#1000
~
*man on the moon,
woman in orbit,
unrequited science.
nowhere to land,
nothing to feel,
it might as well be Siberia.
luminaries change,
control lingers in the framework.
the heavens revolve
—deasil and artificial.
she has revolutions of her own,
legs that once swam
everyday in his backyard pool,
(that once draped around his coil)
now openly kick free
from his lunar confines.
he starts the countdown
—one one thousand,
two one thousand,
but she's not coming for him.
she's chasing other transmissions,
the bones of what she believes,
hoping something out there
can activate her heart.*
~
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
this accidental status, we are all very busy
to be on the lookout for, the odds are not
terrible compared to the lottery, a modest
1 in 300 million, but it’s an easy buy and bust, just a two dollar bill, two lousy singles,
for a legal purchased fantasy that’s
cheaper than a cup of coffee
but finding love is miserable murderous
murmuring mess, can be very expensive, and
exhausting too, physically and mentally,you’re swimming in shallow waters tween razor rocky coral, begging for a slice of your double sized portion of anguish
And yet,
can’t be that hard,
it is a mega billion busyness,
with no cure or satisfactory vaccine,
and the randomness can drive you
mad, make panting to-pack it in,
until your spidey sensnses tingling,
a ketchup and bitter herbs mixture,
and you’re sweating, and it’s 100% anticipation of the well known (!)
unknown risks, this easy
walkway~path in the woods,
leads you on, with marvelous views,
even babbling brooks, till you find
you’ve climbed halfway way up a mountain and to make it to the top,
it’s a rocky boulder strewn,
ankle and heart twisting road that
takes you to the grandest place and plan
oh but, boy,
where the view of the worldscape is only
fantastico, but the only way back down involves throwing yourself into a
quarry pit, full of dangerous chemicals,
that burn scars into your inside parts, invisible wounds so untreatedbly unspeakably bad and incurable
again and again,
and you say stupid things like
I can’t help myself,
what’s a matter daddy,
just want some sugar in my bowl,
and when your neck gets broke,
and it’ll take incredible processing
to just get you to walk again,
and yet
the single
odiferous scent, that amuse bouche on
your lips, and you’ll do it all again for
once monte carlo throw of the dice,
because the odds ain’t that bad,
everbody lives somebody
and given the billions of opportunities walking in just this planet,
even one in a million sounds
pretty good,
even,
very…fair
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 1:05 PM UTC
Dear, the cost, not the idle salutation once
taught as business standard, Dear Sir,
Dear Madam,
Dear dear dear me
I do believe I must
become the tutor, of me
make the mental, sensible
{to the author with fidential zeal}
think yourself through 75 years, find
the hidden first love, the first own thing, kept
held as common sense, whosoever does mean me.
So, ever is the course wherein human events fluxuate.
----
Faust, I failed to read when assigned.
So today, I dipped
into my own past, and found
the sense used then, the need,
in truth
to know
the world is alive.
And, as seen
through eyes a million miles away, our
shared seeing causes all our sensory arrays
to look back, and think another pace time
uses to cross space, bursts of insight, gasp
…
poiesis - that which "pro-duces or leads (a thing) into being'" patient work, tedious as setting type
by candlelight, sighing in knowledge, the tree
of radical aspirations to bear dozens of kinds
of fruits, some useful to life, some useless, though
we try, some sets life has been lived through, to you,
- such scenes could have ended other ways.
