huh, re-captcha's

virtuoso

excellent pics and video of the adromeda galaxy  colliding  with the milky way

4 billion years in the future and the expanding sun has already fried the earth at this point!

russian prison

donna summers

The Tempest Act 4, scene 1

Prospero:

Our revels now are ended.

These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind.

We are such stuff

As dreams are made on; and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.

microraptor