The FugsBawgs has been touted by some, but they are misled if they think it could ever have had anything on Beryl. The smear campaign conducted on the Beryl website caused developers to abandon the project direction and tone it all back to Compiz. Compiz has never been anything but a poor substitute for the original and best for eye candy.
One can still only wonder why Beryl's developers were so smug about their product, though, since their website was so wide open to attack. It only took a little Curve to throw the whole thing wide open [hoax alert - hoax alert - hoax alert]. Who needs buffer overflow when the developers become too lax?
Non-related knowledge: Keyboards can be eavesdropped on from up to 300 meters away by simply recording the electromagnetic spectrum emitted by each individual key. There is no privacy in the computer world.
IceWM: Farg Yeah!! doooooon't doooooo itttttt de accidente.
Tarumarrha Legend
Rotating inundulous
faun and bullyard
single entity
]e-pocalyptic caper lowers
the juggernaut complex
dock the change perambulator
puscina fraulein
machined by India
two days advancerie
legionnaire omni agitantes
- politzia
Uucyc moved to France
eating chocolate banana mellow fish
Yellowstone River cold morning brightened
Crow Station squares over Whitefish hollow
in Yosemite deep woods a deathly silence
the last good men get lost there
language becomes one
outside: baby population catastrophe
enumerous gargantuan
false manipulative bicameral deification
Marseilles - a grotesque aerie
Vocaloid catydids
collect fibrics and descoupage
dwarf star becomes quasar at God's
touch
stone lizard
with full body leather affront
masquerade
Canary Islands rock formations
orion Olympic miasma
obstinate gyroscopes loose letters
nonexistential malice magnum
gargantuan relissimo coagulates sap
succubi incoherencia
gaze upon
penitente --
Hypocratic oath binds logic.
curvo nuance rebontiente
tabula rasa
magerium malice inconceivable
delerium inchable-
magisterial lewd wee -
messiah messenger automation
begins to end
subversive neuralgia front.
Asia does not sink into death
From Presidential pronouncements.
Controduction isolation
mechanism salvageable
in trancium titanium never soften
devastating dethronement
- a nombretia fin -
shed skin, regurgitatute last meal
seal the tomb cavern from the inside
and wait
burn bitter brandy and wine
the pain throbs for decades
constance gigantis
realizada magnifique
Judean embarazada
hypocrite hematoma unreal
judgment of the prince crowned in hell
justice deportivo, reigns unbound
aggrigious harm departs
only through force
air
stone
wood
fire
metal
glass
water
ice
cloud
fog
steam
soil
loam
peat
}die by complicationism
Octavius brought global law
and the Venus statue
lacks her right arm
from below the elbow down{
Venus D'Milo humbles Raphael,
Mars voltage burns the ram's head.
- The interim heir dies well
but deep fisticuffs won't save the new king. -
Minority government is a trifecta,
The Triumvirate perserveres.
Erasmus hyacanthus
Trismagentium
Fiere uno doloriste
oro
rebozo -- non -- Lorenzo
~~~
Megafaun exsanguination
spotted from glorious salvation
sera innocentia minimus
obligante recuerdo
corpus medusa
chiaro oscuro.
I am free and clean here
and seeing pentacle tine.
faun and bullyard
single entity
]e-pocalyptic caper lowers
the juggernaut complex
dock the change perambulator
puscina fraulein
machined by India
two days advancerie
legionnaire omni agitantes
- politzia
Uucyc moved to France
eating chocolate banana mellow fish
Yellowstone River cold morning brightened
Crow Station squares over Whitefish hollow
in Yosemite deep woods a deathly silence
the last good men get lost there
language becomes one
outside: baby population catastrophe
enumerous gargantuan
false manipulative bicameral deification
Marseilles - a grotesque aerie
Vocaloid catydids
collect fibrics and descoupage
dwarf star becomes quasar at God's
touch
stone lizard
with full body leather affront
masquerade
Canary Islands rock formations
orion Olympic miasma
obstinate gyroscopes loose letters
nonexistential malice magnum
gargantuan relissimo coagulates sap
succubi incoherencia
gaze upon
penitente --
Hypocratic oath binds logic.
curvo nuance rebontiente
tabula rasa
magerium malice inconceivable
delerium inchable-
magisterial lewd wee -
messiah messenger automation
begins to end
subversive neuralgia front.
Asia does not sink into death
From Presidential pronouncements.