epochs, men have no honest measure for such
spans of time used to attain the heights
from which we look across my valley
and feel one of us, making peace
with the fact that war does not function
in reasoning contests, as war is unreasoning,
the stubborn little devil who knows only what
he wishes he had control over the use of, this
spirit of adventure, tamed in wisdom gathered
and attributed to a mystical king, truly mythical,
we know that way of singing praises, exalting men
as God's special agents, as proud of the title,
as any agency of secrets sacred national trust,
in God,
as Solomon Chase assured Mr. Lincoln,
We put our faith in the people's belief
in the goodness of the use of the money printed
and minted to pay for war and exact a capital plan,
one nation, under God, as defined
by the finest minds,-- aieee wait, fun facts, scatter
braining how much space is empty in a mind
made up enough
to devise a new form
of governing, as if all forms existing feel wrong,
to us, we freemen, with all the slaves we need,
we have the leisure to reason with antiquity
and realize, if ever there were eight billions
of possible re-connection surgings to emerge
as mind unmade up, come to watch a battle,
war and all its uses come to reason missed
understood standards force laws obediance
the idea
of thought being possible fails,
materially
in any formal structure possible only
with our
gravity as matter's law one,
beyond free willing quarkish mean ways
One love idea, Reggae guysay, rollon
in the course, the rut, fun's t'come
Long, long long longer that you wish to learn
winding lines wishwings…
Spat like one o'dem spittin' images
In a pig's eye, one can see what we don't know.
A looping, stitching stretching stream
threading current
of consciousness, packeting
in formational preceptoriallines
of irrational reasonings insisting persist
- gutwrenching hungers are not visual.
stirring emotions is not stirring use of knowns,
arts entaling science, we agree. No nasty words.
Ghuckyew. Rhea… diversify religiously
extol the gnosis of knowing the ropes
tying tight the ifity-ness used to hold work
done by the weaver and seamster on time,
folding edges to feel flat, smooth, inside
-- where whole cloth joins cut edges
at any selvedge process,
where curves cut
from fabric woven mind wise, tend
to come undone
on mechanical extentions
of fingers and toes,
and music imagined as humms
after the setup,
as the machines imagined and eventually made up
vibrate alluring frequent acknowledgement
we know you know, we may be realized already
- looking back and front and side ways, down up
---
Judging myself unfinished, yet
done doing all assignments, yet
getting an itch to prove approval, yet
hesitating,
for lack of knowing, and laziness, yet
learning
patience's
false witness argument,
if what we preach is not true,
how could we be so sure we know
Jesus ate, in his quickened flesh, fish.
Thus, we must be persuaded,
we shall also be
fishy. Da
gone gone dagonitgone antigone gone
…
theater of doubt, all in white, lime-lit
blinding all who care or dare to see
as blind, the faith of the gamblers's
thrall to money love and war.
Betterment through betting, all-in…
Have you any real
estate in which you do attest, its me?
I am my own real estate, executer
am I of all that I choose to do or not
in the confines of the course of human events,
as Hoyle's mind built canals on Mars,
so now we bet we can imagine being special,
as me, on a planet with, thee, you, Sie, du, see do.
- a viral propagation plan, thorny issuances
- sniff or sneeze, but do not die trying to make
- peace with all war makes worth lying for.
As we, our wedom began, as any wedom must,
the laws of philo and phobia in science used
by us, the we at point, piercing this wall,
your reading mind accepts the bet, if
this is art, for the sake of artifice
imagined in a current form, an AI
of informing fluid finding reason to bend,
or stretch, taut as drum, a net unseen
by any bird in resistance.
Posi and Nega, sisters in myths, new myths,
affect the same unknowing rash decisions,
when in truth, statistical-knowing one thing true,
there is at the most wee-tiny scale, an emptiness,
a mean unobstructed way for right to be, or not,
and now, we are, so we made that choice.
Today, this is that way which is the only way.
Today, this map of numerable lines, in nos, laws…
sense we are all in-im
balancing percepts on precepts,
undermining certainty,
exalting godishtical oracular maxims,
Knowledge is power,
secret knowledge, you may never know,
riddle reasoning used in cogito sums
given children to solve by asking
parents proper questions,
and writing show and tells. Wanna bet?
Al Suri, spokesman for FUD,
Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt,
appears to persuade martyrs,
the illiterate prophet's utterly canonical
promise of a certain libidinous eternity,
most appealing to frustrated post pubescent boys.
