dysprexicfish

collective oddities and dispersive matters

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Upgrade to exotic bird complete. #teal and #pink are clearly my new colours. Bye bye ginger. #pinkhair thanks to #directions #hairdye, wonderful #veganbeautyproducts also include #urbandecay and their gorgeous #aliceinwonderland #pallete Having so much fun putting #colour in ma #hair!

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#Garbage were fucking glorious. Beautiful gig with beautiful people. #troxy #gig #goodmusic #live (at Troxy)

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We have to head in the direction where all seven billion people have a fair chance. We have to head in that direction, because otherwise despair is the fuel of terrorism, hope is the fuel of civilisation. We've got to be putting hope into the world.

Eddie Izzard, Question Time: June 2016, fighting to stay in the EU.

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LIZARDS

photos by KSB

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Today, this gives me joy. I will check back tomorrow.

[poorquentyn]

It puzzles me when people cite LOTR as the standard of “simple” or “predictable” or “black and white” fantasy. Because in my copy, the hero fails. Frodo chooses the Ring, and it’s only Gollum’s own desperation for it that inadvertently saves the day. The fate of the world, this whole blood-soaked war, all the millennia-old machinations of elves and gods, comes down to two addicts squabbling over their Precious, and that is precisely and powerfully Tolkien’s point. 

And then the hero goes home, and finds home a smoking desolation, his neighbors turned on one another, that secondary villain no one finished off having destroyed Frodo’s last oasis not even out of evil so much as spite, and then that villain dies pointlessly, and then his killer dies pointlessly. The hero is left not with a cathartic homecoming, the story come full circle in another party; he is left to pick up the pieces of what was and what shall never be again. 

And it’s not enough. The hero cannot heal, and so departs for the fabled western shores in what remains a blunt and bracing metaphor for death (especially given his aged companions). When Sam tells his family, “Well, I’m back” at the very end, it is an earned triumph, but the very fact that someone making it back qualifies as a triumph tells you what kind of story this is: one that is too honest to allow its characters to claim a clean victory over entropy, let alone evil. 

“I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. I’m naked in the dark. There’s nothing–no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes.”

So where’s this silly shallow hippie fever-dream I’ve heard so much about? It sounds like a much lesser story than the one that actually exists.

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It's worth adding that the REASON people consider this "simple" or predicable will be because Tolkien was one of the forerunners of this kind of epic fantasy. So much of the fantasy we consume today, or was written since has been influenced, inspired by or shaped through his work. He's what the Philip K. Dick did for Sci Fi or Star Wars for action film. The original works almost seem dated or predicable to new eyes because they LITERALLY wrote the book on how to do what they did. It was so bloody good that everyone else was like "of course! Let's do it their way!"

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Replaying this game a couple of days after completion. IT'S. THAT. GOOD. If Escher had been the graphic designer for Journey, this is what you'd get. #monumentvalley #beautifulgame

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Sometimes I get these ideas. They generally give me a lot more respect for hairdressers. #haircut

[fleetwoodsushi]

florence + the machine 
how big how blue how beautiful on vinyl artwork

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Portrait : Man from the Tube

I saw the man with a crick to his eye He stole his glances from passers by Beaten a little, as though shaped by the wind His every feature worn well in One sunken eye, the other bulged Smart creases to the skin: marking out brow often furled

An indefinable temperament with clues of resentment A tickle of life endured; held up by a moustache that seems quite self assured Balding and patchily skinned, his ferrety wife a waif next to him

I sneak glimpses to avoid his stare, wondering his story and admiring the glare He gives to the carriage, he seems overtly bold Though maybe it’s the inherent entitlement his gender holds

A body doing its job and little more Needing nothing else to settle a score His portrait, I would love to sketch For now, to my memory, his visage, I etch

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alan williamson - mugshot eyes

mixed media on paper

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Hello bleach. Welcome to the hair with everything in it. #dreadlocks #fauxhawk #minibangs #hairdye

[kuklarusskaya-deactivated202003]

you know why it’s so critically important to celebrate women over the age of 40? 

because young women and girls need role models. need someone to aspire to become as they age. 

as it is, society basically tells girls and young women: aspire to be 18-22. do not aspire or imagine past that, for you are useless without youth and beauty. do not aspire to be wise, or strong, beautiful without youth, or valuable with lines and wrinkles. and THAT is scary. we put a cap on aspirations for girls, because we want them to think the ideal comes and goes by 20–when really, we’re at our best for many, many years beyond.

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Got my doodle noodle on. PROCRASTINATION CENTRAL.

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‘War is the mother of all things; opposition unifies, for that which is separated creates the most beautiful harmony; all that happens, only happens because there is struggle.’ That is to say, each thing carries within itself an antagonism which makes it move from what it is to what it is not.

Augusto Boal (1974) quoting Greek philosopher Heraclitus in his book Theatre of the Opressed.

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The most terrifying thank you card I've ever made?

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'not because'