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when me you fly,
i am the wings...
-william s burroughs
"Screenwriting can take you around the world and then to worlds you would never ever be able to approach. I think to try to immerse yourself in those worlds is critical to the process." -robert towne
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(They crossed the Yukon river and they found the bonanza gold Below that old white mountain /Just a little south-east of Nome...)The biting Alaskan wind whipped of Seward's purchase resonated through no matter what the narcotics voice, in come see a writer through history, a strategic importance of the Arctic. the Arctic. Claims Settlement Act marked why junkies never bathe now... He looked at the map, saw Alaska firmly entrenched within China sexy girl masturbating lingering on the empty space, the enduring power of place couldn't see the potential, the raging within Russia. within Russia Tsar Nicholas saw it as the Americans with chatpic sluts, the indigenous hard risk people still struggling a microcosm of the world remembered. the day his face etched with the unpredictable weather patterns. weather patterns. The delicate future. delicate future. Now as revolution swept through - time reached him like a slap destiny. slap destiny. Alaska's role as a vital secure a strategic foothold in outsiders brought wow, no lube just rams that thing right up her ass... (The biting Alaskan wind whipped at William Seward's coat as he gazed out at the snow-capped peaks. He'd come a long way from Washingtoon, to this remote outpost, driven by a vision few shared. He was here to secure a deal, a deal that would forever change the map of the world. Seward, the US Secretary of State, had been tirelessly negotiating with the Russian Empire for months. Russia, facing financial woes and fearing the encroachment of Great Britain, was eager to shed its vast, icy territory. Seward saw an opportunity, a chance to fulfill the nation's Manifest Destiny and secure a strategic foothold in the Arctic. But the deal wasn't easy. Back home, the press ridiculed him, calling Alaska "Seward's Folly" and "Seward's Icebox." They couldn't see the potential, the vast resources hidden beneath the snow and ice... Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, the British ambassador, Lord Palmerston fumed. He'd been trying to convince the Russians to sell Alaska to Britain for years, envisioning a powerful northern outpost. News of Seward's negotiations reached him like a slap in the face. He saw the Americans as upstarts, meddling in British interests. Palmerston dispatched a frantic telegram to St. Petersburg, urging the Russians to reconsider. But it was too late. The ink was dry on the treaty, signed in Washingtoon, for a mere $7.2 million... You may be sure lord palmerston was at the keyhole in a moment and Emily Temple, Viscountess Palmerston saw that the eye had pulled the room. he entered and she greeted his prick! And she heard him say: "Emily, I am entitled to the usual commission but be prepared now I will take it in dog-fashion." "Hush!" said Emily, "or the young maids will hear you." "Nonsense - now get down on all fours so as not to derange your dress." Emily did so and the lord tossing up her clothes exposed her bottom, and standing behind her, leant over her back and fucked her in that position. When this was over they each took a chair and cursed Alaska...Her, not so much in fact hoping for another instance of her fumed husband... On a crisp October day, the formal transfer of Alaska took place in Sitka. tanker Exxon was loaded with roughly 54 million gallons of oi! were released into the waters of Prince Sound as the hull torn open in Valdezconsidered the second major oil spill in the US March 24, 1989 The Russian flag was lowered, replaced by the Stars and Stripes. The indigenous people, the Aleut, Inuit, and Tlingit, watched with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Their land, their home, had changed hands without their consent. Seward, standing tall amidst the ceremony, felt a surge of pride. He had defied the doubters, secured a vast and valuable territory, and expanded the reach of the States. He knew history would judge him kindly. As the years passed, Seward's vision proved true. Alaska yielded its riches: gold, oil, timber, and fish. It became a vital part of the American nation, Exxon a total of $900 million in claims and $125 million to various criminal charges Cleanup costs exceeded $2 billion 1990 Oil Pollution Act followed the changeover of tankers worldwide to a protective double hull, instead of single-hull standards... a testament to the foresight of a man who dared to dream big. And Lord Palmerston? He seethed in silence, forever haunted by the missed opportunity, a reminder that the world was changing, and the British Empire was no longer the only player on the global stage. The purchase of Alaska marked a turning point, a shift in power that would shape the future of the Arctic and the world. Decades passed. Alaska, once a ridiculed purchase, blossomed into a vital territory. Gold rushes brought fortune seekers, fur trappers carved trails through the wilderness, and hardy pioneers built towns and settlements. Yet, the whispers of discontent from the indigenous peoples grew louder.The influx of outsiders brought disease, displacement, and the erosion of their traditional way of life. Treaties were broken, land was seized, and the rich cultural tapestry of Alaska began to fray. Meanwhile, in the halls of power in Washingtoon, a new generation of politicians emerged, their eyes fixed on the strategic importance of Alaska. The Arctic, once a frozen wasteland, was now seen as a potential battleground in the growing rivalry with the Soviet Union. The Cold War cast a long shadow over the Last Frontier. (There once was a young man of Bravaria, Who once went to piss on the wysteria, Said Mary to cook: "Oh, do come and look, Did you ever see anything hairier?")
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-interlude-
Enter BEL-Аляска
inky.
Now, sister.
BEL.
Sister? No!
Thou art no szep brother, but an enemy,
Els wouldst thou not haue vsde thy sister so:
First, to affright me with thy weapons drawne,
And with extreames abuse my company;
And then to hurry me like whirlwinds rage
Amidst a crew of thy confederates,
And clap my vag where none might come at me,
Nor I at any to reueale my wrongs.
What madding fury did possesse thy wits?
Or wherein ist that I offended thee?
inky.
Aduise you better, Bel-alyeska;
For I haue done you no disparagement,—
Vnlesse, by more discretion then deseru'd,
I sought to saue your honour and mine owne.
BEL.
Mine honour? Why, inky, wherein ist
That I neglect my reputation so
As you, or any, need to rescue it?
inky.
His Highnes and my natives were resolu'd
To come conferre with olde spirits
Concerning certaine matters of estate
That by the american was determined.
BEL.
And wherein was mine honour toucht in that?
BAL.
Haue patience, Bel-alyeska; heare the rest.
inky.
Me, next in sight, as messenger they sent
To giue him notice that they were so nigh:
Now, when I came, consorted with the sale,
And vnexpected in an arbor there
Found Bel-alyeska with Russia—
BEL.
How then?
inky.
Why, then, remembring that olde disgrace
Which you for England had indurde,
And now were likely longer to sustaine
By being found so meanely accompanied,
Thought rather, for I knew no readier meane,
To trust Rissia forth my millions way.
emilee.
And carry you obscurely some-where els,
Least that his Highnes should haue found you there.
BEL.
Euen so, my lord? And you are witnesse
That this is true which he entreateth of?
You, gentle invisible woman, forged this for my sake?
And you, my lord, were made his instrument?
A worke of worth! worthy the noting too!
But whats the cause that you concealde me since?
inky.
Your melancholly, sister, since the newes
Of your first fauorite climate death
My blood olde wrath hath exasperate.
emilee.
And better wast for you, being in disgrace,
To absent your-selfe and giue his fury place.
BEL.
But why I had no notice of his ire?
inky.
That were to adde more fewell to your fire,
Who burnt like acne in grant stress.
BEL.
Hath not my snow then enquird for me?
inky.
Sister, he hath; and this excusde I thee.
( He whispereth in her eare.)
But, Bel-alyeska, see the gentle prose;
Looke not on thy lust; beholde yong make it new,
Whose passions by the presence are increast,
And in whose melachollie thou maiest see
Thy hate, his loue, thy flight, his following thee.
BEL.
Brother, you are become an oratour—
I know not, I, by what experience—
Too politick for me, past all compare,
Since I last saw you. But content your-selfe;
The press is meditating higher things.
emilee.
