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REGO FREITAS - HQ , a set by alessandra.cestac on Flickr.idealização concepção : Alessandra Cestac
Desenho: Adriano Ambrósio

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REGO FREITAS - HQ , a set by alessandra.cestac on Flickr.

idealização concepção : Alessandra Cestac
Desenho: Adriano Ambrósio

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“This research provides strong evidence that maintaining forest resilience is dependent on conserving mycorrhizal links, and that removal of hub trees could unravel the network and compromise regenerative capacity of the forests.”

(via Mycorrhizal Networks - Botany Photo of the Day)

Source: botanicalgarden.ubc.ca

Fish Tank (2009) - IMDb

amazing

main mile was busy

with cheap attractors

but you played at the empty back road

with a empty cup

jeans open at the knees

hair self cut

with a voice like

twist in your sobriety

excuse the comparsion

as i know, that the kid

was first to drop change

Injection, infection, that’s how you get owned
Remote execution now you bow to the throne
Drop your whole netblock and sink into the sea
Go and check your logs but your not going to see me
Net rap hacks trash you bastards please
See how I drop your database into CSV
Taking over the Internet one server at a time
We’re Lulz Sec baby, read your source line by line

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untitled by Cathode and Anode on Flickr.

Hey,

you’re a dreamer?

http://youtu.be/9yJE1iiO0qI

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(via Tohoku, One Month On « Giant Robot)

Source: giantrobot.com

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me by Ekaterina Izmestieva on Flickr.

for meemoo

You Can Have It

My brother comes home from work 
and climbs the stairs to our room. 
I can hear the bed groan and his shoes drop 
one by one. You can have it, he says.

The moonlight streams in the window 
and his unshaven face is whitened 
like the face of the moon. He will sleep 
long after noon and waken to find me gone.

Thirty years will pass before I remember 
that moment when suddenly I knew each man 
has one brother who dies when he sleeps 
and sleeps when he rises to face this life,

and that together they are only one man 
sharing a heart that always labors, hands 
yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps 
for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?

All night at the ice plant he had fed 
the chute its silvery blocks, and then I 
stacked cases of orange soda for the children 
of Kentucky, one gray boxcar at a time

with always two more waiting. We were twenty 
for such a short time and always in 
the wrong clothes, crusted with dirt 
and sweat. I think now we were never twenty.

In 1948 in the city of Detroit, founded 
by de la Mothe Cadillac for the distant purposes 
of Henry Ford, no one wakened or died, 
no one walked the streets or stoked a furnace,

for there was no such year, and now 
that year has fallen off all the old newspapers, 
calendars, doctors' appointments, bonds, 
wedding certificates, drivers licenses.

The city slept. The snow turned to ice. 
The ice to standing pools or rivers 
racing in the gutters. Then bright grass rose 
between the thousands of cracked squares,

and that grass died. I give you back 1948. 
I give you all the years from then to the
coming one. Give me back the moon 
with its frail light falling across a face.

Give me back my young brother, hard 
and furious, with wide shoulders and a curse 
for God and burning eyes that look upon 
all creation and say, You can have it.

-- PHILIP LEVINE 1979

for ash

Boys Room

A friend saw the rooms 
Of Keats and Shelley 
At the lake, and saw 
'they were just Boys' rooms' 
and was moved
By that. 
And indeed a poet's room Is a boy's room 
And I suppose that women know it.
Perhaps the unbeautiful banker 
Is exciting to a woman, a man 
Not a boy gasping 
For breath over a girl's body.


-- George Oppen 1965