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Claire Keane
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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nosferatu? no. tuferatu. no es mi problema.
no mi circo no mis feratus
Home of David Hockney on Kingston Road in Bridlington, East Riding of Yorkshire, England
Home of David Hockney in Los Angeles, California, United States
michael nesmith billboards in this gay porn film from 1971 that i just saw
i'm always saying this
the concept of gitchie gitchie carrie coon and tracy going home after the ceremony at like midnight and picking out a movie to watch from their collection of 10,000 blu-rays and it's the pope's exorcist (2023)
wow. truly no one doing it like them
there are many fat gay women which is basically awesome
clap. clap for fat gay women
who let biologists play dnd
101 to 134, Los Angeles -- December 26th, 2025
Etsy
Going from the lighthearted hilarity of Lemon Stealing Whores and Really? In front of my salad? to 'Any and all expressions of sexuality is cringey and disgusting and if you disagree with me you're an impure imperialist mongrel' in the span of a decade has given me whiplash. I miss the 2010s lol.
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obviously this is AI generated slop but I keep laughing at ophelia labeled “hamlet’s brother”
very interested in the 523 likes in the corner supporting this groundbreaking interpretation of ophelia
king blyssffsttt my good friend king blyssffsttt
HAMLET My brother? KING BLYSSFFSTTT No, the other Ophelia
Hamlet: What?
The Ghost: I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
Not that other guy, Ophelia,
The spirit of King Blyssffstt.
Hamlet: upon my word -
This preponderance of spirits hath me full vex’d;
Which is Hamlet? Which Ophelia? Which living and which dead?
Who are we all but ghosts upon a waking stage,
Dreaming - dreamt; haunted, haunting; all unmoored -
Upon a theatre plain, of blighted vanity.
The Ghost: Mark me -
Hamlet: and now your name is Mark as well?!
Would HRT have saved Ophelia?
Yes
No
"i look forward to hearing back" implies a beautiful world that runs on sense-direction combinations. i smell sideways to tasting up. i palpate inwards to listening diagonal, so that i can hunger clockwise
I think one of the crazier things that has given me a very doom-and-gloom attitude about contemporary art teaching or whatever is left of ""the industry"" is the experience I had offering critique in a studio art class (during critique time) where some guy had drawn this really hideous boardwalk-caricature-esque piece that they described more or less as "just a drawing of a really stupid guy, idk, I wanted him to look stupid". and I (gently) (calmly) asked why the artist in question had chosen to visually depict a lack of intelligence through traits like uneven pupils or a unibrow or otherwise "ugly", exaggerated features, and everyone in the room immediately exploded like I had just walked into their house and personally pissed in their cereal. the whole nine yards of "it's not that deep" and "why does it have to be political" and "it's Clearly just supposed to be a stupid person why are you taking it so seriously" etc. and not only did I not use scary words like "ableism" or "caricature" but up until that point I was on good terms with literally everyone in that room. I just sat there in silent shock for the rest of the day because what do you even do when your adult peers are so hyper-sensitive to even the slightest criticism for some real fucking garbage art that you can't even ask a benign question. and I'm supposed to want to work with these people?
lowkey highkey I don't want to be part of this ongoing trend where people act like art is the purest most important goodliest thing we have and if someone makes any art at all it means they're Passionate and if they're Passionate then it's Always Morally Good and you should never, ever call any work of Real art bad, because then we're losing to the AI slop, or whatever. you sound like the democratic party.
October 11, 2025.
honestly yall just gotta be comfortable reading books that make you feel stupid
read books that you don't understand. read books where you have to pay attention. read books that make you reread a page eight times to figure it out. read books that you need to take notes on. read books with words you have to google. read books that don't make sense without research on the setting. read books that make you feel stupid because otherwise you'll just be stupid.
THE CRAZIES (1973) dir. George A. Romero