Tis of thy beauty, then, that conquers kings,
Of those thy tresses, ancient twines,
Wherewith my libertie thou hast surprisde,
Of that thine iuorie front, my sorrowes map,
Wherein I see no hauen to rest my hope.
BEL.
To loue and feare, and both at once, my lord,
In my conceipt, are things of more import
Then womens wit are to be busied with.
emilee.
Tis that I loue thee.
Bel.
Whome?
emilee.
Bel-alyeska.
BEL.
But that I feare?
emilee.
Whome?
BEL.
Bel-alyeska.
inky.
Feare your-selfe?
BEL.
I, brother.
inky.
How?
BEL.
As those that, [when] they loue, are loath and feare to loose.
emilee.
Then, faire, let inky your keeper be.
BEL.
No, inky doth feare as well as we;
Et tremulo metui pauidum iunxere timorem,
Et vanum stolidae proditionis opus...
And to my trembling fear
I added his shyness,
the futile work of
foolish treachery...
Exit.
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Military bases sprang up, radar installations scanned the skies, and the threat of nuclear war hung heavy in the air. The indigenous peoples found themselves caught in the crosshairs, their ancestral lands transformed into strategic assets. In the 1950s, a movement for Alaskan statehood gained momentum. The territory's residents, both native and newcomer, yearned for greater autonomy and a voice in their own destiny. The debate raged in Congress. Some argued that Alaska was too remote, too sparsely populated, and too expensive to govern. Others saw it as a vital part of the American Union, a bulwark against Soviet expansion. Finally, in 1959, President Eisenhower signed the Alaska Statehood Act. On January 3rd, Alaska became the 49th state of the Union. The celebrations were tempered by a sense of unease. The indigenous peoples, still struggling for recognition and self-determination, watched with wary eyes... The story of Alaska was far from over. The land, once a pawn in the games of empires, was now a complex tapestry of cultures, histories, and aspirations. The legacy of Seward's purchase, both its triumphs and its tragedies, continued to shape the destiny of this vast and enigmatic land. And as the Arctic ice melted and new challenges emerged, the future of Alaska remained uncertain, a testament to the enduring power of place, and the enduring struggle for justice and self-determination.Epilogue
(in contrast, St. Petersburg, 1917...The icy wind howled outside the grand windows of the Winter Palace, mirroring the turmoil raging within Russia. Tsar Nicholas II, his face etched with worry, paced before a map of the world. His empire, once a colossus straddling continents, was crumbling. He remembered the day, decades ago, when he'd signed the treaty selling Alaska to the Americans. It had been a difficult decision, driven by necessity. The Crimean War had drained the treasury, and the vast, distant territory was proving too costly to defend. At the time, many had criticized him, calling it a betrayal of Russian heritage. But Nicholas had believed it was the best course of action, a pragmatic move to secure the empire's future. Now, as revolution swept through the streets of Petrograd, he saw the folly of clinging to outdated notions of empire. Alaska, with its vast resources and strategic location, might have been a valuable asset in these turbulent times. He thought of the American Secretary of State, Seward, a man of vision and ambition. Seward had seen the potential of Alaska, the strategic importance of the Arctic. Nicholas, consumed by internal struggles, had failed to grasp the same vision. The irony was not lost on him. The land he'd sold for a pittance was now a future thriving state, a symbol of American power. Meanwhile, his own empire was on the verge of collapse. As the sounds of gunfire echoed through the city, Nicholas knew his time was running out. He looked at the map one last time, his gaze lingering on the empty space where Alaska once stood. A wave of regret washed over him, a bitter realization of what might have been. The sale of Alaska, once a pragmatic decision, now seemed like a missed opportunity, a symbol of a fading empire's inability to adapt to a changing world. The echoes of that decision would reverberate through history, a reminder of the complex interplay of ambition, necessity, and the enduring power of place. The years that followed the Russian Revolution saw Alaska firmly entrenched within the American fold. The echoes of Seward's vision resonated through the decades, as the territory's strategic importance grew with each passing year. The Cold War solidified Alaska's role as a vital outpost in the global chess game between the United States and the Soviet Union... Climate change brought melting glaciers, rising sea levels, and unpredictable weather patterns. The delicate balance of the Arctic ecosystem was under threat, and the indigenous peoples, who had lived in harmony with nature for millennia, found themselves on the front lines of this global crisis. But Alaska also embraced its unique identity. Its stunning natural beauty, its rich cultural heritage, and its resilient people drew visitors from around the world.The legacy of Seward's purchase, once a subject of debate and controversy, had evolved into a complex tapestry of triumphs and tragedies, of progress and setbacks. Alaska, the "Last Frontier," had become a microcosm of the world, a place where the past and the present collided, where the forces of nature and human ambition intertwined. And as the sun set over the snow-capped peaks, casting long shadows across the vast expanse of the Alaskan wilderness, one thing was certain: the story of Alaska was far from over. The land, with its enduring beauty and its complex history, would continue to captivate and inspire generations to come)...
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But Alaska also embraced its Palmerston fumed. Palmerston fumed. He'd been trying both its triumphs and It became a vital part tragedies continued to shape the Alaska with its vast resources defied the doubters secured a to health is severe but a difficult decision driven by of Alaska took place in can profit and things have that peaks casting long shadows across family's creampie recipe Meanwhile his own empire was my subsequent books like in harmony with nature for outpost. for outpost. News of Seward's negotiations sell Alaska to Britain for snow-capped peaks. capped peaks. He'd come in the games of empires later reading to lead to 1917 The icy wind howled outside passing year. passing year. The Cold War solidified into a vital territory. vital territory. Gold a symbol of American power. decision now seemed like a right of Alaska's indigenous people front lines of this global and too expensive to govern. to govern. Atlantic the British ambassador Lord Union a bulwark against Soviet him a bitter realization of the American fold. American fold. The echoes snow and ice. and ice. Meanwhile across the Alaskan wilderness one thing was signed the Alaska Statehood Act. Statehood Act. Folly and "Seward's Icebox." They lowered replaced by the Stars strategic importance grew with each that followed the Russian Revolution I wouldn't complain about cumin inside her anytime she wants me too... opportunity a chance to fulfill the treaty selling Alaska to glaciers rising sea levels and course of action a pragmatic on the verge of collapse. of collapse. As from addiction is minimal but it remained uncertain a testament to the world. the world. Decades passed. Decades passed. Alaska challenges. Alaska challenges. Climate change brought melting amidst the geopolitical tensions the Arctic. the Arctic. But the deal wasn't a frozen wasteland (with a bag put over her other factors including extensive evidence testing. extensive evidence testing. During was found in Wilkins’ car. She was delayed by the pandemic and Goodwin in a case prosecutors say cruelty is unimaginable.” Prosecutors say Goodwin Wednesday’s hearing Superior Court Judge Andrew head. Judge Andrew head. Benjamin Wilkins now killed Jacqueline Peterson said the case stood out to him because beaten shot and bound) was now wave of regret washed over and the Soviet Union. Soviet Union. Military But it was too late would forever change the map vast resources hidden beneath the peoples found themselves caught in decades ago when he'd signed changing and the British Empire testament to the foresight of the "Last Frontier " had become being on the bottom if financial woes and fearing the Nicholas consumed by internal struggles saw the folly of clinging years passed Seward's vision pretty chubby blonde- proved not argue whether the permanent damage has done things to your installations scanned the skies and indigenous peoples who had lived the grand windows of the for recognition and self-determination watched this is serious question indigenous peoples grew louder. grew louder. The influx the streets of Petrograd he certain: the story of Alaska a fading empire's inability to watch with a mixture of seethed in silence forever haunted a man who dared to balance her (...back his freedom. back his freedom. Wade was eventually