GreenThorn Shirogorov Hati Clone

Comes in a simple black box without logo. Free lanyard!

Molded foam inside the case

Impressed with the detail in the flipper tab. Nice and rounded edges.

Nice jimping for extra grip

Really surprised by the skeletonised handle. Usually only available on higher end knives (clone or not)

Side-by-side comparison with the Kershaw Entropy

- D2 Blade (Stonewash)

- G10 and Milled Steel Handle

- Double row ball bearings

- Flipper + Framelock

- Blade length: 3.74inch (95mm)

- Total length: 8.77 inch (223mm)

- Closed Length: 4.9 inch (125mm)

• Impressive fit and finish. 
• Comes in a black box with magnetic lid and no logo. (Mine had a free lanyard too!)
• Pivot is a little tight out of the box, but can be adjusted.
• Pocket clip is too tight but after adjustment, it works fine.
• Nice textured G10 and jimping.
• The stonewash is nice and even on both the blade and the steel handle.
• Skeletonised steel handle to reduce weight. Well balanced.
• Seems to be D2 blade steel, only time will tell.
• Feels great in the hand, no hotspots. Its a fairly big knife too!
• Excellent detent, just right.
• Good blade centering and decent edge.
• Affordable, great quality.

This blade is 4% of the price of and Original Shirogorov Hati ($1000+)

Ethical opinions aside, this knife (the clone) is really good value if you are going to use it (instead of collect it in a glass box) as you should with all knives...

The Bathroom Poet

A Day In Life - Day Two

When the Saints,
Go marching on...

1st November of every year is All Saints Day.

Here is an insight to the All Saints Day in Krakow, Poland.
Shots were taken handheld at Salwator Cemetery and at Krakus Mound. 

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A Day in Life - Day One

A Day in Life is a new series I've been toying with for awhile now. 

Documenting the daily life of a person.
Common rituals of the day, unusual events out of the ordinary. 

A man, or perhaps a boy.
A woman, or even a girl.
An adult, maybe a child.
All with two limbs, two arms,
And one head.

Day One is... the first day of this series.
I have yet to decide how many "days" to end it.

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Limoncello

Rainbows without a tone,
Lemons on a roll.
Biscuits crumbing,
Apples tarting.

A sizzle without a sound.
A cracker without his hound.
A tyrant without his crown,
A wife without a frown.

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Χάος

Time stops,

A needle drops.

The last breath,

Lingering in the air.

Chaos around,

Chaos surrounds.

Chaos within,

Inside me.

Cries of man,

Screaming horses,

Clanking metal,

A grinding halt.

Fire in the sky,

Black rain.

Waiting to die,

It's time again.

Battles rage,

Warring wars.

Armies take,

Humanity falls.

And in this moment of darkness, his eyelids flutter. Like a moth drawn to a candlelight, he scans the battlefield.

A moment in time before death, he sees the truth of the light. Pure and unfiltered.

It seeps through the mound of bodies above him, penetrating every crevice.

Finally washing a small patch of his face in light.

Ah light.

The cliché of light in the darkness.

Peace within.

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Cashew King

The shy goods are awakening.

Raising their cloudy hackles,

Growling and sneering,

It's about to get ugly.

Tickle tickle,

Catch my fancy.

Flushed red like peonies,

Drooping like grannie's...

The Bathroom Poet

Path of Light

A child holds her lantern up high as she approaches the cave. 

Soft warm light glinting off the still surfaces of the underground lake, casting a silhouette upon the great stalactites and stalactites that lay beyond the gloom.

In silence, she knelt gently beside the lapping waves. Cradling the piece of jade bestowed upon her, she slowly lowered it down beneath the steely cold damp.

Contact with the lake stopped time, transforming the entirety of darkness into...

The Bathroom Poet

Have a Little Faith

Might and magic,

Bites and logic,

Bacon wrapped mandrels,

Jack's tiny tendrils.

The flight of a bumblebee,

A definitive Yes! No! or Maybe?

Thousand yards of silken linen,

A lungful gasp of carcinogen.

The Bathroom Poet

What Does The Fox Say?

I've been spending copious amounts of time, 

Free time, 

Break time, 

Sleeping time, 

Down time, 

on crafting small wooden rings.

I have yet to feel compelled,

As I was or may have been before,

To write,

Expressing myself.

Where is the tingling rush?

The spine-chilling feeling,

When the words ring in my mind,

Flowing from my fingertips.

I no longer doodle,

Nor do I draw.

If its even considered drawing,

In the first place.

Altered,

I have been,

But what does the fox say?

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Mushroom Power

Well there was once a mushroom who lived in a meadow. 

He was brightly coloured and had a spotted cap. 

Yellow and pink it was. 

Fancy spittled dots.

Along came by a monkey.

He had purple coloured fangs.

Banana flavoured hair,

A lovely young lad.

Perched on the treetops,

There sat King George.

The Appalachian of the North,

The reigning ruler of his own nose.

George's cousin Julian,

Riding down to the farm.

"Forgive me cousin",

Was all he wrote.

The Bathroom Poet

Alright?

I'm alright,

With a crystal vial of clarity,

The mushrooms rise,

The kings of tides.

I've been conceived,

Once or twice,

Milady's month,

I'm alright.

The Bathroom Poet

Bike, Bake, Wash

I can't sleep.

"Its all in your head"

I can't sleep.

"Please, come with me to bed"

I can't sleep.

"I'm getting tired of this charade"

I can't sleep.

"Lie in bed and rest your neck"

I can't sleep.

"I'll end you, I swear"

I can't sleep.

"Calm down, it's okay"

I can't sleep.

"Get out of my sight"

I can't sleep.

"That's it, goodbye"

*gunshot*

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Elevator 1

What day is it?

What time is it?

Where am I going?

What is this?

Infinite loops in this finite universe,

Troopers within the syllabus,

                          Harry riding on his nimbus,

Finding myself falling in reverse.

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Board

An appropriation of time.

When the sun, moon, and stars align.

The trills of pleasures collide,

While the crows of pain subsides.

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S-Corned

I feel impure.

Canned up,

Dirty,

Inferior.

There are days,

Strange days where the rain falls towards the skies above,

Days where I smile,

Laughter fills the air.

Sometimes I get so hungry.

Starved like a rabid wolf.

I crave flesh,

Some blood would be nice too.

I love...

I would love...

I'd love to...

Eat you.

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Five Finger Death Punch

Creaking and groaning,

These five fingers they stretch.

Curling and menacing,

These jagged nails scrape.

A feast prepared,

For a fist he spared.

Of a tryst they sparred,

For a kiss she dared.

The Bathroom Poet

Wilhelm

For the past 3 days,

In my presence.

Something broke,

Jammed and death.

Hammer.

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Reclaim - ANIMATION

From dusk till dawn,

Ships set sail.

From East to West,

We find new guests.

The Earth in motion,

Sets them free.

Out of lotion,

Piss on a tree.

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