel muro

Tutto sommato, siete solo un altro mattone nel muro

 

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it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memoriale_per_gli_ebrei_assassinati...

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memorial_to_the_Murdered_Jews_of_Eu...

Adorei essa combinação! :D

 

Mais aqui: esmaltesdaandressa.blogspot.com.br/2013/11/opi-funny-bunn...

The Power of 3 comp

Can't think right now, I'm like a week behind on this project and I still feel a bit sick.

 

image © alyssa jiosa

  

tumblr. facebook.

In the great British tradition of sarcasm this one is dedicated to all the people out there who are about as much use as a concrete trampoline. So there I was in the studio when I found myself at the top of a ladder and in need of a bit of assistance. It just so happened that a couple of people were visiting at the time to check out a couple of our new pieces and have a beer. Anyway due to my precarious position I didn't bother to turn round when I asked for help as I just thought one of them would hear and come to my aid. No joy. After a further 30 seconds of struggling I could still hear them behind me so I shouted for help this time but still to no avail. After finally downing tools and climbing down I swung round to give these layabouts a piece of my mind when I realised they had headphones on and chatting happily whilst playing Call of Duty. Nice one. Cheers for the assist there...

 

Cheers

 

id-iom

 

Title: Well Handy

Materials: Watercolour pencil, ink, paint pen and pastel

Size: A4 Framed

 

For Sale £85

"Não me prendo a nada que me defina. sou companhia, mas posso ser solidão. tranqüilidade e inconstância, pedra e coração. Sou abraços, sorrisos, ânimo, bom humor, sarcasmo, preguiça e sono. Música alta e silêncio. Serei o que você quiser, mas só quando eu quiser. Não me limito, não sou cruel comigo! Serei sempre apego pelo que vale a pena e desapego pelo que não quer valer… Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir, de entrar em contato. Ou toca, ou não toca.

 

Clarice Lispector

 

QUE A NOSSA QUINTA FLOWER SEJA CHEIA DO MAIS PURO AMOR.

210 x 110cm, acrylic on canvas, 08

We don’t need no education.

We don’t need no thought control.

No dark sarcasm in the classroom.

Teacher, leave those kids alone.

Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!

All in all it’s just another brick in the wall.

All in all you’re just another brick in the wall.

 

Pink Floyd - The Wall

 

Brisbane State High School - probably one of the few schools we have with this red brick insitutional style look to it - its not really a practical style of constuction for Queensland summers to be honest.

 

The school always reminds me of Pinkl Floyd for some reason, that blank faceless windows, red brick walls.

 

Shot in color and a grunge filter effect applied to boost the contrast and shadows in the image - I like the way this turns out - the feeling works well for my mind.

Drinking Club With a Photography Problem

Imagine how the cat feels.

 

Cue the sarcasm of parenthood...

Oh the JOY that fills my heart when I walk into the kitchen to find that a certain tiny person has not only emptied a box of fettuccine on the floor, but also locked himself in the pantry....

Tri-X 400 Rolleiflex Automat (K4B2) 9/27/20

 

Caffenol-C:

 

20g Vitamin C - Powder

24g Washing Soda (Sodium Carbonate)

45g Maxwell House Instant Coffee

1 L tap water (~ambient temp)

 

11 Minutes around 21 C 5 Inversions every 30 sec

 

Note: Dissolve Vitamin C and Washing Soda thoroughly before adding instant coffee.

Sarcasm, wit and Doctor Who run deep in this relationship.

  

Vlog - youtu.be/3uFen9rHAvg

 

Collies Ledge , Sgurr Alisdair to Sgur Mhic Coinnich

 

A family holiday in Skye which I was really looking forward to and the first two days were looking superb (weather wise)- how could I resist the pull of my favourite place in the whole wide world – The Black Cuillin??? With family commitments and trying not to lose any brownie points, I set the alarm at 4am, sound in the knowledge that the rest of the family wouldn’t surface till well after 9!! In fact I hoped they wouldn’t know I was gone until at least mid morning!!;) Which would then give me time to get back soon after as if I hadn’t been away at all !! (Please read last bit with a sprinkling of sarcasm ;)).

 

After arriving at our home for the week, I set about getting my gear ready and I was ready for the off early on the Monday morning….