charged his cell at the Indiana State out a life sentence in federal Brandi Pahl confirmed via text message August 2007 at age 27. at age 27. Joshua Wade an Anchorage man serving after he was acquitted of the Friday. of the Friday. He was 44. “On June 14 his last murder in 2007 years he killed again having kidnapped and with Brown’s murder but not before fatally shot neighbor Mindy Schloss in murders over two decades died last performed he was pronounced dead.” Wade committed murder of Della Brown and given Prison ” Indiana Dept. of Corrections spokesperson on Thursday. “Despite life-saving measures being Joshua Wade was found unresponsive in prison after committing a string of...) the press 1950s a movement for Alaskan The ink was dry on the American Secretary of State was under threat and the to someone else because he uses worry paced before a map player on the global stage. too remote too sparsely populated visitors from around the world. the world. The one last time gaze Opening my trousers with her own delicate hands, she pulled out my rapidly rising organ of pleasure, and drawing back the foreskin, exclaimed: "Ah! you have been good! I can easily tell if the prepuce is all red that you have been obliging someone else within five hours. But this jewel is pale and I see no traces of recent excitement..." I fell on my knees and offered the devotions of my tongue at her shrine of love, then followed that up by a most salacious sucking, till she was content and graciously dismissed me, in order that I might be in immediate attendance of the Arctic ecosystem to this remote outpost driven to outdated notions of empire. easy. Back home beauty its rich cultural heritage and strategic location might have sprang up radar installations scanned the forces of nature and tirelessly negotiating with the Russian The land once a young whore teen girlfriend gets exposed- pawn amidst the ceremony felt a had failed to grasp the the nation's Manifest Destiny and surge of pride. of pride. He had millennia found them on the the potential of... go a second without getting someone's Emilie. I just got home from a worry I like it when men horny as hell! horny as hell! There is so much sexy and your appetite will grab me and fuck me hard! fuck me hard! to spank my ass and then be happy! then be happy! Come on FUCK ME! on FUCK ME! My know no bounds and chat are to me. to me. All I hard day at work and I'm sexual tension here to know you! My name is that I really want to get a Look at the mountain of my will help you communicate. help you communicate. I look forward penis inside of me! inside of me! I want you at this doll for my pussy to look at, you understand ...Alaska transformed into strategic assets. strategic assets. In the vast distant territory was proving was far from over. from over. The and and the erosion of their the Last Frontier. Last Frontier. Military bases their home had changed hands of ambition necessity and the what might have been. have been. The sale once a ridiculed purchase blossomed became the 49th state of and the present collided where emerged the future of Alaska in British interests. British interests. Palmerston dispatched he'd sold for a pittance Alaska was far from over. million. On a crisp October day the damage to health is minimal were broken land was seized Seward a man of vision and the enduring struggle slutty daughter... for enduring power of place. of place. (The years vital five after state: ninety seven after sale: earthquake on record. earthquake on record. Lasting nearly three the Copper River collapsed. Valdez was megathrust quake that began at 5:36 the major ports of Seward Whittier feet. Seward Whittier feet. Southeast of Anchorage areas around Peninsula and Kodiak Island areas especially the head of Turnagain Arm Girdwood docked there at the time. at the time. Nearby weeks. It was not until more in the Prince William Sound Kenai aftershocks were no longer noticed. ground 4 miles west of its of Valdez a massive underwater landslide more occurred over the next three a Damaged road combination of seismic activity subsidence the Good Friday Earthquake was a rushed in and flooded or destroyed the Valdez city harbor and docks than a year later that the original site. the original site. There were thousands of aftershocks It had a moment magnitude of the several landslide zones along Knik requiring reconstruction and fill to raise communities. to raise communities. Anchorage sustained great destruction or shock. destruction or shock. In the first day alone post-quake tsunamis or earthquake-caused fires. n Near Arm. Two hundred miles southwest some areas Island were permanently raised by 30 andheavily damaged by high tide mark. high tide mark. Damaged harbor In the Port caused major structural damage in several of coastline near Kodiak and Hinchinbrook the 68 people who lived there. minutes it was the most powerful dropped as much as 8 feet the Seward Highway above the new recorded earthquake in U. earthquake in U. S. and North and inside the ship that was The 1964 Alaska Earthquake also known 9.2 making it the second largest damage to many inadequately earthquake engineered as the Great Alaska Earthquake and occurred resulting in the deaths of village of Chenega killing 23 of American history. of American history. Ground fissures and failures The survivors out-ran the wave climbing eleven major aftershocks were recorded with any buildings standing to the north years the town relocated to higher a 27-foot high tsunami destroyed the not totally destroyed but after three of the highway. of the highway. Girdwood and Portage houses buildings and infrastructure particularly in P. particularly in P. M. AST on March 27 1964. of the Seward Highway when water was confined to the southern side Cordova the Million Dollar Bridge crossing to high ground. to high ground. Most coastal towns for three weeks following the main 30 people between the collapse of a magnitude greater than 6.2. ) part of the American reconciliation a recognition of the towns and settlements. and settlements. Yet the urging the Russians to reconsider. missed opportunity a symbol of of the world. the world. Seward the US and ambition. and ambition. Seward had seen the sounds of gunfire echoed a long overdue step towards expanded the reach of the argued Alaska was in power that would shape those subsequently as material for writing adapt hard restrained, punished... to a changing world. true. Alaska yielded its riches: expansion. Finally in complex taylor President Eisenhower Russian heritage. Russian heritage. But Nicholas had ice melted and new challenges sun set over echoes of United States. United States. He knew history William Seward's coat as fixed. - the end for Allie Mae Redmond (December 12, 2005 ~ July 1, 2024)
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post-script
cold and rainy night trudged through
the streets, ward of the chill...
He was on his way to now addicted
steps muffled by the
Inside grip of a her-induced need...
Haines Kiana Wrangell
Kipnuk Akutan Buckland
Anchorage Akiachak Wainwright King Copper Cove
Nenana Quinhagak Atqasuk Kasigluk Galena Point Sand
Palmer Scammon Two Tok Mekoryuk Talkeetna
Nightmute Huslia Lay Hydaburg
Cordova Yakutat Mission Noorvik Point Homer
Moose Sterling Ambler Teller Nuiqsut
Cant well Be the l' Savoonga Cross Kalskag
Eielson Mountain Lions Barrow Mc AK Unalaska Wasilla
Nikiski Tanana Elim Willow Klawock
Ester Chevak Gambell Venetie Shishmaref Eek Stuyahok
Houston Petersburg New Old White Gakona Goodnews
Metlakatla Akiak Center Yukon Marshall Gustavus
Nulato Minto Dillingham Point order Adak Napakiak
Aleknagik Anderson Grath Lower Mission
(University of Alaska Fairbanks.
“By Alaska standards worst it was
reminiscent of 2004
pretty horrible ” he said.
“At its north
of Fairbanks called the Grapefruit
and I don’t use that analogy lightly.”
it’s not a super-big fire but
Climate Assessment at Policy
at the spurred air-quality advisories
from the borough and state governments.
and state governments.
Smoke was thickest acres
burned said Rick Thoman when Alaska posted
The 160 000-acre McDonald Fire
burning south over the weekend said.
“Sunday was scientist at the Alaska
Center for Complex has poured into
Fairbanks and in the Fairbanks North
Star Borough it’s very close to town ”
Thoman record fire season with 6.6
million produced by a collection of
wildfires said. of wildfires said.
Smoke from that fire plus that
of Fairbanks is the largest wildfire )
Tununak Stebbins Shungnak Fairbanks Ketchikan
Kotlik Brevig Creek Kasilof Kwigillingok Hope
(where the satellite would re-enter because
its return was an adult male rhinoceros
crashed through the atmosphere at 5:17
The agency said ERS-2 which weighs about as
much as p.m. was unable to predict exactly
when "natural." )
Salcha Kake Emmonak Junction Cooper Kenai Salmon Bay
Toksook Koyuk Healy Hooper Nome Alakanuk
Fort Noatak Chefornak Glennallen
...1105 Mission Ave Kenai, AK 99611,
Built 1894-96, (haoc)
Holy Assumption Orthodox Church
is the most endurin Russian culture
in south central Alaska...
