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Jane Fisher.
dating a princessgirl is great until she exercises unilateral authority to keep snuggling you instead of letting you get up
the bed, too, is a kind of dungeon
what happened to honor and duty. what kind of knight are you. you've failed her.
poem by rachel corrie (1979-2003, american activist killed in gaza)
[image text: If I die today, / you must drink milk from the carton, wantonly! / You must shriek and scream in the shopping mall / in front of all those blind dead ghosts / and the placid, contemptuous mannequins, / and the mall gods who watch over everything / in their great bawdy underworld. / You must make a great loud racket. Such a loud fuss / to silence the birds and the sky and the rain. / You must be so crazy and free if I die today! / You must go to those cold-faced mannequins and take off their tiny shoes / and find out if mannequins have toes. / And if they do / (and I imagine they have blunt tawny nails on them) / You must find out what plastic mannequin flesh takes like. // You must kiss their shoes / Suck on them with your clumsy tongue. / And you must do this right there in front of the undead shoppers / and the ladies behind the perfume counter. // You must cry out and tell everyone, / "She is dead. She is dead." / And do what I imagined. / You must walk through the grocery store / and take juicy bites out of apples / and then put them back. / You must kiss people you hardly know with passion / so that they stumble dizzily for a moment.
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i think it's worthwhile to point out that she was crushed by a bulldozer as she stood in front of it in order to try and prevent the demoliton of palestinian houses in rafah
Nam June Paik: Watchdog (1996)
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James Abbott McNeill Whistler, Nocturne in Black and Gold- The Falling Rocket, 1875. Oil on panel, 60.3 x 46.4 cm (23.7 x 18.2 in). Detroit Institute of Arts, Detroit. Gift of Dexter M. Ferry, Jr.
Switching to Vodka by Pitseolak Qimirpik (Inuit)
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Sliman Mansour (Palestinian, 1947) - Fire in the Field (2012)
Surrealist Edward James, was so besotted with his wife, the dancer Tilly Losch, that when he saw the trail of wet footprints she left up the stairs after her bath at Monkton House, he had them woven into the carpet.
Philip Kwame Apagya | Ghana
Booming Internet | 2000
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Nintendo Power #257 from August 2010, with Dragon Quest IX: Sentinels of the Starry Skies featured.