Inspired Inspiration

27 Queens, NY anthropologist. philosopher. king. "You have no obligations; only endless considerations."

[adapto]

The Matrix (1999)

[slibw-slibd]

I’m Pretty Good at Communication if I Do Say So Myself (That Was a Communication Joke)

[discardingimages]

Saint Michael vanquishing Satan

missal and book of hours, Lombardy c. 1385-1390

BnF, Latin 757, fol. 357v

[beeple]

EJAC-ISLAND

[warrenellis-deactivated20200730]

you’re welcome everybody

[harryhandprints]

[snitling]

The latest Sunny ep just reinforced that Charlie is the strongest member of the Gang. He and Dennis both pissed on Mac to assert dominance, but Dennis is only dominant because Mac allows him to be. Can you imagine Dennis pissing on Charlie? No. Charlie could piss on any of the Gang and they would stand there and take it

[myjetpack]

for New Scientist

p.s. get my artwork and comics at www.tomgauld.com

[fyeahygocardart]

Magician of Black Chaos MAX

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Penetrate the Firmament with Your Conical Excavator!

[70sscifiart]

Moebius

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He Inherited a Small Bladder From His Father (And I Worded That as Weirdly as Possible on Purpose)

[humansofnewyork]

“My parents didn’t know any better.  They just bought the food that they saw in the market: the cereals, the cookies, the canned foods.  And I didn’t know any better either.  I was just a kid.  I ate the food that I saw in my house.  There were words on the label that I didn’t understand: added this, added that, chemicals to make it last longer, chemicals to make it cheaper, chemicals to make it thicker, chemicals to hold everything together.  But I didn’t question any of it.  Because they used kids in the advertisements.  I always saw other kids eating the food and promoting it.  The government wasn’t helping.  With their pyramids and their charts that everyone follows.  It all seemed OK.  But it was all junk and sugar.  Now my mom and dad and brother have diabetes.  I have fibroids and stuff like that.  Recently they took out my thyroid because it was showing signs of cancer.  I’m starting to think that it’s all linked.  They sell us poison so they can sell us pills.  I’m trying to eat better now.  I’m trying to learn.  But the more I learn, the less I know where to go.  I know that everything in the aisles is killer.  But even the fruits and vegetables have chemicals.  If I wanted to be completely sure, I’d have to have my own farm.  It’s just not possible.” (Montreal, Canada)

[electriccucumber]

unemployment drops :)

[nomenu]

[humansofnewyork]

“I used heroin for ten years.  It wasn’t a very good life, as you’d expect.  I had my son taken from me. I lost my job at the Fiat factory.  I spent all my time trying to find money, find dealers, and stay away from police.  I hated myself.  I couldn’t face anyone.  Then one day my friend’s dog had puppies.  I’d never had a dog before, but I always liked animals, so I told him to give me the smallest and ugliest one he had.  The one nobody else wanted.  And that’s how I got Joe.  Joe was the angel of my life.  We understood each other.  There was no need for words.  He followed me around all the time.  He slept next to me on the street.  The moment I opened my eyes in the morning he would lick my face.  He gave me self-esteem.  I was a complete loser but at least I could take care of Joe.  I could bring him to the park.  I could bring him to the vet.  I could raise enough money to get his medication.  He’s the reason I was finally able to quit heroin.  Because if something happened to me, what would happen to him?  So I got clean.  It was hard but I got clean.  Joe lived for another thirteen years.  He got a tumor in 2012 and held on a few more months.  I barely survived it.  I was able to stay off drugs, but I promised myself that I’d never get another dog.  It’s just too painful.  But two years ago I found Leica beneath a mobile home.  She was all skin and bones.  She’d been abandoned.  I didn’t have a choice.  For the first few months I called her Joe.  But I had to stop.  Because Joe’s gone.  And the name doesn’t really matter, anyway.  It just matters that I love her.” (Rome, Italy)

[monsterism]

Gustave Doré.

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Spy Adults