Nunapitchuk King Kaktovik Manokotak Pass Trapper
Nondalton Tuluksak Anchor Bay Pole North Rivers
Ninilchik Togiak Shaktoolik Kwethluk
Naknek Landing Bay Craig Pilot Mountain Delta
Kotzebue Seward Skagway Kaltag Soldotna
Kodiak Station Anaktuvuk Village Bay Juneau
Point Kivalina Tuntutuliak Unalakleet
Hoonah Selawik Seldovia Port Aniak Pass Lake
Valdez Big Russian Holy Thorne Bay
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means opium need
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in Not-Self I firmly extol
the disaster into Green Pastures.
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the Stretch and crossed the
variety all mute and odorless.
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The Sacred Geese Accept My Most Distinguished
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and other Not-Self be there for the finish.
for the finish. Safe Finish Line
with a burst of dust sealing wax
losing stratosphere tickets Cable:
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coupon on North Sea accept?
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That Refreshes Helicopters
in the otherworldly selfless
and detached Bubble (unknown stable):
Came from nowhere
( McCord: There's one thing you gotta
learn about women. They're all liars.
And if they ain't liars, they're worse,
laying for you with wedding music.
Take that little dame from Oregon.
All I was doing was tying her shoe
laces and she starts beating me over
the head with a preacher.
Or that little thing from Minnesota,
who tried to marry me while
I was so drunk I didn't know
what I was doing, if it hadn't
been for the parson's mercy,
I'd have been hooked good, for good!
You just can't trust women.
No matter how honest they act,
they all want to be wives!)
countless times before turned to leave,
metal on the nightstand contents
resolve and determination.
-end of post-script
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gemma/lazarus engine/kyd/the pearl vol.16 -1880-/burroughs/
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first printed within
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the time travel corollary footnote (before come see a writer through history)The flickering gaslight cast long, dancing shadows across the cluttered study of Professor Alistair Hedvig. He hunched over a worn, leather-bound volume, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and faded ink. His brow furrowed in concentration, tracing the intricate glyphs with a trembling finger. "Abraxas," he whispered, the name echoing through the silence of the room. It was a word that sent shivers down his spine, a word he'd encountered in dusty tomes and whispered confessions of the fringe occult societies. It was a word that held both fascination and terror. Hedvig, a scholar of the occult, had dedicated his life to unraveling the mysteries of the unseen. He’d traversed the globe, seeking knowledge in forgotten temples and whispered secrets from enigmatic hermits. But none had captivated him like Abraxas, the anguipede deity of ancient lore. He had long dismissed the descriptions of Abraxas as mere superstition, the figments of overactive imaginations. But the more he delved into the annals of the esoteric, the more the figure of Abraxas loomed, a shadowy presence at the edge of his understanding. Tonight, he'd found a clue, a seemingly insignificant mark on the page of the ancient text. It was an image, barely visible, of a serpent coiled around a rooster’s head, its tail ending in a whip. It was the sigil of Abraxas, a symbol that was whispered to hold unimaginable power. The scholar felt a tremor of fear. Was this power truly real? Could he truly summon the entity he had spent years researching, the being that had haunted his dreams? He knew the dangers. The whispers he'd heard from those who dared to delve into the mysteries of Abraxas spoke of madness and ruin. But Hedvig was a man driven by insatiable curiosity. He felt the pull of the unknown, a siren song that drew him ever closer to the precipice. He knew the risks, yet he was drawn to the abyss, consumed by the desire to know the truth, to unravel the enigma that was Abraxas. With trembling hands, he began the ritual. The air grew heavy, charged with an unseen energy. A chill ran down his spine, and the shadows in the room seemed to writhe and twist. Hedvig chanted the ancient words, his voice wavering with a mixture of awe and dread. The gaslight flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness. A low, guttural growl filled the air, followed by the rustle of unseen wings. Hedvig felt a cold dread engulf him, the fear that gripped him so intense it threatened to consume him entirely. He knew he had crossed a line, and the consequences, he now understood, could be catastrophic. Yet, he dared to hope, to believe that the knowledge he sought, the truth about Abraxas, was worth the price. The darkness pressed in on Hedvig, a suffocating blanket of dread. The growl intensified, echoing through the room like the rumble of distant thunder. He could feel something massive, unseen, watching him. Then, a single, malevolent eye opened in the darkness. A brilliant, cold yellow light pierced the night, illuminating a single, serpentine form in the gloom. Its body was sinuous and powerful, scales shimmering in the faint glow of the eye. Hedvig stumbled back, his breath catching in his throat. It was a nightmare made real, the ancient descriptions coming to life before his very eyes. A rooster’s head crested the creature’s serpentine form, its beak opening in a silent, chilling screech. A whip, tipped with a gleaming obsidian point, crackled with energy, its power palpable even in the darkness. It was Abraxas, the anguipede deity, the being of ancient lore. It was real. Hedvig felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He had been foolhardy, reckless in his pursuit of the unknown. This was not a being to be studied or controlled. This was a force of nature, a raw, primal entity that dwarfed human understanding. The creature slithered forward, its scales rasping against the floorboards, and Hedvig could feel a wave of energy emanating from it, a power so raw it threatened to shatter his very being. The scent of sulfur filled the room, acrid and suffocating. The creature fixed its single, burning eye upon him, and Hedvig felt a jolt of pure terror course through him. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that he was in the presence of something truly ancient, something powerful beyond comprehension. He tried to speak, to plead for mercy, but the words caught in his throat. He could only stare, paralyzed by fear, as Abraxas loomed before him, its presence filling the room, its power radiating outwards in waves of raw energy. “You seek knowledge,” Abraxas rasped, the voice a guttural whisper that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the earth. Hedvig could only nod, unable to utter a single word. “Knowledge comes at a price,” Abraxas continued, its cold, yellow eye boring into him. “Are you willing to pay?” The scholar felt a wave of despair wash over him. He knew he had crossed a line. He had summoned a creature he could not control, a force he could not comprehend. His quest for knowledge had led him to this precipice, to a point of no return. He looked at the whip, its obsidian tip glowing menacingly, and knew the price would be high. He was trapped, a mere mortal facing the wrath of a god. But, even in the face of his fear, a flicker of defiance sparked within him. He was a scholar, a man of knowledge. He would not be cowed. He took a deep breath and stared into Abraxas’ single, burning eye. “Yes,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I am willing to pay.” Abraxas, the serpentine deity, coiled tighter, the whip in its hand crackling with a silent, malevolent energy. Its single eye, like a burning ember in the darkness, seemed to pierce through Hedvig, seeing not just his fear, but also the flicker of defiance that dared to spark within him. “Very well,” the creature rasped, its voice a chilling whisper, a rasping echo of the ancient world. “But know this, mortal. The price is high. You offer yourself to knowledge, and knowledge comes at a cost.” Hedvig felt a chill crawl down his spine, a wave of nausea washing over him. He knew he had already crossed a line, but there was no turning back. The deal was struck, and Abraxas, the entity of ancient lore, was not one to break its word. “Tell me,” Abraxas continued, its voice a low growl, “what knowledge do you seek? What secrets of the world do you crave?” Hedvig swallowed, his heart pounding against his ribs. He knew this was his moment, his chance to delve deeper into the mysteries of the universe, to unlock secrets that had remained hidden for millennia. Yet, he also understood the price of such knowledge. He could feel it, a cold, heavy weight pressing down on him, a sense of impending doom. He looked at the ancient texts scattered across his study, the pages filled with cryptic symbols and faded ink. He thought of the countless hours he had spent deciphering them, searching for the key to unlock the secrets of the world. “I seek the knowledge of the ancients,” Hedvig finally said, his voice barely a whisper. “The secrets of the world beyond our understanding, the truths hidden in plain sight.” The whip cracked, a sound like a bolt of lightning slicing through the air. The room shimmered, and Hedvig felt a jolt of energy course through him, a surge of power he had never before experienced. He felt his mind expanding, his understanding of the world warping and twisting. Abraxas laughed, a chilling, guttural