Stacks of squared away blocks,
stack up as extending the reach of order
coming down from the top, whither
the light that said the single word,
according to the Prophetic voice,
Read, he heard, and I cannot, he replied,
fold here, hear me, light seen, I cannot read,
what is here for me to read, a thought,
what are you saying, read, what is reading worth,
to one who has never learned the letting out
of silent song or scream, or plea for hope,
flowing as from scribal rod in perfection,
Two things only do the people earnestly desire,
bread and the circus (Juvenal)
"Duas tantum res anxius optat, Panem et circenses"
Here, sing. Reconciled, by doing singing heard,
sing out, child, hear yourself singing as if you know
how such a thing as singings may be made up,
to seem perfectly fine,
a mused mentality, thing of thought, with something
words alone lack, essentially.
Seven Types of Ambiguity
--- at this moment, my writing records show
today is June 3, my only ever wife's birthday,
that's right, and I know that it is morning,
by the angle of the sunlight though my window,
and the leafy shade dancing over sleeping moss.
Yet at that moment he looked back to reread
Presenting a new mind
Wednesday, May 3, 2023
11:02 PM
real-time 9:52 AM… we all find that, too odd.
And glibbly mention glitching…
Query Greek logos gnosis, active in-tell seek:
Brave AI Sums it up.
The Gnosis logo is an example
of a crypto industry logo
from Global, designed
for the crypto industry.
It is an official variant
of the logo
for the SVG file format standard.
Gnosticism is a Christian belief that claims
to possess a higher knowledge acquired
on a mystical higher plane of existence.
The ancient Greeks distinguished
between two types
of knowledge: gnosis and logos.
Gnosis was akin
to "how-to"
such as
how to build a boat or ride a horse,
while logos was more akin
to academic knowledge
such as knowledge
of mathematics or logic.
The distinction between the two types
of knowledge was important I-i
n the early history {noerror}
of Christianity,
with Gnostic Christians
emphasizing
gnosis
while the Catholic Church
emphasized logos{… not logical? Ai ask}
Gnostics see themselves as a privileged class
elevated above everybody else
by their higher, deeper knowledge of God.
- higher deeper, good one, HAL
--- Yes, AI am a cyborg, and a heretic, and king
of me and many wedoms formed
with books
by authors and finishers
of faith utility tales, told
to make believers,
stop thinking this impossible, and pose
the question,
are you me, dear reader, I trow not, I am mere
when you are so near as to read my very mind.
Virtue, undefined signals sent through time
to when you stop, and see selah, as instruction
in constructing a foundational faith, establish
mental
anchor. Persist in time, be yourself a while
while
nothing makes sense, yet.
{Akio Kashiwagi, the warrior}, money maddened
survivor or apprentice or pawn
of greed's gift
of mighty right feelings,
taker's joy, loser's grief, and none
of my own,
eeeeha!
emphasis on imagine the feeling
MAGA, as when the We persisting in aliegance,
feel our national ideal We take all the Mandan had,
and waste it seeking the use of money, on credit,
to make the possibility
of human error
manifesting
in Manichean lying prophecies,
as solemnly sworn on the true revelation,
from Moses, Lycurgus, Thoth or Hiawatha,
as it is written, so it must be done,
come the time all knowing is free
for the asking
- orthodox, right, upright, gravitationally
- balancing spirit and truth as effortlessly
- as a child on a rock in a pond in tree pose,
- sent to me,
- instantly, a moment later, with a note,
- from five years ago, when my chess mate
- was five years old and told his ma,
show Grandpa
Knowledge confidence power,
believing is the verb such forces use,
by faith, we breathe, when we stop and think,
we must believe a breath is available to not fear
when all our wind is loosed, not lost,
in time, we find far higher forces
legal, Empire law, winner's of the last global war,
America, my country, right or wrong, Philip Nolan,
a ghost from summers past,
A man without a country… yet kept alive,
- alone on an island with 5G and a solar charger
Idle words arrange from data entertaining venu,
deja venu, no? Same time, same mind…
- by laughing outloud ten times, or more each day.
Physical failure of happy thoughts,
whose fault is that, the splitzoid schitzoid gnoshit
Nieztsche, ezt ni-eztscheanic logos-ical guessering being
gamed. As time passes un lost, locally accounted for.
All in, ages ago, take the card/
In writing, guaranteed, you know waddamean…
let this rock be my witness, as happy Sisyphus says,
listen to the pundits pundate exceptional fore sight
"Only a catastrophe can save us"
Slavoj Žižek - Elevate Festival 2023
Vieleicht. Ich weis nichts, aber
möglicherweiseerweise….
