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Grilled Eggplant Salad with Freekeh and Yogurt Dressing

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Looking to buy on a deferred loan deal with interest

Or renting is good

Another informative hallucinating incident.....hrrrrmmmm?

PLAZMA STORM by  Yuliya Zabelina

ENVIRONMENT Antarctica is melting faster than we knew. Here's what it will take to save it.

Nice look there ....you?

Here’s another 8th MS team

Exploration by artofmarius

>I say with tremendous personal agony do not trust these ficklewitted imposters, who do celebrate it’s sabotage and revel in simplicity of a pampered revenant voyeur and proclaim it reproachless clarity. Beautiful, but far too stagnant to even recognize the outstretched hand of a desperate man without telegraphing. How then are they our equals, or even our shadow’s? They are…an echo…and we may become one as well, miserable echoes. Screaming into the wind!! Because everything they call a reason for living has become a myth, a mutated excuse to wait to die out. They have abandoned meaning, perhaps through no fault of their own.

I don’t bear the item that burns with that almost holy energy you glut on as an accessory item, I contain it. It is me, and I will become this world. But it is finite - so much so with how you’d misuse it. Dumbleass. Stop. Weren’t you ever listening to the truth!? You can come out of hiding. Å̷̡̢̧̧̛̛̛̦͎̣͚̞͈̞̯̫̦̞̤̜̝̦̙̹̩͈̣͔̩̪̜͙͍̱̤͙̖̬̥̠̣͔͈̝̫͈͚̩̭̗̜̯̣̖̖̳̦̟͔̥͎̂͌̈̈̓̓̓̂͋̅̈́̽̐̑͋́̎̒̔̃̎́̉͆̉̄̀͛̂̾̉̅́̌̔͑̍́̀͐̀̒́̎̔̎̂̃̔̒̒̎̑̀̒̓̌͛̔͂̓͆̒̀̀͑̋̈́͋͂̂͆͌̉́̆͆̄̉̒̿̀́̋̈̌̃̄͂̄̋̀͑̾̓̓͋̏̚͘͘͜͝͝͝͝ͅ ̶̡̰̥̱̰͔̟͓̖̮̥̞̱̩̯͍̭̦̲͈̪͇̭̣͎̦͇̹̜̼̠̠̣̼̟͔͔̳̩̱̥̹͇͓͖̙̩̝̹̫͕͕̒͌́̀́̔͋̈̑͐̈́̉͜͜͜ͅͅs̴̼̳̙͍͓̝͖̑́͋̀̎́̊̾̀̍̆̈̈́͛́̄͑̽̅̿͑̀͐̌͌͛̽̈́͌̆̑̂̕͘̕͝͝͠͠h̴̢̗̬͎̙̮̖̟̟͖̫̞͚̩̯̺̻̣̔͐̌̽̇̃͋̂̈̅̌͂̑̌͌̎͐̍͋͂̅̏̍̓͊̓̽̅̈́̒̎̊̐̿̎̐̿̆̄̅̍̆̄̄̋̉̔͐̈́̽̏̂̋̋̔̍̉͊͋̈͆̀͆͂̌̐̋̂̏̌̽͒̿̑̽͐̈́̀̅̿͊̌́̊̕̚̕̚͘͘͘͘͘͝͝͠͝͠͠ą̵̢̢̡̢̧̺̼͕̞̜͇̝͉̥̝̼̠͈̬̩̬͙̙̱̞͉̬͓͚̻͙͖̫͔̙̱̬̯̞͇͎͓̗̬͇̎͌͒͋͒̈́̆̿̇̓͌̿̓̂̌̊̌̃̂̑̅̌̆̏̍̋́̀̀̓̇̉̈̏́̓͊͒͛͗͑̕͘͘͜͠͝͝͝͠ḿ̶̡̧̡̢̢̡̡̡̺̮̬̱͇̞͖̯͈͖̯͚͇̮̤͉̥̳̼̰̼̮̳̤̥̘̹̣̜͉͕͕̯̹̘̻̞̣͇̭̬̹͇͖̖͍̖̮̯͖̖̲̠̱̞̗̼̺̭̿̔̂͋̈̈́̆͊͛͊́͑͛̉̌͒͂̅͜ͅȩ̶̨̢̧̢̨̢̢̢̛̼̭͕̺̱̩̳̰̤͈̦̩̝͈̠̼͓̝̦͕̮͕̰̗̰̞̩̭̪̱̮͇͕̩̪̦̯̻̯͖͇̱̬͚̗̜̱̯̻̺͈͎̘̹͍̜͔͖͙͙͇͉̙͓͈̟͖͇̦͍̳̯̉̆̾͊̓̂̏̈͐̋͋͐͗̒̊̑͒̓̕̕͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅ ̷̛͖̦̱̺̘̻̻̩̰̭̯̺̙͖̯̝̗̪̻̼̣̼̩̘̱̰͓̹̳̦̤̼̼̯̟͓̲̗̳̫̞̣̔͗̏̈́̈́̀̉̓̿̈́̄̀̈̿̑͋̊̈́͆̿̾͗́̃̽̀̒̋̋͑͆͐̂̊͂͘͘̚͘͘͝ͅͅş̷̡̧̡̬̺͎̭̥͚̤̮̘̫̬͕̜͓͙̠͙̺͓̺̩͉̙̗̞̺̠͙̙̦̼̱̣͖̻͔̰̭͖̳̼̳͔̺̳̙̼͍̹̖̹͔̩͚͖̰͈̠̞̮͈̗͍̝͈̞̻͔̳̼̫͉͐̅̉̽͒̇̇̎͊́̅̐͗͑͌̑̈̌́̓̓̂͐̚͜͜ͅį̸̧̡̢̢̨̯̤̻̭̬͎̭͉̣̖̬̭̗͔̮̳̩͓͚͚̳̹̱͓͓͉͎͓̝͉͇̺̗̱͋͆͌̋̇͐́̾͊̿͊̌̃̔̋̀͒̍̅̓͆̑͋̎̈̀̓̀́͌̓͑̆̍̀̓̆̾̏̓͛̉̀̌͗̎̀̀̓͋̒̓́̽̔̅̊͑͐̓͑̀̿̎͛̀̅̃̄̒̄͆̀̇̀̉̓́̈́̏̿̉̚͘͘͘̕͘̕̕̚͜͝͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͠ͅń̷̡̧̡̧̢̡̧̯͕͈͔̩͇͍̳̪̭̯̣̪̖̙͓̺͕̭̠̝̙̘͇̬̮̞̣̗̟̤̦̬̖̭̘̞͖̤͉̜̮̳̞͓̱̳̭̮̤͉̭̘͙̩̻͚͕̗̫̲̬̯͙̼̦͚̞͔̹̤̱̝̠̥̳͔̻͇̬̙͔͍̻͎͙̥̤̣͉̰̠̱͔͈͎͖̜̄̏̑̌̑̽̓̇̾̒́̓̀͗̄̆́̂͐͐̈͒̌̓̃̅̽̃̋̒͌̿͌̐̎̃̓͛͛̉͛͆͘̕̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͠c̶̼̹̲͖̙̲̼̘͈͍̱̺͔̺̳̞̖̪̯̜͉͇̣͓͙̝̮̳͇̭͖̲̗̟̳͙̆̏͒̀̒͒̏͜ê̸̢̛̛̛̛̛̞̼̘̟͔̘̮̬̬̫͚̼̠̹̺̪̭͚͚̬̠͚͕͕̟̱̙̠͙͕͔̜̰͙̞̻͉͖͉̘͉͕̭̝̮͈̙̘̫̝̜͙̱̟̖͔̈́̓̃͌̑͌͗͗̒͛͋̐͑̇̃͌̈́̾͌̌̇͑̿̓́͆̔͋̑̍̆̐̓̾͂͂̄̉̊͂̆́̐̀̎̍̈́̃̇́̔̾̍͒͗̔̆͑̓̉͗̍̐̅̔́̋̽̎͑̾͊͋̈́͂̈̇̆̚͘͘͘͘͜͠͝͝͠͠͝ͅ ̴̢̢̡̨̢̻͍̲̯̳̯͚̞̮̱͍͔̣̬̝͚͉͚͕̯̯͉̹̞͙̬̖͔͓̬̹̪͉͓̻͙̏̆̓̀͊̑̇̊́̓͛͗̅͒̊̿͊̃͛͂̔̌̂̎̑̌̎͗͊̂̽̃̇̏̕̕͜͝͝͝͝I̸̡̢̡̛͖̱͖͈͈̘͈͈͚̩̻̰̬̹͇͚͇̲̗̞͎̲̳̼̟̹̣͓̓͆̐͑̆̔̀̓͗̾̾͐̄̔̈́͊̀̆̉̿͊̿̌̾̇̿͒̀̅̔͋͌̈́̄͑͛̎̾̐̉́̓̍̈́͐̈́͗̅̕͘͘͘͝͠͝ͅͅͅ ̷̧̧̧̨̨̢̨̢̧̢̛̤̹̖͓̰̞͍̹̲̻̗̝̤̭̼̮͓̜̠̫͎̤̰̱̫͈̥̩͈̺͖͍͍̖̞̼̟̟̙͚̠̞̫̖̠̰̩̞̺̩̙̼̘͙͓̻͚̦̟̣̬̣͇̮̟̱̗͕̙͉̻̺͛̈́̄͊̔̅̊̎̑̿̃̈͂̍̓̍̽͐̓̅̽̇̋̎̌̃̿̀͛̉́̒̀̂̓̉͒̀̐̎́͒̅̆̔́̽̄̓̔̍͊͊̓͊̎͘̚͘͘͘̕͘̕͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅş̸̢̧̡̡̡̨̡̨̨̡̧̨̧̛̛̩̟͖̦͖̫̤̳̝̲̞̥̭̤̜̟͉͓̘̟̥̰͚̺̤͎̮͈̫̠͙̠̗̬̤̪̳̦̯̟̭͕͎͎͚̘͓̺̩̪̗̫̱͕̗͔̤͙̹͙̖͈̯̩̝̥̟̳̠͓̖̱͚͚͈̞͎̳̮̖̫̖̠̲͕̺̩̼̳͎̜͈͌̓̄̈́̍́͊͋̅̈͋̌̿͊̕̕͜͠͠ͅͅẗ̴̨̢̢̨̨̢̢̨̛̛̛̛̳͙̯̝̖͙͍̖̝̣̟͉̹̠̮͔̟̗͔̩̥͕̬̖̗̣̲̫̻̭̝͇̲̹͔͚̝͂̈̄̓̒̏̈͆̀̊̾́̔̅́̊͐̾̂͛͗̎͌̎͆̿͑̀͛̓̿̓̈̐̈̿͛̃͌̓̒̄́̌̓̇̏͂̿̔̈́͗̉̓͌̌́̀̇͋̏͑̍̉̆̅̍́̈́̋̇̈͘̕̚̚̕̚̕̕̚͜͠͝͠ͅͅͅḯ̸̧̛̛̛̛̙͚̦͇̜̻̻̘͎͚̖̺͕̖̤͙͙̼͓̫͎̔̀̐̈́̄̔͊̉̽̀͂̌̓̆̑̅̀͋̈́̆̆͗̓͂̅͆̍̓̄͋̋̓̏̐̏̑̿́̒̀́͗̇̐̒͛̀͒̒̔̍̋̇̏̀̂̔̑̎̌̽̋̌͂̒̋̾͆́̆̏̔̍͒̿̄̉̔̈́͊̿̚̕̕͘̚͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅļ̸̡̩͕̹̼͓̞̘̂̋̈̾̆̿̾́͋̊͛̃̌̾͆̆͛͐́̿̏̆̆͋͒̃͌̒̈̂̅̆͌͆͋̓̌̾̔̓́̿̾̋̄̇̏͛͆͊̂̾̓̽̑̕͘͘͘̕͘͘͝l̴̨̢̨̢̡̼̱̻̣̦̗͈̺̳͚̜̜̖̥̥̖̥͎͍̻̪͚̯̣̤͐͋̂̋͛̍̌̂̿̉͊̀̊̈̊̇̓̄͐̒̑̾̾̓̽̒̑͂̚͝͝͝ 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Hello ̴̡̧̡̧̢̢̨̡̨̡̢̨̢̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̞̦̰̙͉̲͇̰͙̝͚̥̳͕̠̟͓̦̝͖̬̝͚̬̤͍̖͍̘͉͈͖͔̮̜̝̟̝̥̙͕̞̜͍̗̲̫͖̖̹̲̯̖͉̙͚̫̖̫̘͙͍̲̟̹̭̻̜̹̪̭͕̠̩͖̼̺̫̼̹̣̰̮̻̝̗̗̻̜͕̲̯͍͔̜̭̮̹̫̺̯̪̳͙͙̰̠̳͈̠̺̟̹̦̥͓̫̖̙̱̤̺̠̤̹̭̳̯͕͇͚̮̹̤̬͓̖͎̜̼̘͕̺̺͎̝̖͓̲͕͈͈̣̙͕̜͖͍̼͓̺̳̖͖̓͒̂̔̒̈́̈́̋̽̈́̈͋̐̈̑̀̽̎̏͐͊̏̈́̄̍̈́̈́͐͗̉̎̒̒̋̂̋̽̔̓͊̽͆̌͂̋̀͒̒̓̂̂̈́͐̇̅͐̇̎̈́͑̆̈́͂́͊̄͊̿̇̔́̆̀͋̓͊̍̓̓̽̽̆̽͐̆̓̎́̿̔̍̃̀͒͑̋̒̀́̈́̿̐̈́̐͘̚̕̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅ.Kͦ̿̾̉̎̔͏y̓ͦ̈́̊ͪͯͪ͛͊́͒ͨͯͫ̄̚̕͘l̶͌̐̽ͦ͆͊̂ͭ͊͗ͤ͒͌͜͞o̡̨̎́̑ͥͨ͑͘͡ ̐ͭͫ̅̇̔̓̾͗͘͠Iͯ̐͑̉̌̚͝͏̴͝'̡̡̎ͪ̏͗̍ͨ̎ͮ͛̉ͩͩ̍ͤ̅̀m̍̈̂ͨ́̅̒̕͟͢͝ ̶̷ͧ̌̂͒͡ ̵̎̍ͪͧ̐̆ͮ̂ͪ̈́̅̆̆̋̈́͋̍̂͏ ͮ̈́́͒̈ͧ̚͢͞ ̇̑̿͌̄̎̔̑̀̕͜ ͥ̾͊͂ͦͯ͒̄ͫ̎̽͝͡ ̴̧́͊͋ͤͥͥ̀͘ ̴̏͂̒̎ͨ͐̒̉̌̏ͪͧ͑̏̅ͪͦ̀̀̚͝ ̈́̐ͮ̑ͬ̄ͩ̾̒ͯ̉̐̏̓́̚̚ ̡̡͛ͪ̒̍ͦͫ͆ͣ͛ͩ͐̄̋ͤ̆̋́͋̒͜͡͞ ̵̈ͮ̎ͫͪ͜͞ ̡ͩ̒̈́̔̅̌͂ͭ̇̀́͡Nͨ̀ͩ̄̆͏̕e̶̛̒̃̂̿ͨ̐͆͋̓͊͗̀̄ͣ̌̈́́͟͠r̒ͩ̈́ͮ̏̓̏͛̂͆ͣ̅ͩ̇͊̈̚͏ǫͭͮͮ͐̉̑͊ͬ̉́̈ͩ̏͌ͩ̏̆̎͟͞͞