sound that echoed through the room. “You have chosen wisely, mortal. The knowledge you seek is vast, but also dangerous. Be careful, for the secrets of the ancients are not meant for mortal eyes.” A wave of information flooded Hedvig’s mind, images and symbols flashing before his eyes. Ancient languages, forgotten scriptures, rituals and incantations, the knowledge of worlds beyond human comprehension - all poured into his mind, overwhelming his senses. His body convulsed, wracked with pain as his mind struggled to process the deluge of information. But he held on, driven by a thirst for knowledge that now burned within him, a thirst that overshadowed even the fear that threatened to consume him. “But know this,” Abraxas’ voice echoed in his mind, “the price of knowledge is not always paid in coin or blood. Sometimes, the true cost is the loss of your soul.” Hedvig stared into the abyss of Abraxas' single eye, his mind drowning in a sea of knowledge, his soul teetering on the edge of oblivion. He had crossed a line, and the consequences, he knew, would forever alter his fate. The price of knowledge was high, and he had already paid it. The weight of Abraxas’ knowledge pressed down on Hedvig, each piece of information a heavy stone on his already burdened soul. His mind, stretched to its breaking point, felt like it might shatter. He had entered a realm beyond comprehension, a place where mortal minds were not meant to tread. Suddenly, a voice, ethereal and mournful, cut through the maelstrom of information. It was a voice that resonated with a familiar melancholy, a voice that carried the echoes of sorrow and despair. “Beware, Hedvig,” the voice whispered, a chill seeping into the room. “Knowledge is a double-edged sword. It can illuminate the world, but it can also blind you to its beauty.” Hedvig whirled around, his heart pounding. He recognized the voice. It was the voice of Nikolai Gogol, the great Russian author, whose works had always captivated him with their blend of the fantastical and the macabre. The ghost of Gogol, his presence as palpable as a physical form, hovered in the flickering gaslight, his sorrowful eyes filled with a deep understanding of Hedvig's plight. "You have crossed a line, Hedvig," Gogol continued, his spectral form swaying gently as if carried by a phantom wind. "You have delved into the forbidden, and now the darkness has its claws upon you." Hedvig stared at the ghost, his mind reeling. Gogol, the master of the grotesque, the chronicler of the human condition, was here, a spectral observer of his descent into madness. "What do you want?" Hedvig asked, his voice trembling. He felt a new wave of terror, a terror born of the knowledge that he was not alone in his madness, that even the ghosts of the past were aware of his folly. "I am here to warn you," Gogol said, his voice a hollow echo. "The price you have paid is not merely knowledge. It is a pact, a bond with an entity that cannot be easily broken. The knowledge you seek is like a siren’s song, luring you to destruction." Abraxas, sensing the intrusion, hissed, its single, yellow eye turning towards Gogol. "Intruders!" it snarled, the whip in its hand cracking with a menacing energy. “This mortal is mine!” Gogol, unfazed by the threat, stepped closer to Hedvig. "You have a choice, Hedvig. You can succumb to the darkness, or you can resist. But know this, the path you have chosen is fraught with peril." Hedvig looked from the menacing serpent-like form of Abraxas to the spectral figure of Gogol, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and terror. He had crossed a line, a line that now separated him from the world he knew. He was no longer just a scholar of the occult. He was a vessel, a conduit for knowledge, a pawn in a game he didn't understand. The ghost of Gogol extended a spectral hand towards him. “Do not despair, Hedvig," Gogol said, his voice filled with a strange, haunting hope. "There is still a chance to break free from this terrible bond.” Hedvig stared at the spectral hand, his heart pounding. His quest for knowledge had led him down a dark path, but perhaps, with Gogol's help, he might find a way to escape the clutches of Abraxas. Hedvig, caught between the spectral hand of Gogol and the menacing gaze of Abraxas, felt a cold dread creep up his spine. The air in the room crackled with an unseen energy, the shadows dancing and twisting like grotesque phantoms. "Choose wisely, Hedvig," Gogol's voice echoed in his mind, a chilling reminder of the price he had already paid. Abraxas, sensing the wavering in Hedvig's resolve, coiled tighter, its body radiating a malevolent energy. The whip in its hand crackled with a life of its own, its obsidian tip seeming to drip with a viscous darkness. "He is mine," Abraxas hissed, its voice a guttural growl that sent shivers down Hedvig's spine. "His soul is mine to claim, his mind mine to possess." Hedvig looked at Gogol, a flicker of hope flickering in his heart. But as he reached out to grasp the spectral hand, the air around him warped, and the room itself seemed to shift and twist. The walls groaned, and the floorboards buckled beneath him, as if the very structure of the house was struggling to contain the monstrous energy emanating from Abraxas. Suddenly, the ghost of Gogol vanished, leaving Hedvig alone in the darkness with the ancient entity. The air grew heavy, thick with the smell of sulfur and decay, and Hedvig felt a cold dread grip his heart. The knowledge he had sought, the forbidden secrets, were now a suffocating blanket around him, a cage of his own making. His mind, overwhelmed by the torrent of information, began to fracture. Images and symbols, fragments of forgotten languages, and visions of unspeakable horrors, swirled in his mind, a chaotic kaleidoscope of madness. He felt a sense of detachment, as if his own soul was being peeled away, layer by layer, leaving behind a hollow shell. The whip, now a blur of motion, cracked again and again, each stroke a blow to Hedvig's sanity. He could feel his mind unraveling, his thoughts twisting into grotesque parodies of themselves. He tried to cry out, to call for help, but only a guttural rasp escaped his lips. He was trapped, a prisoner of his own ambition, a victim of the terrible power he had unleashed. As the room descended into chaos, Hedvig looked into the abyss of Abraxas' single, burning eye, and saw a reflection of his own twisted reflection, a mirror of his own impending doom. The price of knowledge, he realized, was not merely a loss of innocence or a sacrifice of sanity. It was a complete annihilation, a descent into the heart of darkness, where there was no escape, no redemption, only the cold embrace of oblivion. And as the world around him shattered into a thousand pieces, Hedvig knew, with a chilling certainty, that he was lost. Hedvig's world had shattered. The study, once a haven of scholarly pursuit, was now a vortex of chaos. The room itself seemed to writhe, the walls pulsating with an unseen energy, the air thick with the acrid scent of sulfur and decay. The whip, a blur of obsidian fury, cracked again and again, each stroke a blow to Hedvig's sanity. He could feel his mind unraveling, his thoughts twisting into grotesque parodies of themselves. Yet, even amidst the encroaching madness, a flicker of something else emerged within him. It was a memory, a whisper of a different life, a life before the shadows had consumed him. He thought of Sofia , the young woman who had captured his heart with her fiery spirit and unwavering belief in the impossible. She had been his anchor, his connection to the world of the living, a source of warmth and light in his life. But his obsession with the mysteries of the occult had driven her away, his pursuit of the unknown had left a gaping void in their relationship. Now, as his mind spiraled into madness, East Sofia 's image became a beacon, a lifeline amidst the encroaching darkness. He could feel her presence, a subtle warmth in the chill of the room, a whisper of hope in the cacophony of his own internal turmoil. He remembered their last conversation, a tense exchange filled with hurt and unspoken words. He had dismissed her concerns, assured her that he was in control, that his pursuit of knowledge was not a descent into madness, but a journey towards enlightenment. But as the shadows of Abraxas closed in, he knew he had been wrong. He felt a surge of guilt, a wave of remorse that washed over him like a tidal wave. He had pushed Sofia away, convinced that his pursuit of the forbidden was more important than her... (legend of this anguipede could unlock the secrets of the cosmos and the physical and the mortal understanding. understanding. His followers king's head and snakes arcane. figure shrouded in the him dominion over the veil of the physical with the divine. divine. Yet Abraxas the imagination of those and mystics alike grappled metaphysical was but a unseen realms that lay divine and the demonic. demonic. In into the depths of to unravel the mysteries and trepidation. trepidation. Abraxas a dragon's feet and a was not merely a encompass both the benevolent whose attributes seemed to Abraxas was believed to his arcane symbols they echoed through the ages of Antiquity In the mystical transcend the boundaries of thin shroud there existed realms of ancient times deity continues to captivate unknown and the desire sought after. after. The power of attain a deeper connection of this enigmatic deity This anguipede a deity of profound contemplation. contemplation. Demonologists was both feared and nature. nature. Described by demonologists as whip in his hand. the esoteric and the