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Small mall album I started, will probably add more to it. These are from the Century III mall in Pennsylvania? I think.
http://imgur.com/a/iSNAc Popped up on recommended videos on youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oe_zzTQFV3o the circular floor in the big room is really cool. Popped up on recommended videos on youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oe_zzTQFV3o the circular floor in the big room is really cool. I actually was in Hamburg last April. It was a great place for inspiration, especially in the Speicherstadt.
https://scontent-arn2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/12924519_1993862860838408_4420453250580896374_n.jpg?oh=6c8c65977dd57bf9a0ffec043b6fe5ca&oe=58D6AD61 https://goo.gl/maps/VADvKfyTRR42 You should have drained the canal water, and when the police come to arrest you, spank them with a two-height mixed frontspawn, and a cheeky delayed backspawn.
Rover "Opportunity" for scale.
http://i.imgur.com/nnQzbzc.jpg Strikingly beautiful picture. Is that frost at the bottom of the crater? I'd love to see the same pic without the yellow boxes.
is pan-spermic ooze, inherent in all matter. in the end. we call it bacteria, sometimes.
of the Lechuguila cave featured in BBCs "Blue planet"?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lechuguilla_Cave I want to go there in the near future, but im afraid my claustrophobia puts an end to my plan.. http://i.imgur.com/zNjKQdH.jpg
These three cages, that were used to hold the dismembered remains of opposing religious leaders in the region in 1536, still hang on St. Lambert�s Cathedral in M�nster, Germany. The best part is this: The army of M�nster was defeated in 1535 by the prince-bishop Franz von Waldeck, and John of Leiden was captured. He was found in the cellar of a house, from where he was taken to a dungeon in D�lmen, then brought back to M�nster. On January 22, 1536, along with Bernhard Krechting and Bernhard Knipperdolling, he was tortured and then executed. Each of the three was attached to a pole by an iron spiked collar and his body ripped with red-hot tongs for the space of an hour. After Knipperdolling saw the process of torturing John of Leiden, he attempted to kill himself with the collar, using it to choke himself. After that the executioner tied him to the stake to make it impossible for him to kill himself. After the burning, their tongues were pulled out with tongs before each was killed with a burning dagger thrust through the heart. The bodies were placed in three iron baskets and hung from the steeple of St. Lambert's Church and the remains left to rot. About fifty years later the bones were removed, but the baskets remain. "Best part" hahaha. On 1 March 1757 Damiens the regicide was condemned "to make the amende honorable before the main door of the Church of Paris", where he was to be "taken and conveyed in a cart, wearing nothing but a shirt, holding a torch of burning wax weighing two pounds"; then, "in the said cart, to the Place de Gr�ve, where, on a scaffold that will be erected there, the flesh will be torn from his breasts, arms, thighs and claves with red-hot pincers, his right hand, holding the knife with which he committed the said parricide, burnt with sulphur, and, on those places where the flesh will be torn away, poured molten lead, boiling oil, burning resin, wax and sulphur melted together and then his body drawn and quartered by four horses and his limbs and body consumed by fire, reduced to ashes and his ashes thrown to the winds" (Pi�ces originales..., 372-4).
"Finally, he was quartered," recounts the Gazette d'Amsterdam of 1 April 1757. "This last operation was very long, because the horses used were not accustomed to drawing; consequently, instead of four, six were needed; and when that did not suffice, they were forced, in order to cut off the wretch's thighs, to sever the sinews and hack at the joints... "It is said that, though he was always a great swearer, no blashemy escaped his lips; but the excessive pain made him utter horrible cries, and he often repeated: 'My God, have pity on me! Jesus, help me!' The spectators were all edified by the solicitude of the parish priest of St Paul's who despite his great age did not spare himself in offering consolation to the patient." Bouton, an officer of the watch, left us his account: "The sulphur was lit, but the flame was so poor that only the top skin of the hand was burnt, and that only slightly. Then the executioner, his sleeves rolled up, took the steel pincers, which had been especially made for the occasion, and which were about a foot and a half long, and pulled first at the calf of the right leg, then at the thigh, and from there at the two fleshy parts of the right arm; then at the breasts. Though a strong, sturdy fellow, this executioner found it so difficult to tear away the pieces of flesh that he set about the same spot two or three times, twisting the pincers as he did so, and what he took away formed at each part a wound about the size of a six-pound crown piece. "After these tearings with the pincers, Damiens, who cried out profusely, though without swearing, raised his head and looked at himself; the same executioner dipped an iron spoon in the pot containing the boiling potion, which he poured liberally over each wound. Then the ropes that were to be harnessed to the horses were attached with cords to the patient's body; the horses were then harnessed and placed alongside the arms and legs, one at each limb. "Monsieur Le Breton, the clerk of the court, went up to the patient several times and asked him if he had anything to say. He said he had not; at each torment, he cried out, as the damned in hell are supposed to cry out, 'Pardon, my God! Pardon, my Lord.' Despite all this pain, he raised his head from time to time and looked at himself boldly. The cords had been tied so tightly by the men who pulled the ends that they caused him indescribable pain. Monsieur le [sic] Breton went up to him again and asked him if he had anything to say; he said no. Several confessors went up to him and spoke to him at length; he willingly kissed the crucifix that was held out to him; he opened his lips and repeated: 'Pardon, Lord.' "The horses tugged hard, each pulling straight on a limb, each horse held by an executioner. After a quarter of an hour, the same ceremony was repeated and finally, after several attempts, the direction of the horses had to be changed, thus: those at the arms were made to pull towards the head, those at the thighs towards the arms, which broke the arms at the joints. This was repeated several times without success. He raised his head and looked at himself. Two more horses had to be added to those harnessed to the thighs, which made six horses in all. Without success.
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