She said “You live your life too much like a bad movie”
She said “You don’t know what love is”
She said “You try too hard”
She said.
I said “Life is what love is, and what’s the point if you don’t try?”
I come back to her again, after years of silence. You get lost in the moment. You [...]
the only certainty
is that everything ends.
this is as good as it is bad.
and so: a drawing of an island, and a drawing of a lake (in that order).
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Censorship is wrong. You have no right to not be offended.
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knew how to paint. He was classically trained. unfortunately i can’t find any of his student or extremely early works to demonstrate his pure technical skill, but here’s a picture from 1943 called she wolf:
(can you tell he was influenced by those mexican muralists?)
After his classical education and general frustration with his art he went [...]
1921: In perhaps the first organized group expedition to an abandoned building, Dadaists including Andre Breton, Paul Eluard, Francis Picabia and Tristan Tzara organize a trip to the deserted and little-known church of St. Julien le Pauvre in Paris. In promoting the event, the Dadaists promise to remedy “the incompetence of suspect guides and cicerones”, [...]
if jesus christ were a carpenter, then he would build these guys a fucking guitar stand.
also: red sparrows. check ‘em out.
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I spoke with a priest a while ago. He told me to turn myself in to the police.
I asked if there wasn’t some prayer i was supposed to say.
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The burning rose again in his chest. An internal fire of visions unknown to the world floated behind his eyes, a fire that showed only in his slightly moistened eyes and almost hunched posture. He heard her words and managed to respond legibly, without slurring or deprecation, but the visions continued to pass. Fleeting glimpses [...]
It’s late and quodlibetor is extraordinarily tired and instead of doing the rational thing, he has spent the last three hours molding a life less lived, shaping something that is no more interesting for the effort. A life of pseudo-reality and pseudo-friendship. The distraction provided by this life totally engrosses him. Slowly but surely he [...]
my dog is crying phlegm.
his breath comes in wheezes and he cannot stand.
every time i scratch his chest or back he starts to cough.
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