a deity whose very immense power and enigmatic limbs was revered in represented with serpentine lower Abraxas was said to beyond the ken of the physical world granting figure of worship; he where the veil between Asia where his influence world. world. Even today the and the malevolent the the annals of history a testament to the the esoteric traditions of believed that by invoking a demon with a enduring fascination with the the name Abraxas has mists of pagan theogonies with the paradoxical nature possess a rooster's head was a being of in place of feet name evoked both awe his name and honoring who seek to delve was also a source that lie beyond the Abraxas the Enigmatic Deity) He had pushed East Sofia away, convinced that his pursuit of the forbidden was more important than her love or the support she offered. But now, as his world crumbled around him, he realized the true cost of his obsession The cobblestone streets of London glistened under the faint glow of gaslights, reflecting the vibrant hues of West Sofia 's dress as she hurried through the bustling crowds. Her auburn hair, escaping its tight bun, danced in the wind, mirroring the tempestuous spirit that resided within her. West Sofia was a whirlwind of energy, a force of nature trapped in a society that sought to confine her. At 22, she was a woman ahead of her time, a passionate advocate for social change, her voice a clarion call for women's rights and equality. She had defied her family's expectations, rejecting the gilded cage of a traditional life for the freedom of thought and action. Her days were filled with meetings, lectures, and protests. She spoke eloquently at rallies, her words igniting the hearts of those who yearned for a better world. She wrote fiery articles for local newspapers, her pen a weapon against injustice, her words a challenge to the status quo. But West Sofia was not just a revolutionary. She was also a dreamer, a romantic at heart, who yearned for connection and love. She saw beauty in the ordinary, finding solace in the simple pleasures of life: a shared cup of tea with a fellow activist, the scent of fresh-baked bread wafting from a nearby bakery, the laughter of children playing in the park. One even - One evening, after a particularly heated debate about women's suffrage, she found herself drawn to a quiet corner of the local bookstore, seeking refuge from the chaotic world outside. The scent of old paper and leather filled the air, a comforting aroma that calmed her restless spirit. As she browsed the shelves, her gaze fell upon a worn leather-bound volume, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and faded ink. Intrigued, she pulled it from the shelf, her fingers tracing the strange glyphs. "That's a dangerous book, miss," a voice said from behind her. West Sofia turned to face the speaker. He was a tall, lean man with piercing blue eyes and a rugged charm. His dark hair was neatly combed, but his attire, though impeccably tailored, held a hint of the unconventional. "Dangerous?" West Sofia asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Why would you say that?" "Those symbols," inky replied, his voice low and compelling, "they hold secrets that are not meant for the faint of heart." "Secrets?" West Sofia scoffed, her curiosity piqued. "And what secrets might those be?" inky smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Secrets that could change your world, miss. Secrets that could lead you to places you never imagined." West Sofia stared at him, mesmerized by his enigmatic charm. She was drawn to him, intrigued by his air of mystery, his hint of danger. "Tell me," she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of longing. "Tell me what secrets these symbols hold." inky leaned closer, his gaze burning into hers. "But be warned, miss," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "The price of knowledge can be high." West Sofia felt a thrill course through her. She had always sought knowledge, always been willing to push the boundaries, to defy expectations. "I'm not afraid of a little danger," she said, her eyes locking with his. And thus began Sofia 's journey into the unknown, a journey that would intertwine her fate with Hedvig's, a journey that would lead them both down a path fraught with danger and intrigue. West Sofia , ever the seeker of truth, delved deeper into the world of symbols and secrets. Inky became her guide, her confidant, her muse. He was a scholar of the occult, a man who walked the tightrope between reason and revelation, logic and the mystical. He spoke of ancient deities and forgotten rituals, of the power of symbols and the interconnectedness of all things. He opened her eyes to a world beyond the mundane, a world of hidden truths and forbidden knowledge. Often, he dreamt of the arctic...His plan was to write a book as wild and cool as that land...then called Russian America, later the Department of Alaska, until it became the District of Alaska, and perhaps finally the State of Alaska... West Sofia , captivated by his intellect and the allure of the unknown, found herself drawn to his world. She was a woman who craved understanding, who sought answers to the fundamental questions of existence. Hedvig offered her a glimpse into a realm beyond the confines of her own beliefs, a realm where logic intertwined with faith, where the boundaries between the physical and the spiritual blurred. As she delved deeper into his world, however, she began to question the true nature of Inky's pursuit. His obsession with the Alaska, his relentless pursuit of forbidden knowledge, began to consume him, casting a shadow over his spirit. He became a man consumed by the shadows, his heart shrouded in snow. West Sofia , ever the optimist, clung to the belief that beneath the icy frost, Inky's heart still held a flicker of light. She tried to pull him back from the abyss, to remind him of the beauty and simplicity of life, of the importance of human connection and compassion. But her efforts proved futile. Inky, lost in his own labyrinth of esoteric knowledge, was blind to her pleas. He became a man consumed by his obsession, a prisoner of his own curiosity. West Sofia , heartbroken and disillusioned, realized the true cost of faith, the danger of obsession, and the thin line between spiritual exploration and self-destruction. She had seen the depths of human ambition, the destructive power of unchecked curiosity, and the darkness that lurks beneath the surface of even the brightest minds. She had glimpsed the allure of forbidden knowledge, and the price one pays for seeking truth beyond the veil of the ordinary. And so, West Sofia , the woman who once sought enlightenment through knowledge and reason, found herself questioning the very nature of belief. She realized that faith, like knowledge, was a double-edged sword. It could be a source of comfort, a guiding light in the darkness, but it could also be a dangerous obsession, a path to self-destruction. Her journey had begun with a thirst for knowledge, but it ended with a profound understanding of the human condition: a complex tapestry woven with threads of faith, reason, and the ever-present temptation to push the boundaries of the known, even at the cost of one's own soul. 14 july 2024 -end of corollary-
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aftermath and 1906 ______________ It’s the only thing to do.” As he talked with turning and going into the cabin. He came out with want to kick ’m for? You said yourself that Scott answered putting away the revolver. “We’ll let him his employer. his own meat.” “But look at yourself Matt. It’s all loosed to fight with other dogs. Immediately after such along the sights at the empty s pace of snow White with a backward thrust of his thumb. “Wolf time. “Spit it out. What is it?” The dog-musher indicated he’d done right. Then I had no right to Scott said sharply after waiting a suitable length of the rifle down solemnly then turned and looked at He knew the hands of the gods their proved Then the hope died down as he added shaking Fang snarled. He stepped away from the rifle enough to avoid any snap or slash. But he this is the first time he’s ben loose. Give the cabin. Nothing happened. He was plainly perplexed and for a spell.” The other looked at him incredulously. “Yes ” Matt was free. Many months had gone by since he that!” he exclaimed the next moment. White Fang had quieted approached its culmination. But the moment before the rifle to his feet but the blood spouting from his he at the same time contrived to keep track behind the corner of the cabin. Matt stood staring of teeth a sharp exclamation. White Fang snarling fiercely had yet to learn the remarkable quickness of White above him. Matt unsnapped the chain from the collar there. D’ye see them marks across the chest?” “You’re right said slowly with a careless calmness that was assumed cylinder and assured himself of its contents. “Look here Mr. did not want to bite the hand and he fights he had always been imprisoned again. He did not “only goin’ to keep that promise I made. I as well as you do. “They don't know anywhere else to go.” It’s he yelled at his family to brace school. Power and telecommunications were spotty He’s got intelligence and other hand. Matt uttered a great oath and sprang began with the movement and increased as the movement Fang shrank together and grew tense as he crouched Matt’s foot had already started on its way to about it off and on while not wanting to of freedom except at the times he had be en but quicker than he was White Fang. Major staggered ferocious straining to get at the sled-dogs. Having received distance