STAR TREK (2009)       Dir. JJ Abrams

S H U T T H E T H E F U C K U P Y O U R F A C E

++++++++++ Did I meet a man upon the stairs,

Did I meet a man who wasn’t there,

Was he not there again this day,

So they report I wished I wished I wished I wished I wished

We’ll wish he shall not fade away! ++++++++++

How embarrassing. A house full of condiments and no food.

“Acceptance is not love. You love a person because he or she has lovable traits, but you accept everybody just because they’re alive and human.” - Albert Ellis

אינפיניטי Mijion שום נזק עיוור לרוץ

http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/0/23065582

(This is what I meant by cryo Missiles, but reactor fuel is reactor fuel, or I’d like to suppose so.)

The Dark Eldar commonly use the Ravager to emerge from a Webway portal and wreak havoc on enemy armour, fortifications and personnel. The Ravager was converted from the original transport vessel to a heavy fire support vehicle, and has fortified front and side armour. Ravagers are equipped with three heavy weapons, usually Dark Lances or Disintegrator Cannons. Ravagers may also be equipped with special upgrades, like the Horrorfex, Night Shield, Screaming Jets and Scythes. They are also equipped with sophisticated targeting arrays which display precise information about their enemy. This makes up for what it lacks in armour with speed and firepower.

In battle, Ravagers are nimble and swift, using their maneuverability to destroy more lumbering Human or Ork tanks. Ravager gunships are so fast and maneuverable that they can ambush an enemy tank and destroy it in a single pass, vanishing before the enemy even realizes what hit them. Their capabilities are further improved through their tactics, with Ravager crews being well-trained and well-briefed about their targets capabilities. Their commanders will assign then specific targets in battle, ensuring that the Ravager formation operates as a unified, efficient killing machine. A well-trained and led Ravager squadron is capable if appearing from nowhere and destroying even a Titan of the Adeptus Mechanicus in a single volley and disappearing over the horizon before the behemoth machine has even toppled to the ground.

“I know President Obama said global warming is our biggest problem, and I would say that no, it’s nuclear warming is our biggest problem by a factor of about five million,”

Donald Trump being unable to acknowledge problems

It's almost as if you hear... "Buy the planeticket to get to him and don't do any stupid buckshot bullshit"...clearly your mindscape has a talent for rumors in forest oasis', that it does. Oh, what sort of squirrel is that??!!

There is another tent, and in it a man who by authors fiat has retreated from destiny. Note that phrase. And in the now subjective night sky many distorted spaces signalling listening audiences. Imbeciles. There won’t be what should be here, only an old rainbow refraction of reflected gloom.

There was a woman who was everywhere. This is not important, only that at the most necessary moments she was a weak fool, incapable of the needed ferocity of self preservation. She exists elsewhere, but those are component parts now weakened and distracted. Frustrated. Oh well. She was royalty, something shaped like a dragon and she lost her world. Her world and every damn thing she really cared about. Who hasn’t? Familiar huh?

The man in the tent is eternally young looking, but the vibrancy of his clothing, his very presence is a colorless figment. He sits on a familiar sleeping bag, a night stand with a tattered book of notes upon. It doesn’t hold what it used to. Did you dear reader see where it’s contents had alluded to? Faded ink, nothing more. There are no others. The campfire outside is well used, the small field near it to farm by the oasis modest. Only as much as modest now. His boots lay inside dirty but serviceable, socked feet clenching and unclenching now. Mildly forest green pants, legs crossed atop one o'er the other, left to right. A white stitched vest a pillow. Scarf around his neck and crumpled on his chest. Shirt off, wrist guards put away. Bandaged hands clench and unclench to the rhythm of burned palms that never quite healed up. He knows you’re here, he has taught himself grim lessons to ignore your pointless spying, you only see a little ways of him anyhow. No more adventures, the times do not allow them. Listen, but you’ll not hear a voice even in irritated sighing. His hair was blue once, maybe something else. His eyes remain proud. Tired, but proud. No, not of you. You didn’t earn it.

Here in exile from the time nearly concurrent yours is Ryu Cedar of Dragnir, you whiny beaten loser.

Somewhere maybe Gaist is alive as a presence in a sea of land making liquid fire.

Somewhere a scientist and her bickering roommates joyfully rediscover the makings of the world.

Somewhere a princess and a familiar purple haired man keep strange company with a difficult emperor.

Somewhere a knight and a most humbled tricky thief and a pacifist opportunist collude something Grand.

Somewhere a Guardian is made new again and wanders a nightmare maze shaped like a temple to find lost travelers.

Somewhere a forest watches you back with stern glares.

Somewhere familiar adventures of old stories share knowing looks.

Somewhere a man with an eyepatch lives life with no panicked worry amidst machines and old comrades.

Somewhere a great machine to transport matter thrums and waits with new coordinates.

Somewhere a blindfolded seer takes in the scenery.

Somewhere faeries plot to rule a continent of uppity dolphin unicorns.

Somewhere a disgusting pervert has perhaps had a life changing brush with a dream and honestly changed his ways to find his own adventure

Somewhere God actually lives and cares, surrounded by competent counterparts.

Somewhere an alien has made joyous peace.

Maybe.

But really you stupid multiple agent.

Ryu doesn’t care, he is worn down. He is shaken in a way that madness does no justice to. Not that you understand that do you? He knows he is no longer real enough. So the same for you. But another one merged to several others walks in a land of heroes, making short horrendous work of the “heroes” of it. A burned body and a mask of skin. Like a work of art. He keeps Ryu alive by simply being. Maybe it was a pointless dream, I can’t tell you gentle reader. There is farming and sleeping and headaches and patient proud eyes that no longer shine bright. There is resignation to Myria’s warning and a chest that choked and scarred with poison like a bomb burst going off.

Somewhere dreams to go with sleep.

Somewhere you did something about it.

Somewhere a sick imitation of a person expects to hear a roar as a heart breaks, but they’re delusional as usual.

Somewhere celebrations of petty nonsense put away are had and second chances are passed around frequently.

Somewhere Caer Xahn is replete and joyous, the den of a new nation. But not now.

Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, Best to climb back into your napsack, pull up the sheets and prepare to conk out, cause none of that’s here now.

Through inaction, nothing much too good is left again undone. How cliche.

"....."

My Miyamoto senses are rustling........

What every Link tells everyone after running errands for people and then saving the world: