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I just realized I've nvr drawn mutiny duo before

#“am I a mutiny duo piled” I say as I've nvr touched my zam design #I don't think I've send and drawing of my zam design #weeellll #wjoopsjes #I'll draw mutiny duo trust..#🍅🍅🍅🍅

"I give my heart to you. You've won it, fair and square."

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29 - TOWER

Movie: Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

My childhood was suffused with Monty Python. While Mum wasn’t dead keen on my seeing Flying Circus (all of it), nor any of the films (particularly not Life of Brian, which she, I think fairly, deemed blasphemous), my father could not be stopped. After all, he was very into Python, and had been since they started working, as he was very much precisely of that era and background. Monty Python shaped my childhood sense of humour (being surreal, slightly macabre, and deeply puerile) but also was a way to bond with my father.

Re-watching Flying Circus, it is nearly intolerable, with sketches that I loved and that have stayed with me, sandwiched between thick white slices of homophobia, racism and misogyny. People bluster that it’s “of its time”, but I can’t help but see Graham Chapman, reciting homophobic “joke” after homophobic “joke”, where the punchline is just that gay men are monstrous, repugnant perverts, and remember that he drank himself to death. It’s only tolerably “of its time” to the people who the jokes don’t affect. I think in shame of how much bigotry tiny child me absorbed as being, not just normal, but funny and laudable.

Holy Grail is a shining grail-shaped beacon for me in the Python back catalogue. Every rewatch feels like coming home. It made me prefer the way 70s movies looked and felt, it settled in me certain basic aesthetic favourites (such as large black towers against glowing, iridescent sky), and set me up with a timelessly obnoxious default dialogue. I literally know the entire script by heart (don’t test me, once I’ve begun I shan’t stop). It’s better and funnier than Life of Brian, and that’s one of the five hills I’ll die on.

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I learned to love from watching gardens sink into the dirt when winter came again. Watched sun time valley heart get dark, caught my lip on the crack in the mug. My type of passion is drowsy, slow like hot days, like no wind, I take care of my body, my backyard raspberry plants, how long till you get tired of cutting your hands on my life, how long until you realize I’m all root. You can wash away the love you carry, you can let it die with the compost, with the grass, when it’s the summer and the cherry tree blooms again They watch us like they still sleep in the same bed, like I won’t get caught up in seasons and like the cold won’t kill you too. But maybe it’s just the rain.

“Slept On The Couch” 5/7/17 (E.K.C)

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