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Jenny Holzer - SURVIVAL, 1983-1985 (exhibited as part of Creative Time’s 42nd Street Project 1993)

"Like the Jenny Holzer pieces, you’ve got a lot of people saying, ‘What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’ And it’s like, well, why are you angry about that and you’re not angry about anything else you see here? About drug dealing, about people with drugs, about homelessness, but you’re getting mad about this sign because people feel it doesn’t belong here. And they feel all the other stuff does." (Theatre Electrician)

This bra is like a high tech chastity belt for boobs. It’s designed not to open unless in the presence of true love. That’s right. Forget about kissing frogs to find your prince and instead just get this bra that’s all based on science!

When excited, the adrenal medulla secretes catechlomine, which affects the automatic nerve, and stimulates the heart rate. A built-in sensor reads the woman’s heart-rate signal and sends it to a special app via Bluetooth for analysis. the app then calculates the True Love Rate based on changes in the heart rate over time. When the True Love Rate exceeds a certain value, the bra hook is opened automatically.

See, I told you there was science. All you need is this bra and your phone, and you’ll never again have to worry about your bra suddenly becoming unclasped with the wrong person. Then again, you might risk having your bra fall off when sitting next to your soulmate in class or, I dunno… eating chocolate cake.

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THE ALIEN BEAUTY OF BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH

WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THAT LAST ONE

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Lembas Bread (Lord of the Rings “authentic” Elvish bread)

Ingredients: 

 2 ½ cups of flour
1 tablespoon of baking powder
¼ teaspoon of salt
½ cup of butter
1/3 cup of brown sugar
1 teaspoon of cinnamon
½ teaspoon honey
2/3 cup of heavy whipping cream
½ teaspoon of vanilla

Directions:

Preheat oven to 425F. Mix the flour, baking powder and salt into a large bowl. Add the butter and mix with a well till fine granules (easiest way is with an electric mixer). Then add the sugar and cinnamon, and mix them thoroughly.

Finally add the cream, honey, and vanilla and stir them in with a fork until a nice, thick dough forms.

Roll the dough out about 1/2 in thickness. Cut out 3-inch squares and transfer the dough to a cookie sheet.Criss-cross each square from corner-to-corner with a knife, lightly (not cutting through the dough).

Bake for about 12 minutes or more (depending on the thickness of the bread) until it is set and lightly golden.

***Let cool completely before eating, this bread tastes better room temperature and dry. Also for more flavor you can add more cinnamon or other spices***

as someone who has baked these A LOT

They are REALLY GOOD

and I am reblogging this because I KEEP LOSING MY RECIPE 

The creative juices are REALLY flowing out there in metaldom . . . SO much juice . . . So sticky, so pungent . . . You just want to smear it ALL over and massage it into your scalp and make fluffy merengue with it . . . and

Ooops, sorry about that.  Where was I?  Oh yeah, a lot of creative juicing going on. LOTS of new metal songs to be spread around, like. . . well, you know. Here’s just a small smear of what I found this morning (more of what I found over the last 24 hours can be seen and heard here).

AGELESS OBLIVION

In July 2012 our own Andy Synn reviewed the debut album by a band from Hampshire, UK, named Ageless Oblivion. Here’s a relevant excerpt:

“You may not have heard of this band, but doubtless you will be doing so more in the future. With a fresh take on the death metal dynamic, this, their debut album, provides a master class in modern death metal, shot through with unusual progressive impulses. . . . The playing throughout is deft and highly skilled, without veering into territory one could describe (often dismissively) as “tech”. While there is no doubt some complex fretwork going on here, it’s always done in service to the song and as part of an overall pattern of interlocking riffs, woven together seamlessly. Drums clatter and pound with impressive force, eschewing the simple blast-blast-blast approach in favour of punchy, jarring kick patterns and sharp, hammer-blow snare-beats, while the vocals favour a tormented, guttural howl that successfully captures an all-too-human sense of rage and despair, making a rare emotional connection with the listener.”