Controduction isolation
mechanism salvageable
in trancium titanium never soften
devastating dethronement
- a nombretia fin -
shed skin, regurgitatute last meal
seal the tomb cavern from the inside
and wait
burn bitter brandy and wine
the pain throbs for decades
constance gigantis
realizada magnifique
Judean embarazada
hypocrite hematoma unreal
judgment of the prince crowned in hell
justice deportivo, reigns unbound
aggrigious harm departs
only through force
air
stone
wood
fire
metal
glass
water
ice
cloud
fog
steam
soil
loam
peat
}die by complicationism
Octavius brought global law
and the Venus statue
lacks her right arm
from below the elbow down{
Venus D'Milo humbles Raphael,
Mars voltage burns the ram's head.
- The interim heir dies well
but deep fisticuffs won't save the new king. -
Minority government is a trifecta,
The Triumvirate perserveres.
Erasmus hyacanthus
Trismagentium
Fiere uno doloriste
oro
rebozo -- non -- Lorenzo
~~~
Megafaun exsanguination
spotted from glorious salvation
sera innocentia minimus
obligante recuerdo
corpus medusa
chiaro oscuro.
I am free and clean here
and seeing pentacle tine.
Open Range
In the West Texas town where William (Billie the Kidd) Bonham was buried, sidewinders sometimes make their way out into the road. There's almost no sand there, but they find a way to stay alive regardless. Once one of the snakes has been killed it's quite a difficult task to skin them. The effort is well worth it, however, as their skins make great headbands. All one has to do is salt them and hang them out to dry. The meat left afterward is tough, but very tasty. It is especially delicious when roasted over an open camp fire before a thunderstorm. (Even the grave is marked incorrectly.)
Thoughts of this Lead to Higher Awareness
I wrote a characterization of Xheesos as a young man. I portrayed him as an everyday character, a purveyor of family produced goods. Having grown to adulthood since that portrayal I considered the messiah, the life of a man not the least bit imaginary and very alive, a son of God. Intense pain, and the fear it produces in normal men, makes the awareness of a messianic complex intensely real. There are just too many angles to go into in a discussion of this. The savior as a judge and a highly successful member of Judaean hiearchy also rings throughout. That avenue of creative exploration is forever ended.
--
If one thought Jobas shouldered all of the burden of condemnation involved with the place of skulls, then a few details may have been missed. The caterer for that supper lied about the pork, calling the cuts very thin T-bones, and claimed it had been fresh slaughtered. It has been conjectured that the sharpest of knives was indeed used, but the meat came from a swine, and a full day in the hot sun earlier than met the eye. Such a food supplier already could not find one thread of God's long robes within sight or hearing or touch, and only the smell of hemp dried on the stalk when the glorious shade over the garden lifted away reached his darned nose. Hollow echoes of the cosmos crashed down upon ears deaf from stoned, something people confused with a good thing. How anyone ever took the concept "stoned" and decided it was good will never be understood. The People know that hazy twisting of simple positive and negative terms will always be detrimental in the long run. All that aside, thankfully nobody got sick from the pork. The meat man was a bum for what he pulled off, the worst sort, the sort that dickers about endlessly. The good folk didn't need to worry about it though. They just had to use a couple of matches and some extra paper, which was bad enough.
--
A very eventful family dinner: All of the most important people were there. They got all the attention. Real family members were wisely not crammed into the corners of the commemorative painting made of the occasion. The important people were Xheesos students and friends, and even educated him in some ways. Their names will never be forgotten. Relatives hovered and sat feet-tucked where they caused only limited space issues. Time bent its knee at the event. One warrior singer drank too much that night, and became something of an embassment, but he didn't t-t on the table. One of Old Joe's favorite rugs suffered from the incontinence of the rallying cheftain's over indulgence, and would have taken mildew if the crier hadn't cleaned it up very well. Luck, which the chieftain did not believe in, as usual snuck up behind him and kicked his petunia over. While Ma bravely plumbed the depths of lamentations and filled the red sea with the salinity of grief, this guy turned up right in front of Old Joe's face trying to get white powder (drying and deordorizing) out of the rug. Yosef, as elder's called him, had already called death down around him with the fury of father who has seen fatal injustice done his son. Just his eyes burning on the back of Yeshue's head seared the man's soul. Zeke saw it, which was not the least bit unheard of since Zeke had been known to have healed from certain blindness during Xheesos teachings tour. Isaac perceived it. Isaac was all the way blind, and what he witnessed scared him. The whole family found out about it later. It was a big relief when Xheesos woke up three days later, because it meant Yeshue wouldn't writhe on the end of a shishkabob for all eternity for tinkling on a rug. There was a lot going on right then. Old Joe didn't even get a scrape on his knuckles. All High God became angry, and that's something to fear. Just knowing it exists is bad enough. Knowing when and why it exists prompts immediate attempts at explanations. The sooner God, who already knows everything to begin with, can be filled in on the details from a nervous soul the sooner He can point out the explanation is some sort of confession, bracing, whether or not the individual meant for it to be so.
