Trail of a leopard dragging a carcass. Photo by Lex Hes.
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Mike Driver

oozey mess
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styofa doing anything
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Trail of a leopard dragging a carcass. Photo by Lex Hes.
laura anderson barbata
Plotinus seems to claim that it's actually impossible for the body to affect the soul. The body, to Plotinus, is a sort of meat-submarine for navigating the world of matter and nature. However, this meat-submarine has no windows, no radar, and no sonar. It's actually the self, the pilot of the submarine, who uses their innate psychic power to sense the noetic aura of all the various rocks and bones and undersea sand dunes. And most people foolishly think that their submarine has windows.
settings
> my oyster
> configure my oyster
> release my pearl
they gotta nuke the girlblogging tag
hey can we talk? i really didnt wanna bring this up, but... yeah. its just, youve been really pregnant lately, badly; and not only has your egg sac been protruding and distended but in the last few days it's even been writhing and pulsating as your grubs awaken within, and its honestly just super distracting and overstimulating, especially in the workplace. i hate to say it but your obscene gravidity has been really disruptive. and im not the only one who feels that way.
stop inventing indigo children
formative years? aren’t they all?
Olga Smirnova and Artem Ovcharenko in John Neumeier’s ‘Lady of the Camellias’ at the Bolshoi Theatre.
can you imagine having sex with your sweaty hairy Neolithic wife in a dark corner of the thatched roof longhouse and there’s like the smell of hay and mud and goats and goat shit everywhere and it’s mid july and it’s 90 degrees
Flower Nails by Masaharu Ono
2015-01-11