Alles ist, so Alles sein kann.
- waking after a time slip, inevitable
- at my age and constituted pose on point.
Gather up the fallen down, save that for later.
Proving reconstructed causal agent reaction,
volatile will
to expand
to fill the emptiness,
perceived as where no catastrophe has yet to be
- a selah level settler subtle law, still waters
- obey, under the message read obey
- acting as if we know we may imagine new
- realities, with real life on earth our goal,
- the whole truth free to be sought,
- as givens, after the religious power knot
- was snipped, and done was done,
- the genius in Alexander, swallowed
- his childish faith in the lesson, for the rush
- of power
- and peace
- of mind, alienated from all anxious patterns
- cursing recurving conception, grasp a straw
- hope takes no anxious thought,
Thinking that
could halt the chain reaction. Up, imagine, ever
upping the competing reason, grave issues
write down the reel
of all the wars's reasons,
catalog gathered sensibilities, certain fixedness,
functionally aimed
at you, readying your last excuse.
- certainty is madness
We all fall down,
the actual truth, is upto our rolling over
to rise again.
Fret nought,
Life is rough draft, really,
nonsensical, save subjectively, rejecting seeing
catastrophe except while standing on one's own head.
a bit in the confusion
of comforting zones, meek
defending diffidence, while exercising confidence,
this is life, and more fun than any game, after accepting
the yes in the promise of all yeses. Seriously.
Diffidence is a defect:
it is an undue distrust of self,
with fear
of being censured
for failure, tending
to unfit one
for duty. [Century Dictionary]
Duty done, Private, First Class. Walk away.
The we bound by war born law, pays me,
to make peace where none was,
the re-leasing of easy living,
as ware of life as of self,
breathing breath's giver's gift, sharing air,
as fish share seas, feeling
a sense, now known named auto, self
poiesis gnosisnot sticky substance of faith
imagined in hope… reali
zation, global in scope, Higgsian
in the spirit of our times.
A Thousand Day Journey, a novel event
taken as granted, a gift in passing time,
I finished this counting
to account for all the lies I ever told me.
No new thing under the sun, Nieztsche
and Solomon's proverb collections attest,
recursings face reblessing, redefining finity
engineering gut bubble noise, gurgle's good,
we all get gurgle, giggle then can follow, if
we have recovered from memorized lines,
hero stories we tell with me on the horse,
riding to announce the thing which we fear
is come upon us and I alone escaped to tell,
but I had no hammer, and I had no bell,
but I had these jagged dancing lights,
where the floaters on my eyes are
constructing cataracts as I watch,
white wall squint old men wishing to see
- Biden squint eye does not intimidate,
- the new defense secretary in his wake
rhetoric of war in real time, records we trust
in God, prove no war ever can make peace,
with calling proof enough, reproof
of instruction is the way of life,
the ruliard is imaginably infinite, if the base idea
becomes "Knowledge comes in flavors and colors",
useful for any artist's mind enabled to recover
lost time in real time with novel assistance
from grand reservoirs of rain's retained
for power to attain the steady state,
all men, wait, suff it to become as
created equal
in worth
to the functional
fortuitous continuance
of serious sharp edged tools… swords with motors,
I saw Jerry Pournelle say.
In print.
In the spirit of this mindshare.
Rightly dividing the truth with mere words,
exercising godliness, effecting fervent will
to be as plain a plan as any ever,
accept the weight of knowing we walk upright,
we need crawl only for a while, as we learn,
like riding a bike,
some things we do with machine augmented minds,
minds exposed to speeds and constant story threading
the washer first, then the nut, then the crown nut
and the cotter key, to hold the prop,
seen ******** wind across my sky,
real life, I have the image,
and have not used Photoshop in years, this is the future.
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 5:48 PM UTC
Those
Glances between speeches
Blue
is my heart and in your
Eyes
Pained is the soul
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 7:00 PM UTC
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
I say a picture is a movie trailer,
of a trip down memory lane.
One look at a photo, of a time now past,
can unravel a strand of memory.