 

4am and porridge and coffee were consumed and then a drive into the sunrise with some of the most majestic scenery in the world. To add to my delight the first thing I saw as I left the car was an otter crossing the garden , this was followed by the skies glowing pink, then orange as the sun rose before the hour hand hit 5am. I was finding it hard not to stop at every layby to take photos, but I eventually got round and down to a quiet (a rarity in the summer) Glen Brittle for about 05.30am. The Cuillin were inviting me up and I had a right good spring in my step. My original objective was a quick blast up The Great Stone Chute an back again to allow me to get back mid morning, however if things were looking good (they were!) I wanted to visit Collies Ledge again and then head up Sgurr Mhic Coinnich. The last time I had been on these peaks was on a traverse of the ridge 14 years previously and I have vivid memories of Collies Ledge which I wanted to relive today 

 

The path up to Coire Lagan is well made and the Cuillin dominate the view, with Rum and Eigg taking second place;) Arriving in Coire Lagan the lovely lochan awaited and I stopped for a while on the slab of rock that sits on its crest and admired the views back down to the beach . However, I was only delaying the inevitable, that being the brutish ascent that was awaiting me. The Great Stone Chute is easily identified and just about takes you to the top of Sgurr Alasdair, I was expecting this ascent to be brutal, and it didn’t disappoint! Foot placements were key and I must admit the walking poles really helped (I was doubtful if they would’ve helped). After a good old slog, I eventually reached the Bealach. The sun was starting to light up Coire Lagan behind me which gave great views, but as I crested the bealach the panorama of the southern Cuillin with the mainland mountains as a back drop was spectacular! What a sight. It was around 07.30ish now and after gawking at the views I had the short scramble to the top of Sgurr Alasdair (involved a short balancey section!). It was fun though and soon I was perched on the highest point in Skye with the ridge stretching out before me ! I’d like to say I had the place to myself but before long I spotted a group of three climbers coming over from Sgurr Dubh Mor. It was amazing and I sat on the summit for about 30 minutes before moving on – the climbers I had seen hadn’t arrived by the time I left the summit but they would soon catch me up.

 

Descending back to the bealach and I decided that I would descend down the Great Stone Chute and traverse across the face of Sgurr Thearlaich to gain access to Collies Ledge. When we did the traverse, 14 year ago, we had come over Surr Thearaich to get to Collies Ledge but this involved some grade 3 scrambling, down the face and being on my lonesome, I decided on this slightly easier route today.

Once about a third down the Chute I found a slight path heading off north and traversing the rocky face. The poles were put away as to get to the Bealach Thearlaich involved some easy (grade 1) scrambling. I found a gully leading to the bealach and scrambled up. At this point I could hear voices very close and eventually spotted the three climbers descending Sgurr Thearaich. They were very close to me and I expected them to appear at the bealach at the same time I arrived but when arrived I couldn’t see them although I could still hear them. Next was the highlight of the hike – Collies Ledge. To ascend it from the bealach you follow the polished rock round to the right and a couple of scrambling moves up see you at the start of the airy traverse.

From this point , Collies Ledge didn’t disappoint! The airy traverse is a sheer joy. Nothing technically demanding but the exposure to your left is immense. At points I had both hands on the rock to my right with gapping drops looming below me, but saying that if you are ok with heights this is a few hundred metres to enjoy – absolutely stunning

I eventually reached the end of the traverse and soon the going was vertical again. At this point the three climbers had caught me up and I let them pass as it turned out they were doing the ridge traverse. They were moving well and at speed – hope they made it safely to the end of the ridge 

Once you reach the crest of Sgurr Mhic Coinnichs ridge there is scrambling all the way to the summit. At points the exposure is almost greater than when on Collies Ledge as the drops are now on both sides. A head for heights is a definite requirement here! However I was soon on the summit and the chaps had passed and were quickly descending – heading for the Inn Pinn and Sgurr Dearg. Me on the other hand , well I was in no rush and I enjoyed another 45 minutes on this airy perch, enjoying the views and solitude. It was now about 9 am.

 

More filming and photos were taken and now I had to descend. I knew that more scrambling was required as I descended the same route I had just ascended. Beyond this however, more down climbing and scrambling moves are required before reaching the flat area above the An Stac Screes. After a wee bit of route finding on the descent (there are lots of ways down through the large boulders – some easier than others!) I eventually reached the flat area and sat and had a third breakfast before getting the poles out again for the scree descent.

Having done my research I knew I had to find the correct line for the descent, which wasn’t too bad as the weather was clear, I had noted this point on the way down from Sgurr Mhic Coinnich. The top of the descent is steep and loose and I was grateful for having poles, but once on the actually scree run, the going was slow but nice , his time having gravity on my side (unlike the ascent of The Great Stone Chute!

Before long and I was again in the magnificent amphitheatre of Coire Lagan. I sat down and relaxed. The helmet was replaced with my hat and I soaked in the views in the knowledge that I could just about start to relax! The path out was now the only obstacle and I headed down passing many , many people who were taking a walk on the fine, warm and sunny morning.

An hour after reaching the car (and driving past the busiest locations I’ve seen for years – Fairy Pools and Sligachan!), I eventually got home at lunchtime. A few brownie points were lost but not enough to stop another quick Cuillin blast later in the week (stay tuned!;))