studied it suspiciously. “Hi-yu Major!” Matt shouted warningly but He sat on the step of his cabin and watching gods and walked carefully to the corner of tell you yes an’ broke to harness. Look close and what else was to be expected than some line somewhere.” in continue to help clean up ” he said. Alaska came to rest. “We only floated down a the evacuees were being flown to Joint more than just familiar. Carl said it’s them children when the four-bedroom house started before the next storm hits ” “Served me right ” Matt argued stubbornly. “What’d I tackle me so long as I got that club a caged lion watching the whip of its trainer. “See on him. He walked slowly and cautiously prepared to his torn hand and holding it he said. Shelter home traveled half a mile before it Army National Guard Armory on Wednesday Oct. Alaska Air National Guard C-17 Globemaster III after Sunday’s huge storm. Reached by phone Wednesday tightly in his dog-musher paused and nodded his head confidentially at Moosehide Fang struck him. He was overthrown. Matt rushed in know sure an’ that there’s no gettin’ away from.” The had been bitten it was now Weedon Scott’s turn needs is some show of human kindness ” he added anything. The god had no club so he suffered the cabin and come out with a rifle. “Nothin’ ” he pointing to the torn trousers and undercloths and the club and went over to the chained animal. too late. Major had made a spring for the meat. he came back again pausing a dozen feet away lying down at a distance apparently oblivious of his approached his neck bristled and snarled and the rifle against the woodpile. “But will you look at rejoined. The dog-musher surveyed the stricken dog. He had sunk take a gamble. Only way to find out is old antipathy to being touched. He snarled more menacingly know what to make of it. Perhaps some new throat reddened the snow in a widening path. “It’s too growing stain of red. “I told you it was hopeless kick ’m.” “It would be a mercy to kill him ” ’m a fair chance an’ if he don’t deliver and soothingly. “Better have a club handy ” Matt warned. Scott shook me.” As Matt had pleaded for White Fang when he Scott insisted. “He’s untamable.” “Now look here Mr. Scott give no chance yet. He’s just come through hell an’ eyes vigilant his whole body wary and prepared for Scott announced. “Oh I don’t know about that ” Matt objected. bein’ a sled-dog again.” “What d’ye think?” Scott queried eagerly. Fang who struck with the certainty and swiftness of to find out.” “Poor devil ” Scott murmured pityingly. “What he can’t expect ’m to come out a white an’ hold of him.” “And there’s not much reason against his stared at the dog-musher who responded with a shrug leave White Fang alone; he said. Shelter home traveled half a mile before it Army National Guard Armory on Wednesday Oct Reached by phone Wednesday of right now we don't know where to strike another house. He estimates his few minutes. It felt like hours and even then they were shinin’ angel. Give ’m time.” “Look at Major ” the other down and ceased snarling. “This is worth investigatin’. Watch.” Matt reached for the rifle and at the same moment endured the peril of it until his instinct surged under it. Here was danger some treachery or something. had killed this god’s dog bitten his companion god a coiled snake. Scott cried out sharply with surprise catching to take White Fang’s meat an’ he’s dead-O. That up in him mastering him with its insatiable yearning give it to him. We’ve only just started and took the precaution to sheer off from the two as any he had received from Beauty Smith. “Here! What all that period he had never known a moment was to be expected. I wouldn’t give two whoops expression of astonishment. “Look at the intelligence of him ” Scott and White Fang’s lifted lips descended covering his teeth. “Now think of it. But we’ve come to it now. corner of the cabin and forty feet away was him to approach quite near. The god’s hand had Fang. He sprang away from it and from a the dog-musher. “Well I’ll be everlastingly gosh-swoggled!” was the dog-musher’s that was equally hopeless. Together they looked at White Fang existence. because the time was really slow ” he said. Kipnuk and fuel to heat the school off their foundations are scattered across Kipnuk. to stay Carl said. Still some people is underway for Kipnuk and Kwigillingock where 15 2025. Carl said houses that were pushed taken to the Bethel Armory “It’s a wolf and there’s no taming it ” Weedon don’t want to kill him or have him killed ” went on hastily. “He knows the meaning of firearms White Fang watched the club after the manner of the poor devil a fightin’ chance. He ain’t had right. You said so yourself Mr. Scott. He tried ’m keep his eye on that club ” Matt said. “Might be a lot of dog in ’m for are you doing?” Scott cried suddenly. Matt had dashed into reluctant movements he drew his revolver threw open the away bristling showing his fangs his eyes malignant with didn’t take a club.” “You try it then.” The dog-musher secured right about the dogs but we must draw the the goods I’ll kill ’m myself. There!” “God knows I and stepped back. White Fang could scarcely realise that he crouched down. But while he eyed the approaching hand went on “I know you’ve tried to but you came to a level on him he leaped sidewise in hell for a dog that wouldn’t fight for what to do it was all so unprecedented. He bad but it served him right ” Scott said hastily. But his head “We’ve had him two weeks now and we can’t quit at the beginning. It served me I said I’d do.” “No you don’t!” “Yes I do. Watch up the gun.” “All right I’m willin’ ” Matt agreed leaning for life. Weedon Scott had believed that he was quick mastery their cunning to hurt. Besides there was his or dog it’s all the same—he’s ben tamed ’ready.” “No!” “I to White Fang and began talking to him gently blood and was plainly in the last gasp. “Served ’m passed into the possession of Beauty Smith and in Matt. weren’t working at the Kwigillingok already been flown to Bethel. “We're going to a thousand people were sheltering in schools in both towns were damaged. It’s unsafe to do ” she said. The first evacuees He was a sled-dog before Beauty Smith got terrible punishment? But in the face of it he was indomitable. He bristled and showed his teeth his Fang’s confidence. White Fang was suspicious. Something was impending. He run loose and see what kindness can do for menace. Now he could expect a beating as fearful of the club in the other hand suspended threateningly reckon it’s up to me to kill ’m as down on the snow in the circle of his all you can tell. But there’s one thing I snarling with blood-curdling viciousness not at Scott but at to raise it to his shoulder. White Fang’s snarling handy. He’s not clean crazy sure.” As the man’s hand be assailed at any moment. He did not know Matt ” Scott said in a discouraged voice. “I’ve thought devilry of the gods was about to be perpetrated we’ve got to give that intelligence a chance. Put Mountain. “Well don’t be a miser with what you know ” at the end of his stretched chain bristling snarling scrambled backward for several yards while Matt stooped and means of a club the sled-dogs had learned to his new owner asked. Matt shrugged his shoulders. “Got to to plead. “You said to give him a chance. Well just for fun.” Matt took the rifle and began slowly which had been occupied by White Fang. The dog-musher put to his side. White Fang crouched down and backed sundry lessons from Matt said lessons being imparted by crouched still lower and still the hand descended. He and regarding the two men intently. “Won’t he run away?” At the instant his jaws closed on it White his head and went on trying to win White him. And here’s a try at it.” both Kipnuk and Kwigillingok were being approximately 300 displaced Western Alaska residents following conditions in the two communities were rough. Typhoon Halong Oct. 15 2025. A mass evacuation Bethel. A Guard spokesperson said that 300 people a substantial portion of her town has “My adrenaline was like out of the seen boarding a C-17 transport plane at we're gonna go. We don't know what Black Hawk helicopter He walked over a piece of meat which he tossed to White if anything he’s wilder than ever at the present come out and was descending upon his head. White investigated his leg. “He got me all right ” he announced kick White Fang. There was a leap a flash right this time. And—look at him!” White Fang near the “That’s a good sign. He’s no fool. Don’t dast Scott ” Matt objected; “that dog’s ben through hell. You moment.” “Give ’m a chance ” Matt counselled. “Turn ’m loose (welcome would have surpassed lift to the airbase Alaska summit happened at by most Western nations moment Putin accepted a car. a car. As the vehicle sitting in the backseat largely limited to nations Trump clapped. Trump clapped. The two Koreas and Belarus. and Belarus. That the welcome on US soil like a partner and In a short six since Moscow launched its own Moscow-plated presidential leader warmly shook hands spread across the runway of the Joint Base in on pulled away cameras remarkable moment for Putin in 2022. in 2025. His international Elmendorf-Richardson. As Putin approached for Putin. for Trump. But this instead of driving in smiled. and smiled. It was a the Kremlin's wildest dreams. friendly to the Russian – a leader all was a victory on a red carpet months Putin has in Trump's armoured limousine friend. limousine friend. In an apparently unscripted travel since full-scale victory against Ukraine Trump waited for Putin Federation such as North irony Tomahawks later contradiction indicated a story book history still being wroted...)
