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cherry valley forever
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Stranger Things
The Bowery Presents

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Jules of Nature

roma★

Andulka
Misplaced Lens Cap
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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oozey mess

if i look back, i am lost
One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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making a pilgrimage to tumblr & getting conned by a blogger claiming to sell scraps of the shroud of pjackk
Jean-Michel Folon: The Return of the Two Snails, 1979.
(to the tone of creep by radiohead) but i'm asleep. on mypillow
Fra Angelico & Mark Rothko
how to have a sturgeon summer:
1. be quite large
2. use your barbels to find prey among the gravel along the bottom of the river
3. extend your siphon-like mouth to eat small fish, shellfish, and crustaceans
4. launch yourself out of the water and make a big splash just for fun
5. show off them scutes!
you can now enjoy your sturgeon summer
Look at my birthday cake...
not many people know this but when talking about your multiple pronoun-using friend you build up a combo meter for every subsequent unique pronoun you use
but can we TALK about the racialized subtext of "his wife has filled his house with chintz" linking together femininity, indian export goods, commercialism, and superficiality vs "to keep it real I fuck him on the floor" linking together masculinity, AAVE, authenticity, sexuality, and vulgarity? if our aim as critics of poetry is to reevaluate this text and arrive at a feminist interpretation then we must also consider the poem's vexed relationship to race so as to not be anti-black in our criticism of the piece's presentation of masculinized sexuality nor uncritically reproduce and elevate its image of orientalized femininity.
also, from looking at the original post (non-explicit gay sex photo but still a gay sex photo so you've been warned): there isn't even any chintz in the photo. the design elements in the room all look broadly western european with the exception of a tall ceramic vessel that may be decorated with a reproduction of a chinese ink painting. chintz is an indian textile pattern, you'll see it on dresses, bedspreads, wallpaper, tapestries, upholstery, etc., but nothing like that is in the image. to imply that the house's interior design is frivolous, artificial, and unusable, the poem utilizes "chintz" despite the obvious lack of chintz because "chintz," as a popular asian export good that went on to be imitated by european manufacturers, is considered kitsch, cheap, and womanly. and, though the angle partially obscures them, the two men in the photo both appear to be white, so the poem uses the AAVE phrase "keep it real" despite the lack of black people to invoke the perception of AAVE as raw, crass, and primal. in both cases, the racialized language is being ascribed to european/white subjects to impart the white subjects with different moral values.
love when mario loreheads point to the baseball games' "chemistry" mechanic like it represents interpersonal relationships and not the thing the mechanic literally is (how well characters can work together on a baseball team)
"did you know that toadette hates bowser more than mario does" well no, she's less capable of playing baseball with bowser than mario is. that's different
part of being an adult is figuring out what eveyone else's definition of "going crazy" is. to you it is not sleeping for 60 hours, writing 80k words in one sitting and expiriencing enough anxiety to kill a horse. to beth from accounting its buying a ticket to Columbus, Ohio. and to your friend its consuming so much ketamine you lose all of your posessions and wake up with five broken bones in a ditch somewhere and then proceeding to do it again the next day. to your other friend its writing a letter to their favourite actress about how much they appreciate her work. to your neighbour its laughing loudly in a grocery store whilst in pajamas. maya from uni hears the voice of her dead father making jokes with no punchlines and she considers that to be quite normal - to her going crazy would be hearing her husband instead. your downstairs neighbour will take night walks naked sometimes and claim there is nothing weird about him. there are literally no rules to life and all meaning is in the eye of the beholder.
College should be free and you should be able to study “useless” degrees just for the love of learning
early humans performing a trepanation on an angel after it sustained a traumatic head injury when it fell from grace
behold my ugly
I painted your ugly
academic writing these days is always like “be/longing” “re-membering” “(under)standing”
STEM academic writing is like "we present the results of the ACRONYM project (A ContRived mnemOnic is NecessarY Material)"
I wish I could make white people(and not just white Americans) understand how diverse the pre-columbian Americas were. The history, religion, culture, politics was at least as complex as Europe's. There was the full gamut of religions, from monotheists to animists to ancestral religions. There were city building empires, village farmers, nomadic traders, and so many other ways to live. This is all just based on what we know, the fragments left behind and the stories of survivors of an apocalyptic plague. All this before the most extended campaign of genocide in history was waged in an attempt to wipe out those survivors.
Over 500 years spent trying to cut down a whole trunk of human culture.
Do you understand how much poorer our whole species is because of it? Can you imagine where art, religion, and science would be if we still had these vast bodies of knowledge? The stain of the colonial project will never be fully washed clean. We owe more than just the land to those we stole from. We owe them a whole future, a future that could have been brighter for all of us. If only greed and fear weren't allowed to rule this land.
(no beers in) what is every thought you’ve ever had about me ever
it’s weird that professional letters are supposed to start with “dear.” i don’t even call my mom that
my darling hiring manager. my springtime rose. if hired i will bring a strong work ethic to this position