Clay is a general term including many combinations of one or more clay minerals with traces of metal oxides and organic matter. Geologic clay deposits are mostly composed of phyllosilicate minerals containing variable amounts of water trapped in the mineral structure.
Clay minerals are typically formed over long periods of time by the gradual chemical weathering of rocks, usually silicate-bearing, by low concentrations of carbonic acid and other diluted solvents. These solvents, usually acidic, migrate through the weathering rock after leaching through upper weathered layers. In addition to the weathering process, some clay minerals are formed by hydrothermal activity. Clay deposits may be formed in place as residual deposits in soil, but thick deposits usually are formed as the result of a secondary sedimentary deposition process after they have been eroded and transported from their original location of formation. Clay deposits are typically associated with very low energy depositional environments such as large lakes and marine basins.
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Brick by Brick is a modern dramedy. Just as someone can help to tear your wall of life down one brick at a time, you can also rebuild into a more fortified structure one brick at a time. The main character, Shelia (She-Lee-ah) is confronted with and addresses the importance of maintaining positively intact mental health, and how not to be afraid to get help (professional) in a time of crisis. Our thinking is: Prayer is good, however, getting counseled should not hurt. This film shows that Shelia cannot catch a break if she tried. She learns that when family members and work-mates have it out for you, you can't do enough to get even with them. So, just stand back and watch Karma unfold.
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Adaptation of the book by 'David Almond' (qv), set in 1960s Tyneside. Two 14-year-old boys team up against Mouldy, the town bully. Turning Crazy Mary s garden shed into a workshop, they discover that the sculptures they create come to life. Together they raise a golem, a creature fashioned from clay, capable of dispatching anyone, even Martin Mould. But when Mouldy winds up dead, the boys have to deal with the awful power they may have unleashed and the perils of getting what you wish for.
Keywords: based-on-novel
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Shadow Walkers is a highly suspenseful story of a group of lab technicians and military personnel who awaken in a subterranean laboratory with no memory of who they are. They quickly discover that they are sealed in, with only one way to get out alive. They must travel deeper into the underground facility to an escape tunnel that leads to the surface. Hindered by the fact there is only limited electrical power, they struggle through the darkness where they uncover a hive of genetically mutated creatures that stalk them from the shadows. Bred for combat, these monsters are endowed with razor sharp talons and rows of jagged teeth capable of ripping a man apart. While avoiding danger at every turn, they begin to regain their memories, discovering the origin of the deadly creatures and the part they played in their creation.
Keywords: female-nudity
Pray They Only Kill You
Chasing the dream and each other.
One woman + three men = one woman.
Dodging bulls is dangerous. Dodging bullets is deadly
Virgil Kidder: You just stabbed me with a corn dog stick!
Brownie: [about Clay, the new clown] I swear, you can take that Son of a Bitch's brain, put it on the edge of a rasor blade, and it'd look like a b-b in a four lane highway!
Virgil Kidder: He stabbed me with a damn corndog stick, Brownie!
Announcer: Virgil, how many lives do you have?::Virgil Kidder: Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco... I belive about nine!::Announcer: Well, I belive you done used up about half of them on that bull, Mother-In-Law.::Virgil Kidder: Yeah, I believe I did use up about half on him; and then the other half I used up on my own mother-in-law!
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One Life to Live premiered in 1968, centering on the lives of the citizens of the fictional town of Llanview, PA. Concentrating on the wealthy Lord family, and the middle-class Woleks and Rileys, the show was one of the first daytime dramas to depict people from all sorts of backgrounds. The show was the first to depict an interracial relationship, and among the first to explore drug addiction. It has also depicted dissociative identity disorder, cultism, out-of-body experiences, international espionage, time travel, and even underground cities!
Keywords: 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, 2010s, 20th-century, 21st-century, borderline-personality-disorder, human-relationship
Joey: I'm really sorry about your father Jen.::Jen: Uh. Look if you came here to pray, I'm not interested.
Natalie: Everything's going to be fine, guys. Just - just do what he says.::Flash: How can you be so calm?::Natalie: I don't know if I am calm, okay? I just - I've been through worse.::Flash: Yeah? Like what?::Natalie: Oh, like being strapped to a table and your grandfather ready to cut your heart out.::Flash: Oh. Yeah, you got me beat, then. Never mind.
Antonio: What would you call that, Jessica?::Jessica: Doing what I have to do. Mitch has hurt my family in every way possible and I want to make sure that not only does he pay, that he never hurts my family again.::Antonio: Oh yeah? Well, not tonight you're not.
Natalie: I don't know, something twisted. I mean, this whole place is twisted. It's like some twisted shrine of him and mother. What'd you do down here, gramps? Count your money and stare at yourself while groping at your daughter? Bastard!
Jessica: Do you know what an evil, lying tramp Shawna is?::Rex: Yeah. That's why I like her.
Marcie: All my life, Al, nobody has even been attracted to me.::Al: Well, listen, those days are over, Marcie.
[Viki and Dorian imagine themselves as each other. In Viki's dream of her life as Dorian, Kelly and Blair end up in a catfight and Starr interrupts the melee]::Starr: My anaconda's eating Jack! What do I do?
[In Dorian's dream of her life as Viki, Kevin inquires about his "mummy's" life]::Kevin: Mother, what brings you here?::Dorian-as-Viki: I've lost my beloved Llanfair... again.::Kevin: Again? What happened? Was it fire? Did Mitch Laurence come back from the dead? Did Victor Lord come back from the dead? Did someone come back from the dead?
