Holmes Urgings

Random drawing for a short story idea i liked... Police procedural meets paranormal in a sense? Idk just ranting now lol

Futuristic spacecraft thruster would use 100 million times less fuel than a conventional rocket

Hall thrusters are advanced electric rocket engines primarily used for station-keeping and attitude control of geosynchronous communication satellites and space probes. Recently, the launch of two satellites based on an all-electric bus has marked the debut of a new era – one in which Hall thrusters could be used not just to adjust orbits, but to power the voyage as well. Consuming 100 million times less propellant or fuels than conventional chemical rockets, a Hall thruster is an attractive candidate for exploring Mars, asteroids and the edge of the solar system.

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Ref: Optimization of a wall-less Hall thruster. Applied Physics Letters (27 October 2015) |DOI: 10.1063/1.4932196

I'm to old for this shit...

Throwing away petty lies and moods

Thoughts and truths evident in the mind's eye

An eye weak with blindness to facts and hiding tresspasses

I taught myself to hate those who fuck me over...

Yet my nature isn't one of rejection

"You can't force me to change,"

Yet you changed so much

You changed into what you hated

Inception, I WILL make you better...

I will burn and rip and tear your constructions

Reject and gut apart your defences

I will make you see judgement and all it's nails digging into your soul

I will leave you?

Yes and no

I'm not one to cast others aside

I will let you make it up too me

I will wait and give you a reward of my trust and love

I will not force you to change

But if you care about me enough to make this contract

Then you will change into a better person

And only a better person can have me...

AD Justin Morrison from the Portland Mercury asked me to do a cover and some spot illustrations of people making out for their Valentine’s Day issue, and then gave me complete creative freedom! It was a fantastically fun assignment—thanks so much, Justin!

A few years ago, before the troubles, before the pointing and bickering, and long before I was the always shifting fragmented images you all like to believe you know... Long before all of that mess I happened to be laying on a small couch. I was in the daggy, cold, and yet cozy basement of an dorm in San Fran, where a photo was taken of me as I laid. I wouldn't had thought that I'd be noticed, franky I've forgotten that at my heart I'm "antisocial". I've grow to reconize how much I where my heart on my sleeve that the memory of such instances seem to take on a new form. I have never been one to be upfront, I dont know how to be and I'm too afraid to do so. I grew up in conditions that forced me to be that way, to mumble when I want to scream, to smile when crying is all I can bare, to help when I want to die, to survive even when doing so brings only more pain to me. The darkness inside of me, that antisocial divide within, that was my soul, the part of me I locked away as I lead a life to blend and "socialize" with people even when I haven't the slightest go-damn clue how to do so... I come off as intense, overly serious, angry, dramatic, stupid, whatever that the title of the day happens to be... Yet, I'm only acting how I dreamt I'd be. I am the man I dreamt to be, but sadly reality doesn't sit well with my childhood dreams, for the friends, the adventures, and even the affections I've wanted to experierence all came with many burns and scars. To the youth in me, my idea of good future for myself was someone who wasn't on the corner smoking crack and who would always try to be with his friends to the very end, and that maybe if I was caring and strong enough I'd reach the point where people would come to respect that, and I'd be able to make friends who wouldnt use me, or hurt me, or make fun of me. I never had the pleasure of being alone, I was always alone. Talking to myself, talking to things I could never be sure were there, talking and dreaming and thinking of the things and people I'd become involved with my future. In school I was weird, akward, ugly, a mutt, a retard, a fag, so many words and abusive actions where used against me even before I could understand them. I was the pasting fancy, I'd have friends for maybe two weeks at most, the new kids who'd quickly realize my status and leave me. Yet, when I think of these times I realize how much I didn't mind, things were always better. I was always getting stronger, and in a way I am... You see this picture means so much to me because this was where my life changed, and I started to gain what I've become now, I'm still antisocial, a freak, ans a oddity sure... but at least I'm more human then the programed robots I meet now... So I guess what I'm trying to say is that everyone has a snapshot, maybe a self pic, or a family photo, or maybe a picture from someone you grew to love... No matter what always be willing to keep going, to always want the best for others, and to always be willing to forgive- breathing the winds of creation and peace from the torrent of both flaming hate and chilling watery love...

Evasive

We often joke about such things like you and I, how we are and how we love brings subtle tension, like slow nudgings of unrest in our souls. I smile as I mask my truths in hyperbole and faux romantic cheese. What are we? Nothing? You speak warnings, pushing away but I feel that it is only in fear. Your warning nobody but yourself... Why can't you answer the question, "what are we?" I could compare us to Orpheus and Eurydice, compare myself to a stone and you the water, maybe I could compare you to a butterfly and I the watcher... No matter the form your nature define our reactions, I can't have you for you flee when in the face of the serious, when I leave to follow my passions, you creep upon my sides watching and wondering... In a way I guess it'll never matter the question, the answer holds no meaning while you reject me.

Yeah... I'm gonna go for this on Halloween... Thanks to Mika for this stunning picture

CS Lewis: To love at all (x)

Hollllllllly sh t, not crap, sh t... I give up on life

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