Top: A Syrian rebel uses a videogame controller to activate the machine gun of Sham 2, a homemade armored vehicle made by the rebels’ Al-Ansar brigade, in Bishqatin, 4 km west of Aleppo, on December 8, 2012. (Herve Bar/AFP/Getty Images)
Middle: A Syrian rebel walks past Sham 2, a homemade armored vehicle, in Bishqatin, Syria, on December 8, 2012. From a distance it looks rather like a big rusty metal box but closer inspection reveals a homemade armored vehicle waiting to be deployed. Sham II, named after ancient Syria, is built from the chassis of a car and touted by rebels as “100 percent made in Syria.” (Herve Bar/AFP/Getty Images)
Bottom: Free Syrian Army fighters use the electronic compass of a smartphone to help them aim a locally made anti-aircraft weapon near the Menagh military airport in Aleppo’s countryside, on February 17, 2013. (Reuters/Mahmoud Hassano)
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Out of nowhere I had an epiphany of intense sorrow. The feeling of unresolvable anxiety. Deep undesire and a conclusion of utter helplessness. Exaggerated, but the truth in meaning of an existential distraught. I became encumbered with the realization of depression. This is who I am. And this is the feeling I have now
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The band clears vast sonic terrain, creating billowing melodies that sweep across a song with reverberating vocals and guitars that bellow and chime, ringing out in long, sustained notes. There’s a grandness of intent that connects Guards to groups as varied as U2, Arcade Fire and Smile-era Beach Boys. Guards isn’t up to the level of those acts in terms of songcraft yet — words are employed primarily as additional sound effects rather than vehicles for any sort of complex thought.
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Raymond QUENEAU. Chiendent, 1933
There was a man who was allergic to apples.
He was always told by his parents never to go near them.
He was in love with a girl.
Then one day he stumbled upon a basket in bad shape, with a few of it’s seams that looked to be broken and missing. He recognized this basket to belonging to the young girl.
He sought to return the missing basket to the girl.
He returned this basket to the young girl and for a reward she gave him an apple. This he took,
not mentioning his allergy in order to be polite.
He did not want to reject the girl so he did not want to reject the apple.
He never told her how he felt about her.
He felt sick with his feelings.
He became so sick as to how he felt,
He decided to consume the apple.
He ate the apple.
And he died.