Ageless Oblivion now have a new album named Penthos that will be coming your way on March 18 (a day earlier in the EU) via Siege of Amida and Century Media. Yesterday brought the premiere of a new song named “Glacial Blood” and it’s a megawatt jolt to the system. Much of what Andy wrote applies here as well. The music wields together pile-driving rhythms, flash-fired guitar and bass work, and dark, writhing melodies (with an instrumental break that sounds like the bell of doomsday tolling) into a riveting whole. I’m really liking this.

https://www.facebook.com/agelessoblivion

METSATÖLL

“Tõrrede Kõhtudes” (“In the Bellies of Barrels”) is the new single from Estonia’s Metsatöll, and it began streaming today. According to the band, “‘Tõrrede kõhtudes’ is dedicated to the making of a very important Estonian beverage. Metsatöll leaves it for the listeners to decide which beverage it is, although the mentioned ingredients do not leave much room for guessing.” The lyrics are in Estonian, but the English translation mentions hops, malts, and juniper branches.

I have such fond memories of the one live Metsatöll show I attended (it was more fun than a barrel of greased monkeys). I have fond memories of the wonderful artwork for their last album (and its music), and am liking the art for this single as well — AND the artwork for the new album (the band’s sixth) from which the single comes, Karjajuht (“Pack Leader”), which is due on March 7:

I’m going to have fond memories of the new song, too, beginning with the tinkling notes of what sounds like a zither (but is probably a kannel) in the intro. It bounces and chugs and spins around like a beer-fueled dance with your best friends. If you can’t smile to this, you need treatment for tight-sphincter syndrome.

https://www.facebook.com/Metsatoll

DOMAINS

Domains are a Spanish band who I learned about through a recommendation from Tr00 Nate. Their debut album Sinister Ceremonies was recently released by Sinister Flame. Though I haven’t heard the entire album, two songs are available for streaming on Bandcamp — “Raped By Darkness” and the title track.

The music is murky, dank, and mercilessly heavy, as good ancient death metal should be, but these songs are infiltrated by highly insidious exotic guitar melodies that will get their hooks in your head. They’re wonderful, dynamic, compelling combinations of ominous oppression, galloping mayhem, and occult atmosphere. The title track features a riveting, evil solo, and the vocals in both songs are strikingly impassioned (and pleasingly ghastly). Fantastic!

http://domainsofdeath.bandcamp.com/album/sinister-ceremonies

LIE IN RUINS AND CORPSESSED

Colorado’s Dark Descent label scheduled two albums for release on February 4, but recently both of them went up for streaming and download on Bandcamp. I’ve only sampled both so far, but given how anemic I am in getting reviews done at the moment, I wanted to at least provide this note about them.

One of them (Abyssmal Thresholds) is by Finland’s Corpsessed, and I previously wrote about it when the first song began streaming last November. To crib from what I wrote then: “It’s a lumbering radioactive monster of grinding, ancient death metal that becomes an unstoppable force when it kicks into high gear. The echoing vocals are deep as ocean trenches and the guitar solo wriggles like a mass of feeding maggots.” Filthy, distorted, and expelling noxious fumes, the music kicks ass.

http://darkdescentrecords.bandcamp.com/album/abysmal-thresholds

Lie In Ruins are another Finnish band that I discovered at the same time as Corpsessed and also wrote about last November when only one song was up on Bandcamp. Now the whole album, Towards Divine Death, is up there — and down below. It’s thoroughly morbid and thoroughly grimy, with sickening tremolo guitar melodies moving in distorted waves over hammering percussion. As in Corpsessed’s case, the vocals are of the deep, ghastly, and echoing variety. This is a superior example of grim, grisly, old-school death-doom and well worth checking out.

http://darkdescentrecords.bandcamp.com/album/towards-divine-death
https://www.facebook.com/lieinruins/

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Okay. Can we all just take a moment… and… shine a spotlight on this illustrator? Because, well. Absolute magnificence, that’s why.

