A disturbing universe.
I found no love in the hollowed-out belly of a dead elk. Just warmth, and quiet. But then the questions: ‘Hey, why are you in the hollowed-out belly of a dead elk? Are you in there because of love?’ And always, ‘You know if you’re homeless, man, you cannot sleep there.’ There is no love in writing about love, only a deadline.
  • furtho

    Wang Shuangquan’s photograph of opthalmologists, Taiwan, 1962 (via here)

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    "Fluid as water, brilliant as silver, heavier than lead, mercury spills through a mine worker's fingers."

    National Geographic

    October 1972

    ph. Robert W. Madden

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    Théodore Chassériau - Mesdemoiselles Chassériau (1843)

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  • augustpoem

    I replied to your message in my head several days ago did you not get it

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  • carrefouretrange

    Programme des Folies Bergères, non daté, dessin d’O’kley (probablement) (scan)

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  • nevver

    Looney Tunes Backgrounds

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    The lights are up, John Thatcher

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  • vangoghcore

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    by laupopx

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  • zegalba

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    Roy Rimmer: Owl Overhead (2015)

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