--
If one thought Jobas shouldered all of the burden of condemnation involved with the place of skulls, then a few details may have been missed. The caterer for that supper lied about the pork, calling the cuts very thin T-bones, and claimed it had been fresh slaughtered. It has been conjectured that the sharpest of knives was indeed used, but the meat came from a swine, and a full day in the hot sun earlier than met the eye. Such a food supplier already could not find one thread of God's long robes within sight or hearing or touch, and only the smell of hemp dried on the stalk when the glorious shade over the garden lifted away reached his darned nose. Hollow echoes of the cosmos crashed down upon ears deaf from stoned, something people confused with a good thing. How anyone ever took the concept "stoned" and decided it was good will never be understood. The People know that hazy twisting of simple positive and negative terms will always be detrimental in the long run. All that aside, thankfully nobody got sick from the pork. The meat man was a bum for what he pulled off, the worst sort, the sort that dickers about endlessly. The good folk didn't need to worry about it though. They just had to use a couple of matches and some extra paper, which was bad enough.
--
A very eventful family dinner: All of the most important people were there. They got all the attention. Real family members were wisely not crammed into the corners of the commemorative painting made of the occasion. The important people were Xheesos students and friends, and even educated him in some ways. Their names will never be forgotten. Relatives hovered and sat feet-tucked where they caused only limited space issues. Time bent its knee at the event. One warrior singer drank too much that night, and became something of an embassment, but he didn't t-t on the table. One of Old Joe's favorite rugs suffered from the incontinence of the rallying cheftain's over indulgence, and would have taken mildew if the crier hadn't cleaned it up very well. Luck, which the chieftain did not believe in, as usual snuck up behind him and kicked his petunia over. While Ma bravely plumbed the depths of lamentations and filled the red sea with the salinity of grief, this guy turned up right in front of Old Joe's face trying to get white powder (drying and deordorizing) out of the rug. Yosef, as elder's called him, had already called death down around him with the fury of father who has seen fatal injustice done his son. Just his eyes burning on the back of Yeshue's head seared the man's soul. Zeke saw it, which was not the least bit unheard of since Zeke had been known to have healed from certain blindness during Xheesos teachings tour. Isaac perceived it. Isaac was all the way blind, and what he witnessed scared him. The whole family found out about it later. It was a big relief when Xheesos woke up three days later, because it meant Yeshue wouldn't writhe on the end of a shishkabob for all eternity for tinkling on a rug. There was a lot going on right then. Old Joe didn't even get a scrape on his knuckles. All High God became angry, and that's something to fear. Just knowing it exists is bad enough. Knowing when and why it exists prompts immediate attempts at explanations. The sooner God, who already knows everything to begin with, can be filled in on the details from a nervous soul the sooner He can point out the explanation is some sort of confession, bracing, whether or not the individual meant for it to be so.
Puccini: E Lucevan Le Stelle
The Philips Minigroove 45 of the Puccini opera performance by G. Giacosa (1858-1924) of air Cavaradossi from "Tosca," Act 3, and Boito's Ponchielli performance of Cielo e Mar (Enzo's romance from "La Giaconda," Act 2) brings to life the recording Enrique Caruso made the most recorded ever after it was first ported to vinyl in 1900. This gem of the Philips Minigroove collection also transports Sterbini's performance of Se il mio nome, canzone from "Il barbiere di Siviglia," Act 1, to the realm of the glorious. The recording featured the orchestra of the "Teatro di San Carlo di Napoli" conducted by Arturo Basile and Ugo Rapalo. The two tenors involved were Antonio Gallie and Petre Munteanu. Having heard the original Caruso, from John Samuel Day's private collection, your author can easily state that this recording also merits very high praise. It was conditioned by Francesco Molinari-Pradelli.
The Dreaded Phan Cat
Chiara Bautista meets Sean Kirby
"I miss that painting so much..."
-
The roses left the garden hoes unbroken.
Too many words unspoken
Never; and left again.
Your blooms will return,
Though the pruning hand has gone,
The sun still burns.
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Prince Water's Gun
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