Florian Bertmer
 

Stunning. Just stunning.

These enchanting ribbon creatures are the work of Japanese artist and illustrator Baku Maeda for a new sculptural project entitled Ribbonesia.

We’re pretty pleased if we can successfully tie a pretty bow around a present, but Baku is able to bend, twist, and tie lengths of ribbon in order to beautifully recreate animals and plants that he encountered while growing up on Japan’s northernmost island of Hokkaido. They look like they’d made fantastic masks.

Click here to further explore Ribbonesia.

[via Behance]

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These maps, by reddit user sp07, show the relationships between various European languages by highlighting the similarities and differences between their words for apple, bear, beer, church, cucumber, orange, pineapple, rose, and tea. I’ve posted some of these maps before (and even made a few of my own), but since they’ve been getting some recent attention around the internet, I thought I’d consolidate them.

Dan-Elias Brevig is a wonder. He has taken “The Violation”, by those Italian maestros of utterly bombastic death metal, Fleshgod Apocalypse, and created a completely a cappela cover of the song in a YouTube video. And by “a capella”, I mean that he has not only recorded the growls and falsetto cleans from the song, he has also used his voice to mimic the song’s instrumental arrangements.

Think about the original for a moment, and ponder what this would entail. After you’ve stopped shaking your head and going “No Way!”, move past the jump and see/hear for yourselves. Mr. Brevig calls it a parody, but it’s pretty damned impressive.

(Dan-Elias Brevig is from the vicinity of Oslo, Norway; he has a band named Immetic (whose music may be found here); and his Facebook page is at this location. To give you another example of his pipes in action, I’ve included an Immetic song after the video; it’s partially an exception to our rule, but I’m digging it — and it sort of helps explain his affinity for Fleshgod Apocalypse.)

An amazing post on Livejournal from Ilya "Zyalt" Varlamov gives a glimpse of life behind the barricades at the #Euromaidan uprising in Kiev, Ukraine. Zyalt's photos and text convey the diversity of the rebel lines -- "from students to pensioners" -- and the ingenuity they display in everything from homebrewed catapaults to morale-boosting drumming ("When casual stone- and grenade-throwing takes place, the knock is monotonous, in order to set rhythm and keep the morale. When Berkut attacks, drumming becomes louder and everyone hears that – for some it is a signal to run away, for some, on the opposite – defend the barricades.") At the end, we see the moment when the smoke clears and the truce begins. This is nailbiting, engrossing, terrifying stuff.

Here's hoping that all our readers in Ukraine are safe, especially Daniel, who wrote our first post on #Euromaidan.

I would like to dispel the most common myths about Maidan.

1."They destroyed the whole city" Not true. All of the action you see in the pictures are happening on a small square near the entrance to a Dinamo stadium. This is a government sector, there is no intereference in peaceful life outside of this area. If you make an analogy with Moscow, imagine that the barricades are someone in the area of Ilinka or Varvarka, near the president's administration. Sure, it's the center, but regular Moscovites wouldn't notice. There is dark smoke and fire on all pictures: those are mostly burning tires. There is not tangible damage to the buildings. Unfortunately one store burned down last night near the barricades, resulted from a poorly thrown molotov cocktail. Even the statue of Lobanovsky, located in the epicenter of fighting has been covered with cloth to prevent damage. Overall, the protesters are very careful regarding property. They've take apart fences and benches, but no windows are broken, noone is vandalizing, and all looters are caught and beaten. So the picture is pretty apocalyptic, but things are not so bad.

2. "This is not a revolution, nothing horrible is happeneing"

Also not true. This is a real revolution. Decide for yourselves: it's been two months since the center of Kiev has been in the hands of the opposition. Several government buildings are seized. The work of many government offices is paralyzed. The opposition has created barricades, which the authorities have not be able to take. Despite the freezing temps, tens of thousands of people are on the streets for the last two months. The system of defense and supply chain are established. There is perfect order at the protestor HQ, people are fed, dressed, people are pooling money to gather supplies. The most important thing: the people in power are unable to restore order. The police has failed several times at try to storm the barricades. I'll make a separate post about this, but trust me, the only way to dismantle this is with heavy artillery, or drop in commandos. Every day the opposition is securing more territories. What is this if not a revolution?

