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had a dream macauley culkin jumpstarted back his career as an actor first by changing his stage name to Sinai Tight and after he tried to film an unauthorized remake of Home Alone on a gigantic carnival cruise ship he accidentally created a giant tear in the shipâs hull and causes the worst maritime disaster in the 21st century and all the headlines said âCOME ON SINAI TIGHT WHATâS GOING ON MANâ
Losing my mind at this security cam footage of a guy that looks like concept art for the Once in a Lifetime music video
Last I heard his landlord snitched him out!!!!! Iâm dying that this is the most Iâve ever seen fucking Nebraska in the news
HEREâS THE ARTICLE from what people around me have been saying is this gate is literally infamous for not opening, being janky just a pos. Like imagine you had a shitty shitty night of work, just want to get home to your apartment then some mechanical gate wonât even let you through?? and 3200 for two pieces of wood? ohhhhkayyy
Aries:Â The electric air of a far-off storm draws you out, toward fields gone gold in the slanting light. Black clouds on the horizon fill you with awful yearning for what you feel but cannot know â a fearful devotion to a place without shape, a love that burns with no name.
Taurus: Strange memories rise up just before sleep â a buzzing cicada night where you pant hotly through the dark, pacing low to the ground behind an empty schoolyard, air thick with the smell of snapped weeds and animal hair, the wail of a distant train. You arenât sure what belongs to you here.
Gemini: Sleep doesnât come like it used to, and the late air hangs heavy with the smell of wet leaves and slow decay. It presses on you, a blanket of earth and underbrush that fills your lungs. At night, you see deer in every shadow, bounding away into the trees, always away.
Cancer: Deep in the woods, a sheet hangs suspended above a dry riverbed â a cloth which moves like translucent flesh over the stones, bending the light away. A voice trembles on the other side, and a dozen thin hands stretch out for you behind the veil, to cradle you, to pull you home again.
Leo: Blinding days slip slowly into velvet hours, away from the light. Your head comes alive in the dark, a menagerie of sound, full of beating wings and unfurling green. Look into a mirror to see yourself, unfamiliar and intruded upon, a wild animal watching you through your eyes.
Virgo: Itâs another heart, now, shifting beneath your skin â a sleeping thing turning over, restless in its final dream. You become something new on the night that it wakes, and if some searcher calls out your name in the woods, the sound is lost beneath the roar of crickets, forgotten at last.
Libra: Youâll find it lying across the pavement in the dead of night, an inscrutable god whose head curls back as it returns to the ground. It will speak its final secret below the swaying powerlines, through the sizzling static, guttural with grief. Stay until the air goes quiet.
Scorpio: There is something youâve forgotten, though itâs not entirely gone. Trying to remember it now brings a sad sort of pain, an aching in your eyes and arms. Let your hands guide you to something buried beneath the lake, near the shore â entombed in silt, bones that once were yours.
Sagittarius: Visions tear at the corners of your eyes, peeling around the edges. Thereâs something just beneath, another place turned back like a hazy reflection, at once familiar and strange. It comes and goes, hitches your breath, leaves you gazing toward a distant mountain that was never there.
Capricorn: In dreams you hear a language without words, a low humming from deep below the ground, a buzz in the air around you. You wake to find a bitter leaf curled beneath your tongue, and a circlet of grass about your neck. Outside, the world is murmuring, and each sound is like a voice.
Aquarius: At dawn, pillars of white smoke float like phantoms between the trees, flameless and churning among the dry leaves. Count them before they fade in the light of day â they were left for your eyes, a message to mark the days until they return for you. Be waiting outside when they arrive.
Pisces: To your eyes, the sky moves faster than it did before, sweeping clouds across the landscape like breakers on the sea. Your blood feels cold, rushed, and the stars streak across the black mantle above, like tracers behind headlights, like the world is falling away.
Poem Bangkok âThe Rose of Haleftiâ Pre-Fall 2021 Collection
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Dmitri Prigovâs visual poetry
Dmitri Prigov (1940-2007) was a Russian conceptual poet, artist, and dissident. One of the things he is famous for is his ŃŃĐ¸Ń ĐžĐłŃĐ°ĐźĐźŃ (ŃŃĐ¸Ń Â âpoemâ + ĐłŃаППа (âgramâ, a part of words like phonogram or program, from Greek ÎłĎΏΟΟι ârecordingâ))Â
I donât understand much about poetry, and probably neither do you, but I mean look at thatÂ
Đак Ń Đ˛ĐľŃоН! Đак Ń ĐźĐ¸Đť! â How cheerful I am! How nice I am! ХПоŃŃŃ ŃŃдОП â Death is near
ĐĐ˝ винО воŃиŃĐ°Ń â âIn vino veritasâ (Latin), In wine there is truth Рв пиво ŃŃĐž? â And whatâs there in beer?
РнаŃаНо ĐąŃНО ŃНОвО, и ŃНОвО ĐąŃНО Ń ĐОга, и ŃНОвО ĐąŃНО ĐОг (Ńentral circle) â In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God РŃĐ˛ĐľŃ Đ˛Đž ŃŃПо ŃвоŃĐ¸Ń â And the light shines in the darkness
ĐŃНи вŃаг но ŃдаоŃŃŃ, огО ŃниŃŃОМаŃŃ â If the enemy does not surrender, he must be destroyed ĐĐľŃ â No ĐŃаг â Enemy
РвОŃŃŃанŃŃ ĐžĐ˝Đ¸ вŃĐľ иС ПОгиН ŃĐ˛ĐžĐ¸Ń , и ĐżŃиСОвŃŃ Đ˝Đ°Ń Đ˛ŃĐľŃ Đş ĐžŃвоŃŃ â And then they will all rise up from their graves and bring us all to justice
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Dark Fairy Tale Photography of Mothmeister
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Non-native English speakers shouldnât worry too much about finding words that sound the same confusing (brake-break, through-threw) when learning English bc every single person with English as their first language has had the universal experience of using LâOrĂŠal shampoo in the colorful fish bottles at some point when they were kids and believed that âtear-freeâ meant if it gets in your eyes you wonât cry (and learned the meaning of betrayal that day) only to discover later that âtear-freeâ meant your hair wonât get tangled and it will be easier to brush out and not your eyes wonât burn with the fires of hell if it gets in them soooo....
imagine being the guy who discovered microorganisms trying to explain to people that you promise there are millions of little secret guys on everything