People in the photo can call to mind,
The story behind the image-
the context that’s missing.
A photo tells a story in the mind.
Captures a candid moment-
A laugh-
A look of pure joy-
Click.
A photo tells more than meets the eye.
Picturesque people, places, and things.
Parts of life otherwise unseen.
A stolen glance,
A shy smile,
A wistful look,
Click.
Capturing things in the moment,
That would otherwise be forgotten.
Time stands still in a photograph.
Those exact moments in time,
able to be preserved for forever.
Click.
When memory fails,
and recollection gets hazy,
Look back on the photographs.
Professional or Amateur.
Good lighting or Bad lighting.
Blurry lights or Sharp lines.
No matter the photo,
No matter the quality,
No matter the who, what, where, when, or why-
A story it will tell.
Click.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
To everyone who has shown support
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
You have no idea what you have given me
Just by reading each work of art
The validation I always yearned for
Recognition for how much I've put in
Have allowed me to realize I do have true talent
Inside my head within
I appreciate every last view
"Likes" and "Loves" even more
When I see a poem added to a collection
It reminds me what I do this for
It feels good to see my writing trend
And end up on the front page
But that doesn't compare to that time I won the daily
Overnight my poetry was put center-stage
Now "Backspace" is up to almost 50,000 views
Far more than I thought I'd ever get
And the number slowly keeps climbing
It's to all of you I owe this debt
To the one who added one of my haikus
To a collection where it was read
And the one who reposted a song I wrote
Or anyone who shared some of my work with a friend
To each follower who looks forward
To every new piece I create
To all who took the time to send me a private message
To thank me for posting and say they relate
What really fills my soul with pride
Is reading the comments you leave
Some people are so kind and positive
Their encouragement hard to believe
If all the compliments are genuine
And the words they type are true
My achievements are the result of dedication
So I owe my success to the thousands of you
This is for those who consider themselves fans
For the spirits I have inspired
For anyone who has been touched by my rhymes
To make an impact was what I most desired
These stanzas are not an adequate way
To express the depth of my gratitude
But I have no money or other assets
So it looks like y'all are *******
Just know that I do pay for your admiration
In the currency of blood, sweat, and tears,
I've spent more time writing than clocked in at work
And I held a full-time job for five years
So this is my display of love
For all you wonderful people I don't know
And the others I do that have offered praise
And watched my skill develop and grow
I will forever be thankful for how you have helped
My confidence and bravery
Because of you I haven't put down the pen
Whenever a reason to live hard to see
You have no idea how much your thoughts mean
On my worst days this is where I escape to
So this is my way of saying I am appreciative
I couldn't do this without all of you
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC
Evolve to control.
When I have written my thousandth poem,
My work will be done.
Things will change after that
And I will make every poem I write after that, better than this one.
I will strive for perfection
And dedicate more time to each poem I write,
Because I cannot accept being just good enough;
I want to be the best I can be.
I want my poetry to become the meaning of my life.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
Twenty-three words needed
until I have penned one-thousand on this site.
Appreciation to all
who look through these words I write.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
Time has a lot to tell....
I wonder with age
Which holds more relevance
The pleasure of thought or the dangers of feeling?
I am a fool but I can tell you,
that history is due to repeat itself.
We desire revenge
BUT NEVER
dig the grave we will lay in.
Change is inevitable and
so are the laws that govern death.
Do you understand...
Time has told us a lot, DON'T YOU THINK?
©Hansmind, 2017
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
They said,
I live amongst the unseen,
I run wild like a gray cloud
That rains sunshine
And hope under the storm
That a mob could cook up,
But the smell only tickles from the chimney top.
They call them the cowards and humble
Who live like flowers that blossom to pieces
Left, to ripe and continue to flow the cycle.
My existence was just but human,
Full of lust like a desire to have the thigh of a chicken
So tender I knew what love was not,
I saw a vision to a time I tell you.
I…
Existed to feel the blood only pump through my veins
With no will to testify,
I lived amongst the disturbed and unseen
I was displaced in the odds of the truth of life you could not get a glimpse of.