3. "The entire Kiev is paralyzed, there is no peaceful life for the regular people."

Kiev is living its own life. All stores and cafes are working, people are going to work, study in universities, get married, divorce and even die their own death. Most of the Kiev populace are not inconvenienced. Imagine if Navalny took over the Red Square and set up his camp there. What would change for you, Moscovites? Nothing. So the only people who are inconvenienced are toruists. A few stores and cafes had to close down in the very center. Also, those living in the center have troubles with logistics. But the entire Kiev is not paralyzed.

Revolution in Kiev, Ukraine (via Hacker News)

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Tired swimmer rescued in Finland

During the first weekend of November, a Finnish man was kayaking on a lake in a thick fog. He saw something floating in the water, and when he got closer he saw that it was a Northern Hawk-Owl. It was clearly exhausted and the man lifted it out of the freezing water onto the tip of his kayak. The owl then crawled to his lap for warmth and burrowed under his lifejacket.

Since his original destination was too far away, the man decided to head for a nearby art museum on the lake shore. Once there he was eagerly assisted by both visitors and a museum guide, who took the bird in to rest and dry up next to a warm stove.  At the end of the day the owl had recovered and was released back into the wild.

How the owl ended up in the lake in the first place remains a mystery. It may have got lost in the fog, or have been driven out to the lake by Hooded Crows (if a flock spots a predatory bird they tend to chase it away quite aggressively).

(This is my summarized translation of the article which is only available in Finnish. No copyright infringement is intended, only sharing this to celebrate the brave little owl and all the people who helped him.)

crawled into his lap for warmth!!

Tried to crawl inside his vest actually.

omg it got better

OH MY GOD I AM CRY

I never saw that photo so I had to just imagine what happened. My imagination fell short of the actual cute. ;_____________;

I will NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS

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They see me rollin they hatin…

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ZAMBIA

What happens if a nation combines independence from colonial rule, mass migration to a rapidly industrialized mining region, and the growing popularity of Western rock? Throw in a government mandated quota for domestic music on the radio, and you’ll get Zamrock — Zambia’s answer to 1970s psychedelia and heavy jams. It was an eclectic affair, hybridizing everything from Jimi Hendrix to James Brown with liberal doses of Latin and, of course, traditional African sounds. Unsurprisingly enough, there were also a daring few who cranked their amps higher and struck chords harder. The result was psyched-out proto-metal that wouldn’t be altogether out of place alongside Deep Purple and Black Sabbath. A sort of Funk Sabbath, if you will.

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Ngozi Family

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Perhaps it was an expression of frustration at the economic recession during the 1973-1974 oil crisis. Maybe it was a simple desire to play wild music among a newborn nation’s first urban generations. Either way, the likes of Witch (an acronym for We Intend To Cause Havoc), the Ngozi Family, and Amanaz (also an acronym, Ask Me About Nice Artistes in Zambia) were early — and almost forgotten — precursors to heavy music on the African continent.

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Witch

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Speaking over a particularly bad Skype-to-mobile connection between NYC and rural Zambia (Optimum wifi router gets the blame here), Keith Kabwe, former Zamrock star and Amanaz frontman, kindly retraces his rock’n’roll days of old. “We use to, at that time, get into so many other things; we smoked, we drank. But when it came to the music we went crazy,” he admits, somewhat reluctantly, of his rockstar past and the infamous stage performances, where he would dress in a skeleton costume.

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Amanaz

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“Maybe I could go on stage, and my friends were playing an instrumental, and there were all the guys and girls dancing and laughing, but when the time comes it was something else, you begin to change. You want to go on stage with a different style, not what your friends are doing. You want to do something different so that you can make people go crazy.”

