Blood Out

My fondest hope is that this project TAKES YOU THERE to that muddy field near White Lake over that hot August weekend in 1969. I think it succeeds. Obviously a project of this magnitude involves the assistance of A LOT of people. There are people out there I may have traded a piece of tape with 10 years ago whose names I have forgotten over time. if you are among them, thank you. Couldn'ta done it without cha. Honest. Thanks most especially to: Kees: Who compiled the first authoritative list

with a new vending machine that catches its own customers and can take their orders in 10 languages, the company said on Thursday. The machine, whose patent belongs to Telepizza’s newly formed subsidiary Vending Pizza, detects passers-by and calls out: “Fancy a pizza?” For $1.80 it will then defrost and cook a modest size pizza in a minute and a half. Telepizza hopes to distribute between 3,000 and 9,000 of its “Pizza Magic” machines worldwide over the next three years and estimates they can sell

while never ceasing to portray the contemporary world, the everyday in all the detail of its everydayness. What's more, Dostoevsky's novels refuse to stay put in their own period, where the novels of Tolstoy, Turgenev, Goncharov have settled; they leap out of their historical situation and confront us as if they had not yet spoken their final word. The question is what inspired this form-making impulse in Dostoevsky, what reality do his novels imitate, or can we still speak here of an “imitation of

qu'horreur et ombres les années s'annoncent sombres mais je ne connaitrai pas la peur. Aussi étroit que soit le chemin, Bien qu'on m'accuse et qu'on me blâme: Je suis maître de mon destin; Et capitaine de mon âme. Invictus from William Heley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody

embarrassed silence settled in. Suddenly, William took Lily‟s hand, and kissed it. Lily did not have the time to say a word, when they heard an enormous cry. All the holidaymakers were in room 12. A man was laying on the floor on the middle of a pool of blood. Lily was taken by nausea, and, when she came in the room, she thought that she may vomit. “No, no...NO! Oh no, Aaron please, wake up, WAKE UP!” she exclaimed. “Come with me,” said William. “You must not stay here, it is too dangerous. Jack, call the

the life of such a world Plato regards with disdain; handicraft and trade and the working professions he regards with disdain; but what becomes of the life of an industrial modern community if you take handicraft and trade and the working professions out of it? The base mechanic arts and handicrafts, says Plato, bring about a natural weakness in the principle of excellence in a man, so that he cannot govern the ignoble growths in him, but nurses them, and cannot understand fostering any other. Those

Andalou” will be impossible to follow within a long film and will plunge spectators into total madness. It is very intriguing and incomprehensible. There are sometimes some titles within the movie which precise the time. But in fact it is totally out of the context since there is no context. Visual elements with each other are completely incoherent, thus this movie is so weird, scaring but also amazing. “Un Chien Andalou” is really considered as a triumph of art, which have always the power to

horde qui jurait dédaigneusement That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, Que les foudres de la guerre et la désolation des combats A home and a country should leave us no more! Ne nous laisseraient ni terre ni patrie ! Their blood has washed out of their foul footsteps' pollution. Leur sang a purifié la terre qu'ils ont foulée. No refuge could save the hireling and slave Aucun refuge n'a pu sauver leurs mercenaires et leurs esclaves From the terror of flight and the gloom of the

syndrome le mongolisme afflicted affligé, triste to cuddle bercer, câliner to deserve mériter breast poitrine p.29 belief croyance spirit esprit greedy and selfish avide et égoïste to be struck être touché (par la crise) to expect s'attendre à out of work au chômage ill luck malchance squashed écrasé slitty eyes yeux bridés at odds en désaccord p.30 to give up renoncer p.31 glances des regards to tease taquiner to cope s'en sortir to feed nourrir p.32 a fox un renard to appall

the hyphen And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut And I look like I might just give up, eh you might've mistook Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt! Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait Let me remind you of what got me