David Dastmalchian at the 2018 Big Slick

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David Dastmalchian at the 2018 Big Slick
It’s Fingers in the Wound Friday
Sire Ginkgo helm by Jean-Michel Bihorel
Designs by Angus Tsui for his Fall 2026 runway
sub this dom that. what if they are both completely chained to their devotion to each other. they’re rendered powerless by it. nobody is driving the bus.
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You're about to learn VERY quickly if it isn't
ok computer show me men in pain
St Sebastian, (Detail), (c. 1716-1718), by Antonio Bellucci (Italian, 1654 - 1726), oil on canvas, 144.7 × 134.3 cm (56.96 x 52.87 in), Dulwich Picture Gallery, London
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so much moaninggggggg and creaming
I MEAN SCREAMING
I tried hard to make it work,
Kissed her where she said it hurt
But I was always underneath.
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It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing experience of longing, a restlessness sometimes, but not inevitably, played out romantically, or sexually. Always there seems something ahead, the next poem or story, visible, at least, apprehensible, but unreachable. To perceive it all is to be haunted by it; some sound, some tone, becomes a torment—the poem embodying that sound, seems to exist somewhere already finished. It's like a lighthouse, except that, as one swims toward it, it backs away.
Louise Glück, from "Education of the Poet" in Proofs & Theories - Essays on Poetry
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