And people did go crazy. Zamrock, in Zambia at least, was a national sensation. But it didn’t last long. Like most Afro-rock from Nigeria to South Africa, the rolling tides of continental unrest consumed the burgeoning scenes.

Keith attributes the rise of disco (even Witch, the Zamrock greats, delved into the world of synthesizers) to Zamrock’s decline, as well as “aspiring musicians [flocking] into the country. There were so many, and they were playing the rumba music and we were playing the rock music — two different kinds of music. Audiences wanted to listen to something different from another country.”

Forty years later, Keith is now a pastor with a growing congregation. It’s a fittingly drastic conclusion to a long life as a freedom fighter, miner, rockstar, and typewriter salesman. “From a musician…to a man of God,” he ponders. “The difference now is that I am playing God’s music and I have trained boys and girls who are singing now at church; we have small instruments and are using keyboards, but we are still looking for the drums and some good amplifiers.”

“At the moment I’m looking at what we used to do,” he continues. “I’m on the other side, I’m on the flip side. This time I will do things better than I used to do them.”

But for all the personal and social change, Zamrock is still remembered — even if many of its original stars have sadly passed away. “There are some remnants of musicians who remember, although most of the friends and many other musicians who were active at that time…most of them have packed up. They are no longer in existence, and the new boys and girls who have come up, they still remember where the music comes from, they still recall and they still give respect.”

Fast-forward to the 20-teen decade. Zambia is regionally stable, though not without its economic difficulties. Neighboring Botswana is stirring the global metal scene with its leather-clad headbangers — as is much of the African continent. Yet, contrary to the revived interest in Zamrock (Now Again Records have re-released various Zamrock records), it would seem that there is no direct correlation between Zamrock and African metal. Nevertheless, link or no link, at least one group from the national capital, Lusaka, are attempting to reignite Zambia’s heavy-music tradition with a notably contemporary, and culturally contrary approach.

Wrecking Tanganyika (named after the iconic lake that pokes into the nation’s northeastern borders with Tanzania and the Democratic Republic of Congo) perform a distinctive and self-styled “African Death Art”. Driven by African rhythms and curious composition that use MIDI instruments, the result is a somewhat innovative death-meets-Afro-electro-noise.

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Wrecking Tanganyika

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Born out of a distaste for their generation’s musical preferences, Wrecking Tanganyika put their mission in their own words: “Our hate for the African type of pop, R&B, and rap, we started listening to metal in schools and soon formed this band to encourage others to do so as well!”

Not that such encouragement assures smooth sailing. As seen in previous articles, the advocacy and practice of heavy metal is frequently hindered by a prevalence of oppositional religious beliefs. In stark contrast to Keith Kabwe’s eventual religious path, Wrecking Tanganyika report familiar difficulties with religious opinion: “It really is hard. Religion is a dire front in Africa, and metal being known for its ritualistic and Satan-worshipping nature has really brought down our popularity. Then again, we’ve been known for being very optimistic. Even [religion] hasn’t stopped us.”

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ZIMBABWE

Due south, Zimbabwe has also entered the halls of African metal. Zambia and Zimbabwe have long been historically linked, from their colonial years as North and South Rhodesia to apartheid and the Rhodesian war destabilizing the region, the fallout from both affecting the longevity of Zamrock. Even back in the 1970s, Amanaz made a brief venture to Zimbabwe, albeit achieving little success. (“We went to Zimbabwe. Not very [popular] because it was only once,” says Keith Kabwe when asked about Zamrock’s international appeal.) In recent years, Zimbabwe, formerly the jewel of Africa, has come to be defined in mainstream headlines by hundred-million-dollar banknotes, hasty land reformation policies, and election violence. But for now, let’s forget all that and focus on something positive — Harare’s Dividing The Element, one of Zimbabwe’s few defiant forces in the rise of African metal.

