The angels of private property will punish your slightest theft and yet do nothing while the poisoner's fist sickens the children you can't afford to save
@upholdreality Lansky ran kiddie brothels in and around Havana
For the same evil blackmail purposes as Epstein's Little St. James Lolita Express NYC brownstone party mansion etc
It's a tribal profession
Time is a flat tire
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This is inspiring - taking it way out past the Flat Earth tinfoil jungle
Time itself is collapsing, it's shrinking - the days are literally getting smaller
FROM THE TRENCHES
In 1968, a day lasted 24 hours.
In 2026, the same day lasts between 16 and 18 hours of perceived time.
This is no longer a feeling.
It is being measured.
The monks of Mount Athos have burned the same handmade candles for 400 years.
Each candle was crafted to last exactly one full day.
Those candles now outlast the sunrise.
The prayers that once filled 24 hours now end too soon.
The monks did not change.
The time did.
A Soviet-era atomic clock in Novosibirsk — sealed since 1968, never recalibrated — now shows a drift that should be impossible. Not mechanical failure.
Temporal displacement.
You feel it.
Everyone feels it.
Days vanish.
Weeks collapse into hours.
A month passes and you cannot account for where it went.
You assumed it was age.
Stress.
Distraction.
It is none of those things.
In 2012, CERN activated the Large Hadron Collider at full capacity for the first time.
They told you they found the Higgs boson.
What they did not tell you is what else shifted the moment that collision occurred.
The Schumann Resonance — Earth's electromagnetic heartbeat — held steady at 7.83 Hz for thousands of years.
Since 2014, it has spiked repeatedly above 40 Hz.
In February 2026, it reached 190 Hz for 11 seconds.
That was not published by any mainstream outlet.
7.83 Hz is the frequency of deep sleep.
Of stillness.
Of a planet at rest.
190 Hz is the frequency of a system being overwritten.
Three military installations began running on a 16-hour operational cycle in January.
Not publicly announced.
The shift was discovered through personnel scheduling leaks on a defense contractor forum.
They already know the day is shorter.
They adjusted.
You were not told.
The acceleration is not random.
It is not natural.
And it is not stopping.
What was done in 2012 cannot be undone.
But it can be COMPLETED.
And the completion date was always the same.
2026.
The year they chose to collapse the old timeline and force the transition.
You are not losing your mind.
You are losing your time.
And that was the plan.
Forward this before it disappears.
https:// https://t.co/8c0KtIZZrI
The big black and yellow spider in your garden looks like she's here to shank you and steal your man, but she's harmless.
Argiope aurantia, the black and yellow garden spider, is one of the most recognizable spiders in North America and one of the most useful things that can show up in a yard. She builds a large orb web, sometimes a foot or more across, with a distinctive zigzag band of silk through the center.
She sits in the middle of it all day, eating grasshoppers, beetles, wasps, moths, and whatever else flies into range.
She's not venomous in any medically significant way. A bite, which she won't pursue, is comparable to a bee sting. She has no interest in you. She is interested in the insects eating your garden though.
The web looks dramatic because it is dramatic. It's an engineering structure she rebuilds or repairs every night. The zigzag, called a stabilimentum, may serve to make the web visible to birds so they don't fly through it and destroy it. She's thought of everything.
If she's built across a path you use, redirect the path for a few weeks. By October she'll be gone. The egg sac she leaves behind will hatch next spring and her daughters will set up in your garden again.
James Booker - Junco Partner
A late-night portrait of N’awlins street life set to barrelhouse boogie-woogie. Playful, drunken, a bit dangerous; an anthem for all the ne'er-do-wells living life on the edge.
1976.
Trembling with woke angst and void of angels ashes in mandalas black & white but mostly gray traced in delicate little academic piles the broken life of a broken man on the broken page - that empty library with no need to close - or open since no one tries the door now either way
“Berryman’s great achievement was the creation of what Blackmur had called a fresh idiom. He twisted syntax in a fashion so wholly his own that he became an idiosyncrat on the scale of Gerard Manley Hopkins, whom he revered.” —Rosanna Warren
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The "dust to dust" makes sense, organically - the bio-chemistry of it - but "ashes to ashes" what's that from?
Where's the parallel, out of what ground does that come?
All the important things in my life are too strange for most people to believe
It's very hard - without them my life is flat, 2-dimensional
But including them, filling in the blanks, makes me sound insane
So - normal, sane, empty, colorless - false
Or
Real, bizarre, mad - true
Hace 45 años, el 17 de junio de 1981, se formó ‘Pimpinela’, uno de los duetos más emblemáticos y vigentes de la música romántica en español. Integrado por los hermanos Lucía y Joaquín Galán, de Argentina, y apadrinado en sus inicios por el cantante Luis Aguilé, el dúo irrumpió con una propuesta novedosa que combinaba interpretación teatral, diálogos y canciones centradas en las relaciones de pareja. Aquella fórmula, poco habitual para la época, conectó de inmediato con el público y convirtió a ‘Pimpinela’ en un fenómeno internacional, con millones de discos vendidos y una trayectoria que supera las cuatro décadas de vigencia.