Map & Graph: Countries by Crime: Prisoners: Per capita :A wonderful website for comparing countries. I don’t have much time to do an extended comparison now but some numbers just jumped out at me.First – the number of prisoners per capita.
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speaking of molecular biology and reincarnationwith an intelligent and lovely scientist, dancesanother one stoned and impossibly beautifulslender waist, pushing bosom, shoulders roundfeatures aquiline and fine…..if the scientist believes not in the the chemistry of existencebut in the holy spirit, reincarnation and destinywhat is a hewer of words and a drawer of sentimentto believe now. in the stoned and impossibly beautiful.
Leave a CommentFrench is such a beautiful language that as much pleasure as it creates to hear it spoken well, so much pain it creates to hear it spoken badly.
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Yesterday I learned that one of the guys I spent my summer with fell from a tower that he was climbing for sport and died from the fall…. Markus was an experienced climber, having climbed in Peru and Nepal in the past so he knew what he was doing.
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In the far back corner of the large courtyard…. Only six large transparent tubes hang from the ceiling.
1 CommentThe taste of Anna and red wine.So lovely to drink and drink. Somehow without her sweet nectar the wine is not so fine.So without wine now I swim onpool water a poor substitutefor past Dionysian revels,future promises in every stroke.
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To me the show seemed like straight provocation, exploitation of Lisbeth Gruwez and the audience, taking us to another level of dance – back to its earliest origins in earthy sexuality…. Not to have seen the show – for if you are not offended by the naked and sexual female human body, you will rarely see a more pure display – but that at the end of the path, Fabre leads us holding nothing but those wild impressions.
1 CommentNo Jane Austen heroines for meall prose and no poetry,reason and norm insistentin every dawn anda faultless sense of society,infallible propriety.I’ll dally to ventilatethe tight sphincter which crampsher every breathin hope to release the emotionsstifled so long below.Hopeless though, these women -function of their most intimate organsgoverned so strongly from the headand not the heart. One pure breath of unfiltered emotion, more, sadlythan six months of stifling devotion.
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