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Dividing The Element

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Striving to perform crushing riffs against all odds after forming in 2012, they promptly recorded their debut EP, Revolution Among Oppression. Vocalist Chris Van initially met guitarist Sherlic White via a Facebook page for rock and metal fans in Zimbabwe, and after quickly establishing a rapport, they were joined by Alek Zec on drums and Archie Chikoti on bass. With their shared frustration at playing in cover bands, Dividing The Element quickly became an outlet for their love of metal and ultimately a catalyst for the national scene. “There are a bunch of metalheads here from all ages and races, but no one knows anybody else. We then figured that besides allowing us to write and play music in a form that we actually want to, forming a local metal band was one of the best ways to start building the foundations of such a scene. Basically, we wanted to hype people up in order to kickstart the gathering of the masses.”

This scattered and sparse metal “scene” is also the main influence behind the EP’s title theme. Avoiding any details as regards to political commentary within the lyrics (“Unfortunately I won’t go into great length about the underlying messages of the songs, as Zimbabwe does not currently have anything akin to the First Amendment,”) Van tactfully explains that the Revolution Among Oppression motif makes greater reference to “something that would give the impression of referring to the state of the country, but which was actually referring to a metal band emerging in Zimbabwe, no matter how unlikely the odds. Basically, ‘Fuck you, here we are.’”

Thunderous and aggressive like a charging rhino, Revolution… is itself a regional jewel of deathcore, recorded by fellow Harare musician Gary Stautmeister, whose own Nuclear Winter project offers some skillfully composed industrial melodeath.

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Nuclear Winter

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As for future plans, Dividing The Element are experiencing something of a hiatus following Sherlic’s departure to study in South Africa. Rehearsals continue for a new guitarist, and following a previous attempt, hopes still remain to bring in Botswana’s death metal bruisers, Wrust, to help bolster the Harare scene with a live performance. Hindered by red tape (the eternal curse for any band seeking international movement), as well as by the announcement of national elections, the show was put on the backburner. “That was intended to be our big launch, as well as the release of Wrust’s new album Intellectual Metamorphosis,” laments Van. But all is not lost: “The key word here being ‘postponed’, as we definitely still want to try and pull this off! I am a big fan of Wrust and I believe that they would go down well here. This time round, we know what we are facing!”

Thanks to Chris. A. Smith and Now Again Records.

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Glad You Came - With Violin 

SPEECHLESS

The chorus is magnificent and I love how he smiles as he plays!!! *U*

Seriously, just take three minutes and acknowledge this beautiful young brother and his talent. It’s worth it.

One of mt favorite things about human beings is when you can really SEE how much passion and love a person has for something.

Press play- you will not be disappointed. [:

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Sand Bubbler Crabs are tiny crabs who live in burrows on the beach.

They can only eat at low tide and the stuff they eat is microscopic, so they have to get to work fast.

They shovel sand into their mouth, filter out the bits of food, and throw aside the rest as a bubbly pellet.

Their fine work is destroyed when the tide comes in, but until then the work of numerous Sand Bubblers is a sight to behold!

(Images: Donald Hobern/Neerav Bhatt/Stephen Coles/Pursuedbybear)

childhood story time

when i was in san diego when I was ten, i was on the beach and i started playing with this girl my age and she showed me “secret sandcrabs” and made me stick my fingers into the sand just by the shoreline where the waves came in, and for every wave, i had sand bubbler crabs gathering around my fingers and they were really small and cute

it’s a really prominent childhood/early puberty memory i have and seeing this again made me relive that moment everything smelled like sea weed and i remember drinking sugary american soda with colorful labels and going to disney world and sea world and sadly being to young to understand how terrible it is to keep killer whales in captivity and just being really excited to have a huge marine animal splash water over the audience and i got soaked with salty pool water so my shirt and hair got all stiff when it dried and my parents got mad and bought me a souvenir t-shirt so i had something dry to wear

Seismologists have found that, contrary to popular thought, earthquakes in the central U.S. are not slowly tapering off — instead the threat appears to be building.

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Violin Heels by Kobi Levi 

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