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"OH WATERS, TEEM WITH MEDICINE TO KEEP MY BODY SAFE FROM HARM, SO THAT I MAY LONG SEE THE SUN." - Rig Veda
Sabado - SWR barroselas metalfest XII
E na 6ª Grey Daturas, Corpus Christi e Echidna. É capaz de ser catita.
Isto é o mesmo que dizer Gás Mostarda cria falta de ar.
The psychoactive herb - sold legally in the UK over the internet and in "head shops", retailers specialising in the sale of drug paraphernalia - is said to provoke uncontrollable laughter and evoke childhood memories.
Color is one of the most important factors of painting, but it is hard to get a nature color just like the real object. But this color picker can help you finish this hard work. The built-in scanner can help you get the color of any object in real word and then, after the process of the chip, the RGB cartridge located within the pen mixes the inks to create the color scanned.
" I’ve just been forwarded, via the good offices of Paul Di Filippo, a listserv post from sf magazine INTERZONE’s cofounder David Pringle:"Don’t think it has been mentioned (?) on list, but ’the last (Ballard) short story’, The Dying Fall, was published in today’s [25 April 2009] ’Review’ [separate section] of the Guardian. 1.5 (newspaper) pages long, and illustrated with a picture of the Leaning Tower of Pisa…"First published in _Interzone_, April 1996!Does _The Guardian_ tell its readers that? No. They’re trying to pass off the story as a new-found "last story." Thus are magazines in our field shabbily treated.Technically, they’re correct that it was his "last short story," because Ballard wrote no more after that as far as I’m aware.I’m pleased the paper has seen fit to reprint it from our pages after 13 years — but I wish they had been more honest in their presentation."
Cabrões do Caralho. Anyway here it is:
Three years have passed since the collapse of the Tower of Pisa, but only now can I accept the crucial role that I played in the destruction of this unique landmark. Over twenty tourists died as the thousands of tons of marble lost their grasp on the air and collapsed to the ground. Among them was my wife Elaine, who had climbed to the topmost tier and was looking down at me when the first visible crack appeared in the tower's base. Never were tragedy and triumph so intimately joined, as if Elaine's pride in braving the worn and slippery stairs had been punished by the unseen forces that had sustained this unbalanced mass of masonry for so many centuries.