You're Either A Poet Or You're Dead

dellearte:

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Kuronue is me (as if I had to mention it)

Death (from Sandman) is someone who should tell me if they want me to credit the photo.

It’s okay, I don’t know if I should laugh or cry either.

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gothiccharmschool:

Via wednesdaymourning, Loved To Death’s sign on Haight Street. http://www.lovedtodeath.net/  I am going there the next time I manage to arrange a visit to SF.

SOMEONE TAKE ME THERE OH GOD PLEASE

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oopsavirginedge:

anderjak:

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archiemcphee:

Here’s an awesome little piece of history:

Archaeologists in the Burnt City have discovered what appears to be an ancient prosthetic eye. What makes this discovery exceptionally awesome is the striking description of how the owner and her false eye would have appeared while she was still alive and blinking:

[The eye] has a hemispherical form and a diameter of just over 2.5 cm (1 inch). It consists of very light material, probably bitumen paste. The surface of the artificial eye is covered with a thin layer of gold, engraved with a central circle (representing the iris) and gold lines patterned like sun rays. The female remains found with the artificial eye was 1.82 m tall (6 feet), much taller than ordinary women of her time. On both sides of the eye are drilled tiny holes, through which a golden thread could hold the eyeball in place. Since microscopic research has shown that the eye socket showed clear imprints of the golden thread, the eyeball must have been worn during her lifetime. The woman’s skeleton has been dated to between 2900 and 2800 BCE. 

So she was an extraordinarily tall woman walking around wearing an engraved golden eye patterned with rays like a tiny sun. What an awesome sight that must have been.

[via TYWKIWDBI]

Holy shit.

Wow that’s fucking badass, holy shit.

ETA: the wiki page reads like something out of a well crafted fantasy novel. 

Dear god, even more material to pull from. Tonight’s been good to me.

wow boners inducing mental image yes good

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brickbats:

Dream vacation.

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fuckyeahthebizarre:

“Well, let’s take what people think is a dignified death. Christ was that a dignified death? Do you think it’s dignified to hang from wood with nails through your hands and feet bleeding, hang for three or four days slowly dying, with people jabbing spears into your side, and people jeering you? Do you think that’s dignified? Not by a long shot. Had Christ died in my van with people around Him who loved Him, the way it was, it would be far more dignified. In my rusty van.”

Dr. Jack Kevorkian has been known as “Dr. Death” since at least 1956, when he conducted a study photographing patients’ eyes as they died. Results established that blood vessels in the cornea contract and become invisible as the heart stops beating. In a 1958 paper, he suggested that death row inmates be euthanized, and their bodily organs harvested. In 1960, he proposed using condemned prisoners for medical experiments.

In 1989, a quadriplegic, too handicapped to kill himself, publicly asked for assistance, and Dr. Kevorkian began tinkering on a suicide machine. But a different patient — Janet Adkins, a 54-year-old with Alzheimer’s — was the first to test the device. It worked. Kevorkian then provided services to at least 45 and possibly more satisfied customers.

In 1997, however, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that Americans who want to kill themselves — but are physically unable to do so — have no Constitutional right to end their lives. Kevorkian was sentenced to 10-25 years in prison, but was paroled in 2007, in failing health and nearing his own death.

I’d rather die via a little device surrounded with those whom I love than die miserably in a cold hospital bed from an incurable disease. While at times I am left bitter knowing the incurable diseases I have are not terminal, I am at least thankful that I am given the decades to at least find some worthy distractions from the often overwhelming agony in which I live. I have the chance, if nothing else, to rest and dream of a world where pain does not exist. I do not wake up fearing my organs will fail, I do not wake up to a chemotherapy appointment.

I have been waking up violently ill lately. That isn’t exactly fun, but at least I’m not dead. I still don’t believe what Kevorkian did was wrong. It saved 45+ people much suffering and sometimes that is all we can do.

Minnesota-born Carl Panzram was thirty-nine when he was executed after killing twenty-one people. Panzram was a personality of almost mythical proportions - he committed his first burglary at age eleven, and remained a professional criminal the rest of his life. In 1920, he brazenly burglarized forty thousand dollars’ worth of property from former U.S. president William Howard Taft’s house. In jail, he terrorized the guards and administration by inciting riots, and burning down the kitchen and factory in one of the jails. At one point, he broke out of jail, stole a yacht, and sailed it to Africa and Europe. He lured soldiers on board his vessel, then sodomized them, killed them, and threw their bodies into the water. In prison Panzram wrote a book openly describing his sex crimes, confessing to some one thousand homosexual rapes. Panzram stated, “My motto is: Rob them all, rape them all, and kill them all.” In 1929, Panzram was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison for burglary and threatened in the courtroom to “kill the first person who bothers me.” Ten months later, he beat in the head of a fellow prisoner with an iron bar. For this crime he received the death sentence. When an anti-capital group attempted to have Panzram’s sentence commuted, he raged: “The only thanks you or your kind will ever get from me for your efforts on my behalf is that I wish you all had one neck and that I have my hands on it… I believe the only way to reform people is to kill them.” On September 11, 1930, Panzram was led to the gallows and there asked if he had any last words. He replied, “Yes, hurry it up, you hoosier bastard. I could hang a dozen men while you’re fooling around.”

I could definitely imagine Hiei shouting those last words were he to ever be hanged. Also: This is why I’m not completely opposed to the death sentence. 

(Sensui sure as hell needed one cough)

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