Drawlloween day 6: Ghost
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Drawlloween day 6: Ghost
Gouache, 5 x 7ā³
Transmission (1979)
Illustrations from the book A Monster Calls. ItāsĀ is a fantasy novel written for children by Patrick Ness illustrated by Jim Kay.Ā Set in present-day England, it features a boy who struggles to cope with the consequences of his motherās terminal cancer. He starts having nightmares about a monster every night since his mother started her cancer treatment.Ā
One night when he wakes up, there is an actual monster right outside his window.Ā He is repeatedly visited in the middle of the night by this monster who tells stories. It was from an original idea by Siobhan Dowd. Dowd was terminally ill with cancer herself when she started the story and died before she could write it. (Source)
LƩon Spilliaert (Belgian, 1881-1946), Faun bij maneschijn [Faun by moonlight], 1900. Indian ink wah, brush, black chalk, and coloured pencil on paper, 49 x 63 cm.
Rev. John Davis, An introduction to astronomy, 1868
Justin Estcourt on Instagram / Prints on Etsy
Follow So Super Awesome on Instagram
The Supper (centerfold), from āWitchesā (1981) byĀ Jos A. Smith
James Jean (Taiwanese-American, b. 1979, Taipei, Taiwan, based Los Angeles, CA, USA) - Excavation, 2009Ā Paintings: Acrylics, Oil on 2 Canvases
Mark Broyer aka Into The Life (German, b. 1979, Hamburg, Germany) - After hours in Hamburg Vol. 1, 2016-2017Ā Photography
I love the moon
Ferdinand Keller - Selene thrown down by Argus (1886)
Vintage Glass Forged into Enchanted Leafy Worlds by Amber Cowan
Kelly Louise Judd
My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
Itās called a buntā¦. Not weed cigarette⦠And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They donāt look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Iām so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down Iām so mad.
YourĀ āweed smoking girlfriendā has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerpā¦. Donāt ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Donāt wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNINGĀ
Well that escalated quicklyā¦ā¦
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they arenāt worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. Iām yelling so loud and now Iām crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I canāt take anymore. Iām opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that āI HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDSā, āTHEY ALL KISS MEā, and āTHEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURRā.
and letās not forget the āBlaizā and her āwicked tatā, or that he doesnāt āwanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever againā, and that this is āthe FINAL FUCKING WARNINGā.
āthe goo pile that is now your bodyā
iām dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, itāll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot⦠*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omgĀ
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. Iām clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and heās muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals Iām still Ā at the bar. You look to the exit, thereās still time. But thereās not, thereās not, thereās not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. Ā I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I havenāt shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and Iām missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, itās like that only instead of boots itās my muscles and instead of walking itās punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family⦠Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insultedĀ theĀ Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing⦠no playing you fuck. No playing⦠it was real.. the realest thing Iāve ever know.. felt⦠Love. I loved them⦠Blaizā¦. Chas-Chas⦠Funk⦠I loved all three of em⦠but theyā¦*My face is wet with tears and Iām blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me⦠left⦠*Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?!Ā *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging.Ā āPft, you brought this upon yourself dude.ā He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me⦠* I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
This is a work of art.
The most fucked up thing about economic imperialism is that governments will literally kill their own citizens using a military if they protest working conditions because they work with a wealthy company. Companies encourage that. Theyāll allow workers to be punished for trying to form a union.
Capitalism is horrific and I hope those people die in my lifetime. I hope capitalism dies in my lifetime too but I doubt it will happen.
Banana Republics are the first thing that comes to mind here.
Yep thatās exactly what Iām talking about.
From 1932 onwards the indigenous population of El Salvador was systematically targeted and exterminated by its military forces for protesting against coffee corporations buying the vast majority of arable land and empovirishing local farmers.
Those same corporations applauded the Salvadoran president at the time, regarding him as āhaving the iron fist necessary to protect economic interests.ā
Throughout the decades those who even resembled members of the indigenous community were shot and killed in their homes and in the roads.
People had to abandon their identity in order to survive. Nowadays, the indigenous population of El Salvador practicing their culture and speaking the indigenous language is limited to small settlements also targeted by gang violence.
The people in charge covered this up for years. They only started teaching this at school recently. I graduated high school from there about a year ago.
Capitalism is cruelty. Capitalism is violence. Capitalism is death. There is nothing benign about a system that prioritizes capital over human lives.
There have been over 2,800 labour union leaders and members killled in Colombia since 1986. Thatās roughly one every three days.
http://pulitzercenter.org/projects/south-america-colombia-labor-union-human-rights-judicial-government-corruption-paramilitary-drug-violence-education
http://www.alternet.org/story/146579/coca_cola%27s_role_in_the_assassinations_of_union_leaders_explored_in_powerful_new_documentary
If youāve ever heard of the Coca Cola death squads, that shit is real as hell
One of the reasons the De Beers Group is arguably the most evil capitalist entity ever to exist is that they literally funded death squads and fomented rebellion and violence to maintain their absolute control over the world supply of diamonds. Thatās how conflict diamonds entered the international market ā De Beers would be the ultimate buyer, if they didnāt straight up trade weapons for diamonds, because every single diamond mined passed through a De Beers Group company. They stockpiled diamonds to both induce artificial scarcity (driving up prices) and so they could flood the market should a competitor try to undercut them.
Their monopsony and monopoly started unraveling around the turn of the 21st century, but they still control some 35% of the global diamond trade. That theyāve never faced even a shred of meaningful accountability for the plunder and bloodshed makes them a prime example of the devastation wrought by imperialist, colonialist capitalism.
every company does this. this isnāt few bad eggs. amazon hires nazis to run their warehousesĀ
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/amazon-used-neo-nazi-guards-to-keep-immigrant-workforce-under-control-in-germany-8495843.html
Oh my God I forgot about that
Further examples of economic imperialism: The United Fruit Companyās 1928Ā āBanana Massacreā, and then their successor company Chiquita Banana hiring paramilitary hit squadsĀ as recently as the 1990s/2000s.
Britain, the DāArcy Concession, and the creation of the Anglo-Persian Oil Company, and how Britain + the CIA overthrew the democratically elected PM of Iran in order to prevent him from nationalizing the company.Ā
Canada explicitly supporting the 2009 coup in Honduras, and how their mining companies benefited from the government that was subsequently put in place. This stuff isnāt the exception, itās the rule.
āJames Jebusa ShannonĀ (Auburn,New York, 1862 - London,1923)Ā
An extensive wooded river landscape with travellers on a rocky road, ruins and mountains beyond by Dirck Dalens II (1657-1687).