Lindsay Farrell Rappaport Buchanan: Today is not a good day to be pushing my buttons.::Georgina Whitman #1: Well, what about tomorrow?::Lindsay Farrell Rappaport Buchanan: Tomorrow doesn't look good either.
Margaret Cochran #2: [after shooting Todd in the legs twice] Stop making me shoot you!
An uproarious farce of a worm who turned -- almost too late!
THE FUN BEGINS...when..."The Party's Over" (original poster)
From the stage comedy hit by Daniel Kusell (original poster)
When I first landed the damage was outlandish
anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted
but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus
so we exceeded recommended dosages
now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills
exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows
I don't suppose you're taking too much time
breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?
that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly
so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees
this planet spins on a thin axis
all axis passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'
I mean, what did you think
my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,
and grab the mic and spoonfeed?
there's more to this than just paying the rent
if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end
[Chorus]
what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away?
planets as small as balls of clay (x4)
some shells get broke
some keep their wigs closed
some get exposed as little man big pose
some make moves and some stay daydreamers
but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer
well make mine hunter green with camel insides,
10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober
once again on the edge, head's inebriated
movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated
what makes me mighty and another tiny?
why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?
if this crime's right I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on
so let the losers lose and let the players play
the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what
[Chorus - 4X]
who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful
already got a plate full of clay on my table
I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits
too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up
but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta
I spot a blemish on your planet's existence
I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences
instantly pissin? away the misfits
the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed
when they swayed I'd have em
half of 'em can't fathom
where the 'Mats? from
I may be on those
you can ask 'em
at last, when we get down to it
there's more than sand and fluid
in how I revolve and evolve
can we solve the secrets? No.
can we take trinkets? No.
so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow
I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here
centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere
carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough
Am I the half of half-and-half
Or am I the half that's whole?
I've got to be one with all my halves
It's my worthy earthly goal
It's my worthy earthly goal
It's my worthy earthly goal
Are you the heavy half
Of the lighter me
Are you the ready part
Of the lighter me
When I came apart
I wasn't made of sand
When you fell apart
Clay crumbled in my hands
Long way a life load
Statues and haloes
Am I the half of half-and-half
Or am I the half that's whole
Am I the half that's whole
Am I the half that's whole
Are you the wrongful half
Of the rightful me
Are you the mongol half
Of the cerebral me
When I came apart
I wasn't made of sand
When you fell apart
Clay crumbled in my hands
When I came apart
I wasn't made of sand
When you fell apart
Clay crumbled in my hands
If we exercise just some control
When we exercise our sum control
Oh isn't it nice
When your heart is made out of ice
Oh isn't it nice
When your heart is made out of ice
Are you the heavy half
Of the lighter me
Are you the ready part
That has entered me
Am I the "shall" in po-ten-tial
Or am I the "suck" in "cess"
Pools of delusion
Deluge me
Am I the more or less
Am I the more or less
Am I the more or less
When I came apart
I wasn't made of sand
When you fell apart
Clay crumbled in my hands
When I came apart
I wasn't made of sand
When I was the cain
You were the abel
When I came apart
I've been drifting around this world a stranger
Been lost in empty space
I've been reaching out to find my saving grace
And I've lived a life of no direction
I've walked the endless mile
I was down and out until I met you child
I want you to take me hold me
Shape me as you please
Want you to love me
I'm down on bended knees
I will be clay inside your hands
I long for your embrace
Let the light of love
Shine upon my face
I've been tangled up in disillusion
Been stuck inside this shell
I was blind to anything around myself
And I've been tied up in this no mans land
This empty wilderness
Found the kiss of life in the fire from your breath
CHORUS
And finally found that my destiny
Didn't crash on tireless waves
Now that love has been blessing me
I'm unchained
It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey hey
And the pain has started to slip away, hey hey
I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining
I think that I want you still, but it may be pills at work
Do you really wanna know how I was dancing on the floor?
I was trying to phone you when I'm crawling out the door
I'm amazed at you, the things you say that you don't do
Why don't you ring?
I was feeling lonely, feeling blue
Feeling like I needed you
And I've woken up surrounded by me
It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey hey
And the pain has started to slip away, hey hey
I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward: "The Shining"
I think that I want you still, but it may be pills at work
How did I get to accident and emergency?
All I wanted was you to take me out
I was feeling lonely, feeling blue
Feeling like I needed you
And I hoped you'd call and hoped you'd see me
Turning red
Adopting styles that seem inbred
We're made of lead
Stay on the pace
Recoup the loot, avoid, disgrace
Sink without trace
It's a hoot
Run ahead and blindly shoot
Hit the marker, end dispute
Marking time
Laying boundaries out in lime
A life of crime
Drift away
Never find the urge to play
We're made of clay
It's a hoot
Hit the marker, end dispute
Even if that point is moot
It's a hoot
Even if that point is moot
Run ahead and blindly shoot
Phasing in
Wondering when it's time to begin
The chances thin
Emptied out
No doubt it will end in a rout
We lack the clout
It's a hoot
Run ahead and blindly shoot
Hit the marker, end dispute
Even if that point is moot
The Earth is just a grave
whos tenders we've become
embracement of extinction
as we repeat the past
Ch:Denial of tradition
one becomes the multitude
We can stand against the tide
that turns the world to red
We become the sculptor
clay becomes idea
future the accomplishment
to live another day...
Ch:(repeat)