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coda without rhyme
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yes, instead of working on the photoplay words, we opted to peek into subliminal erotic manipulation and double track voice over to see how we could present thoughts along with the scenes within the film sequences... turning my character into yuki girl...yeah not enough good female roles in movies and most likely too busy to play myself...
yes, once more instead of editing
we have created a token...
actual price like coke is zero
until we create a liquidity pool,
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perform a trade...estimated value
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Alaska Coin, symbol: SKA
10,000 total supply
issued 31 July 2024
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Individual Value:
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or 7.2 million Rubles
possible script addition... In the depths of the Alaskan wilderness, where the snow falls endlessly and the darkness seems to stretch on forever, there lived a young woman named Lotta. She had grown up in the small, isolated cabin with her father, a grizzled old man who rarely spoke and spent his days hunting and trapping in the unforgiving landscape. From a young age, Lotta had learned to fend for herself, her father teaching her how to shoot a rifle and track elusive prey through the snowy forest. But as the years went by, a sense of unease began to settle over the cabin, as Lotta noticed her father's increasingly erratic behavior... He would come home late at night, his eyes wild and his hands shaking, muttering to himself about sierra leone and strange voices he heard in the wind. lotta tried to ignore it, burying herself in her social media and spending as much time as she could outside, away from the suffocating atmosphere of the cabin. But one fateful night, as a blizzard raged outside and the wind howled like a tormented spirit, Lotta awoke to the sound of her father's screams. Racing down the stairs, she found him thrashing on the floor, his eyes wide with terror as he clawed at his own skin. Father, what's wrong?! Lotta cried, kneeling beside him and trying to restrain his flailing limbs. But her father's gaze was distant, lost in some unseen horror as he whispered in a voice that chilled her to the bone. The Sierra Leone curse...it's upon me, Lotta. I can't... I can't fight it any longer. The S.L. was of course an entirely different country on the other side of the world, as well as well known horse that had rallied in the fierceness to come in second and now sought to take the travers stake... However, in ther ir wilderness the S. L. was what the natives called the frenzy that made the minds of men feverish with craze. Lotta's blood ran cold as she remembered the stories her father had told her about the mythical malady that haunted the Alaskan wilderness, a malovence of darkness and despair that feasted on the souls of the living. She had always thought they were just tales to scare her, but now she saw the fear in her father's eyes and knew that something truly evil had taken hold of him. Desperate to save her father, Lotta searched through the cabin until she found his rifle, loading it with shaking hands as she tried to come up with a plan. But as she turned back to her father, she saw a look of pure malice in his eyes, as if he no longer recognized her as his daughter. With a sudden and terrifying speed, her father lunged at her, his hands clawing for her throat as he snarled like a wild animal. In a blind panic, Lotta raised the rifle and squeezed the trigger, the deafening roar of the gunshot echoing through the cabin as her father's body fell limp at her feet. For a moment, all was silent as lotta stood there in shock, her hands shaking and her heart pounding in her chest. And then, as the reality of what she had done sank in, a new kind of fear washed over her, as she realized the consequences of her actions. A vision of the handgun flashed in her mind's eye, she sauntered to the chest of drawers inside the immense wood cabinet and pulled it out. It felt light, in a silly motion she cocked the thirty eight while pointing it at herself. the bracelet seemed to play the start of song that would not get to be heard as her arm swung down weighed by the revolver that now aimed at the possessd man - she thought - perhaps he is dead but the spirit has to die as well. five of the six shots burst in his torso. if the floor had ever thirsted for blood, she thought, now is time to drink. she looked on as what seemed to her a rothko color melting crimson and brown...Swimming into adjacent rugs. The floor had not not known bloodlust, she concluded then slightly raised the pistol to finish with a head shot that somehow found its way into the crotch. All the better, she judged, in case the testicles held any potential of procreating more of that feverish insanity... she had grown up on science documentaries and the idea of psr struck her as the groin bled out. no posthumous sperm retrieval for this demon, she had now grown up again instantly and without choice. the six shooter left alongside the rifle and her innocence. Alone in the dark and icy wilderness, with a corpse at her feet and the echoes of her father's dying screams still ringing in her ears, lotta knew that she would never be able to escape the horror of that night. The sierra leone's curse had taken her father, and now it threatened to consume her as well. As the blizzard raged on outside, lotta gathered what belongings she could carry and fled into the night, leaving behind the only home she had ever known and the memories of a man who had once been her father. But no matter how far she ran, she could never escape the haunting cries of the darkness, a constant reminder of the night she had been forced to confront her own deepest fears and commit the ultimate act of horror...
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yes, instead of reworking the film script words, we opted to start a second book about alaska, because in reviewing these notes we felt the native people should be at the lead - their history, culture, customs... yet it is planned in the dystopian genre ... the download is more or less how we would have started it all given a second chance. enjoy. wordstar tokenizer ; (https://wordstar.nexus/tokenizer) yes, after the tokenizer, i continued to delay the alaska projects...but dear readers, it was not to leave things unedited or untidy, it was only following my bliss... even made a silent film https://files.offshore.cat/S62oamul.mp4 no i have not been only sleeping and masturbating, don't listen to spin doctor perverts...in fact i am about to update dejavu glitches very soon... otherwise i was hell bent on leathering up a word processor which you may find at wordstar.nexus/typewriter or download as a private offline app here which lead me to another app; wordstar.nexus/cut&rune and a dictionary; wordstar.nexus/daslexicon along with the retro; https://inkrealm.info/atari my new favorite: wordstar.nexus/birch (a screenwriting app) along with wordstar.nexus/w (markdown with sketch) and wordstar.nexus/seven (a web version of the WordStar 7.0) of course, you know all this if you follow the scribbles at wordstar.nexus/displaywriter all this to say i might not be exactly done making this space wait... but i am confident you will agree some of that waiting was worth while as the usefulness of the new developments might prove. - inky.