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One Fifth of World's Population Can't See Milky Way At Night
An anonymous reader writes with this excerpt from Cosmos Magazine: "Light pollution has caused one-fifth of the world's population — mostly in Europe, Britain and the US — to lose their ability to see the Milky Way in the night sky.
'The arc of the Milky Way seen from a truly dark location is part of our planet's natural heritage,' said Connie Walker, and astronomer from the US National Optical Astronomy Observatory in Tucson, Arizona.
Yet 'more than one fifth of the world population, two thirds of the US population and one half of the European Union population have already lost naked eye visibility of the Milky Way.'"
It was a warm summer evening when she left for the airport. He was sad to see her go but some bachelor time could probably do him some good. He was so into her that he had a hard time saying goodbye. She was such a nice girl. Well she could be a nice girl. She treated him ok but she certainly had ulterior motives behind her plan. Or so he thought. He suspected that things were not on the up and up but what was he to do. He loved her. He loved every bit of her. From her flowing hair and georgous eyes to her supple feminine features that turned him on so. She always said she loved him but was never quite sure in her actions. They remained together either out of co-dependency or what was actually true love behind a veil of dependency and irrelevancy.
He always thought he was saving her from herself and a life of mediocrity. He was wrong. He thought he was so much more than what he was. He wanted to be a great man but wasn't sure how to get there. Nothing an education in hard knocks can't fix. And so began his dwindling into the loathsome vortex of self-pity and destruction of potential. As though it was death he truly wanted. As though she was just the abuse that would allow him to feel as dead as he could feel. Was it fear that kept him alive? Or maybe that rationale of self preservation and anti-defeatism that cluttered his subconscious.
After she was away for a few hours, he thought about doing it, but was unsure for some reason. He decided to go have some beer with his roomates instead. A short while later she appeared in the doorway and was back. "What are you doing here?" he said. "The plane is delayed until tomorrow at 6 am." He pondered this over his beer and invited her to sit down with them and imbibe some frosted rye for the evening. After a few drinks she was tired and wanted to go to bed. He took her into their room and laid with her for a while. He wanted to be with her that night because he knew she would be gone for 2 weeks. She accepted the offer and he pleased her for some time before they both fell asleep. It was long and enduring but not the same as when they both would take the ride and he deliver hours of hardened pleasure to her. He never knew how but he would hold that high note for so many hours when the white knight appeared.
6 AM and the shuttle arrived. He was sad to see her go but knew she'd be back in a few weeks. He went for coffee down the street and a little breakfast. Knowing she was gone for sure this time sent the urge right up into his head. He couldn't wait anymore. It was killing him in a way this desire handles no man gently. Unable to walk from his need for the response, as the receptors were screaming to him for that special shape that releases all the wonders of the mind. He hadn't had this batch before but knew it was good. As he melted his lust and drew it into its temporary home his hands started to shake wildly. He had to walk away for a while to relax before the moment.
As the eye penetrated the main and the devil released his wrath, the collapse began. He felt the cold mourning of a lonesome vein lose its caress on life. Nothingness was what he felt. Slowly it creeped and he knew he missed in delivery of his love of pain. It became so strong he knew that would have meant dissolution. That would have been the one that delivered him to his final destination. His one way street to paradise. Someone smiled on him that day, a smile that turned to a laugh...... a dark and hateful cackle that tested his own perception of what is real. The guffaw of his own dark masters removal of all light that is the flame of his acumen.
That evening after he had come down a bit he realized how strong that was. It was incredible. What was that stuff? It wasn't anything like he had before. He wasnt't sure he should try it again because the effect was so strong he worried about making it through another rise. Whisky was the cure for now. He found a 1.75 litre bottle
then I ever imagined
What? What did you ever imagine? The suspense is killing me.
Sorry, I just hate when people confuse than and then. I don't know why it happens. I suppose it has probably been going on for at least a few decades but I just didn't notice because I mostly spoke to people rather than typed - but now everyone and his dog is posting online so the failings of English teachers the world over are becoming apparent.
It was a very cool post apart from that :/
which is totally what she said
You're not really helping disprove the whole "gay people in the navy" thing with that kinda sappy stuff...