Dirty Little Sucrets
4thday ofJunein the year2012
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25 Years ago Chernobyl was headline news. On April 26th 1986 at 1:23 A.M. reactor number four at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant, near the town of Pripyat, ruptured a vessel during several extreme power spikes. Several explosions followed and these caused the graphite moderator components of the reactor to be exposed to air, setting them on fire. The fire sent a plume of radioactive fallout into the atmosphere. It drifted over large parts of the Sovjet Union and Western Europe.
50 People died as a direct result of the disaster and it is thought up to 4000 people have died as a result of being exposed to the radioactive materials which entered the atmosphere. Over 350.000 were evacuated from contaminated areas around Russia, Ukraine and Belarus.In 2011, 25 years later, the area surrounding Chernobyl still looks like a ghost town.
Eerie..
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The sky was crazy blue today. Crazy blue. (that is unretouched!)
And I have this WEIRD tree with huge thorns.I call it the Viking tree.
And that was it for today’s episode of crap in my garden.
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blua:
The 90’s were 20 years ago
one solitary tear just trickled down my cheek
same
This hit me the other day. Almost lost my pants.
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I am genuinely amazed that this hasn’t been made into a full book already. (Caldwell Tanner)
(via softstorms)
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WIL WHEATON dot TUMBLR: In Which Ari Emanuel Reveals His SOPA Argument is "Pay Me and Shut the F*#* Up"
From a WSJ Mossberg/Swisher talk:
ANOTHER AUDIENCE MEMBER: You’re basically saying somebody robbed my house and they drove a car down a road to get to my house. So you have to do something about the road or something about the car.
MR. EMANUEL: That’s…
“You know what? I’m angry that I don’t have an answer for you, but I’m in a position of mild power, so I fully believe that I can shut you up in place of actually explaining myself.”
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USD$26.86
Cookie Monster as going crazy and it’s up to Bert and Ernie to save the day !!
About
I am twisted in knots; I am enigmatic to the core. My future is intertwined in a story partly authored by my fist. Thunder outside is oftentimes quieter than the screams within. I ramble more than I would like, and I love fiercely. The prolix side of me takes over from time to time, and feeds the world insanities that I can only hope are intriguing and relevant. This is my brain without the limitless constraints of pure text. It usually has much to do with my moods, feelings, and invocations of emotion and thought, and deals mainly with things such as love, life, philosophies, things that are interesting or well-said or thought-provoking. I can topple cities and win battles in my mind, but I struggle with some of the most mundane things in this life. I am a social beast, but a very private person. This may just be one of the truest sides of me. Not many get to see my more vulnerable, scarred side. This is my place to Vent. This is my brain incarnate. This is the mental projection of my soul. Oh girl, we are the same. We are strong and blessed, and so brave. With souls to be saved and faith regained. In joy and sorrow, my home's in your arms. She told me not to settle, and I did not. I'm Not a Bad Man; I'm Just Overwhelmed. It's all Chocolate Anyway, until the Scientific Hooliganism.
