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Monday is laundry day
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

ellievsbear

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

if i look back, i am lost
Not today Justin
Three Goblin Art
Cosmic Funnies

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

titsay

PR's Tumblrdome
RMH

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Kiana Khansmith

oozey mess

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Jules of Nature

Janaina Medeiros
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@thelastcinema
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Monday is laundry day
The way he’s packing meat front to back, swinging that shit around, making it jiggle, putting it all on display…
Hi 🐒
This is just an Al's hands blog. Duh.
The writing lives elsewhere:
@angleafterangel
wink, wink
Little ghost! 👻 Photo from my collection, 1964.
this picture haunts me
Julia Mordvinova Gilje (Russian/Norvegian)
Katten (The Cat), Edvard Munch, 1897
Drypoint/wove paper
Cocktail hour
All My Own Stunts
Josh [Homme] comes and sings on this one. He’s very dominant, his voice. When you record his voice it just sort of leaps out, it’s great. What else can I tell you about that one? It’s got another reference to cowboy films. It just says, “I’ve been watching cowboy films on gloomy afternoons” which were something I were doing at the time. It’s also where we let ourselves have a bit of a wig-out.
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Alex Prager
Mark Hamill and Carrie Fisher in Oslo filming The Empire Strikes Back, 1979
Reckless Serenade
"I think this sort of sounds the best. I really like the recording of this one, I think it’s come out the best. It’s just a love song I suppose. In terms of the sound I guess some of the stuff we were listening to was like the Pixies. And having the drums quite tough, that comes across on that tune a bit."
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Crepuscule
by E.E. Cummings
i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls Will i complete the mystery of my flesh I will rise After a thousand years lipping flowers And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
Clare Mcallister (b 1988)
Sphinx Moth Moon Garden
watercolour, gouache
Tsunenobu Namiki ( b 1949 Japan) Path of Leaves
‘Till Death do Us Part Norway