The color of an apple is nor dripping red, like *** on the edge on a hot chilly night
Because I was just but human to the point
It was indeed.
As my father once told me
Fear is a friend while hate is a story,
Concur your weight and curve the other to your imagination
And see like the rest
Be the coward like the snakes that slither
Around you like emblems they desire,
Humble yourself to the sky
For there is no limit and soar like the wind for
You’re not the bird that follows but
Understands that life could be history
And you will forever be
JUST BUT HUMAN!
1000 Signatures.
Poet Kiri.
©Hansmind, 2017
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
A thousand reasons to remain in bed
And avoid the coming day
A thousand reasons to bury my head
And keep out of harms way
A thousand voices shout aloud
All to sway my thinking
A thousand wisdoms calling out
Just as I am sinking
A thousand ideologies
Beliefs enforced through system
A thousand refugees to roam
From those who would forsake them
A thousand dreams or nightmares seen
To counter or to chase
A thousand strains of new disease
To cull the human race
A thousand prophets chanting out
Their lore’s sent from above
A thousand children left to die
Outside the realms of love
A thousand homes of worship and prayer
To celebrate our saviours
A thousand faded works of art
To document our failures
A thousand ****** up truths be told
Not met with protestation
A thousand TV gods are borne
And bathed in admiration
A thousand tears these eyes have cried
To wash away the stinging
A thousand choral soft refrains
Peace be found through singing
A thousand floods and droughts to come
Before the world stops turning
A thousand thunderbolts crash down
To keep the whole world burning
A thousand screams my ears have heard
Of tormented siren’s wail
A thousand raging seas to crash
Before it’s safe to sail
A thousand cities sprawling out
Of cold and grey construction
A thousand cities blown apart
Collateral mass destruction
A thousand throngs of humankind
Scattered during war
A thousand hardships to endure
Until they roam no more
A thousand lies to be told
By those in high positions
Thousands living food bank lives
In poverty conditions
A thousand pounds for the 98
To feed their family nest
A million dollars meted out
Just to feed the rest
Copyright Marc Hawkins 2017
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
It only takes 12 seconds to forget your place, to count how many men broke them selves off between your legs.
Now you are so distant and cold.
You may have only been 13 then, broken by this man and his friend.
It scarred your naive soul.
Close you eyes and count to 10 the nightmare creep back again, this game of hide and seek.
In 2016 many people weep for those famous,we can no longer see. 1000 ways feeling can be
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
All the light around me almost seem to fade slowly away. It was then I saw where it went. The new light God harnessed almost all of it and turned it into a weapon. Rings upon rings of pale light danced around him. Within the rings where stars upon stars. He hurled the rings toward me as they moved faster than light themselves. I tried to flee but the rings were attracted to my armor that had absorbed much of his spiteful light. I then released the energy and directed it toward the chasing rings. The rings shattered leaving behind white holes. The white wholes siphoned up all the left over shattered light fragments and fed it back to the revenge thirsty light God. He was now in route toward me. He had 1000 suns spinning around him. My armor was depleted of all his darkness eating light. I advanced toward him. Let the battle begin! S DIVERS
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
To walk a thousand miles
To take a thousand steps
First you have to be born and take your first breathe
No praise just don't scream
Directly at me at a thousand different octaves
Please see the id that requires asprin to aspire a better passion
To alleviate the headache
To know true love
Is to experience 1000 heartbeats
In 1000 situations
All at once
Few can only hope to feel that
What can feel right
And what can't be struck 1000 times
Three times the life with 333 in mind
Minus the 6 that didn't count
Plus the 12 that really mattered
And take off the 5 that will be forgotten
Maybe the rich one
Or one of the slums bums
Can question this one time
Of an aspiring poet
To write 1000 lines
But still they mean nothing
Nonetheless something
Will still push
5 by 20 incidents in a infants eyes
That will eventually happen 10 more times
And If you accept the challenge
You have a 1000 tries to win
This is the last for the time being
1000 and done
To the last poem
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
You said a thousand things
With a thousand tears
And with a thousand tears
I just have one thing to say
I dont want you to go away
I want you here for a thousand years.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC