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The title isn’t entirely true to the content of this post. The poem was written after midnight, but Turbulence was coded one evening. It was however refined late at night. And why does Turbulence settle in with the poem? Because code is poetry too.
Turbulence
A little art program inspired by the work of Jackson Pollock, the drip artist. You can paint the canvas in 2 ways:
Click to make your own Turbulence.
Your Fingers Like Poems
I had a block for a really long time, and then I read ‘You Begin‘, by Margaret Atwood. So yes… this poem is inspired, but it tells its own story. I’ll be performing it soon.
This is your hand,
Like poems your fingers
Touch, press, caress,
Cajole and read the world
As they sculpt it and shape it
With meaning and form,
You hold her hand,
Cupped in the cave of your palm,
Guiding her across the street,
And at once your fingers
Are anchors and she stops on the
Sidewalk, her little thumb resting
On the curve of your wrist,
This is her hand,
Sticky with the sweetness of ice cream spent,
And tiny like the May bud that blossoms
On the sidewalk where she kneels down
To pluck it,
And your hand now a mother
Pats hers away,
Let the little flower stay,
This is my hand,
Your fingers trace rivers on the
Lines of my palms,
They linger on the mound of my thumb,
They explore the crevices where fingers meet,
How long will I live?
And you trace my life
All the way to my nose,
This is your hand,
Now holding a tooth brush,
Now framing the moon,
Now cold, now warm, caressing
Her palm,
Now warm, now cold, now gripping
My arm as the girl in the movie
Turns around and screams,
These are shadows of our hands
On the wall and they tell stories
Of birds flying and dogs barking,
These are your fingers on my back,
On my face,
These are my hands on your hair,
On your nape,
This is your finger on my lips,
Shh… she is still awake,
And into the night when everything sleeps,
While she plucks flowers by fairytale streams,
And I wrestle dragons, and you travel far,
These hands, they whisper our dreams.
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This is seriously disturbing. A Peruvian gang responsible for killing people, extracting their fat and selling it to cosmetic companies has been disbanded. Next time you apply your lipstick, think of Pedro.

Pedro finally got close to a Real Girl
The 4 gang members caught by the Peruvian cops explained how they kidnapped and murdered people and then extracted their fat in a low tech lab. This fat was then bottled and dispatched to buyers.
Over 60 people are missing and the cops believe they are victims of the evil fat traffickers. Remains of some of the victims were discovered around a rural house that served as their haunt.
The cops got suspicious when they heard of a shipment of fat that arrived in Lima by bus from the Peruvian mountains. They are now hunting for the buyers of the fat and other people associated with this ghoulish group.
This just proves that fact is way freakier than fiction. Imagine being chased down a desolate valley by a gang of mad fat extractors. Reminisces of Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Hills Have Eyes? The human species is capable of so much horror.
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10 Overblown Fears of the first Decade http://bit.ly/2xl2gN according to Newsweek. I like Mad Cow and Globalization.
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Warning: Before you proceed, this is a little like watching your great grand mum in the buff. So viewer discretion is advised.

Hedy Lamarr
Here’s a quick run through of the events that followed the release of the film.
It was banned in Germany, because Hedy was a Jew. Though the truth could just as well be that it made the Nazi boys all tingly, and they’d forget to heil the Fuhrer.
Pope Pius XI had the official Vatican paper condemn it. Which leads us to wonder about the truth of the secret naughty vault somewhere there.
Hedy’s husband Fritz Mandl was so peeved, he tried to buy and burn all copies of the film. That’s not all, he even kept her prisoner in their mansion for a couple of years, till she escaped dressed as a maid, and went on to marry 5 other guys. The last of these Joes was a lawyer who helped her fight the divorce case against the second last.
Quite a fiesty woman, makes Lindsay Lohan look like a minor character in a Dickensian novel.
Just a passing thought, is it just me or do you too see a Freudian motif in the horse in the scene?
Here’s a list of Top 100 Celebrity Nude Scenes compiled by MrSkin.com. Fun in a harmless sort of way and surprising in a gag and sputter style.
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