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this is your sign to look for a pawn shop (old ppl usually know a spot) and dig through the stuff for half an hour and buy some random trinket for under 100 tomans
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this is your sign to look for a pawn shop (old ppl usually know a spot) and dig through the stuff for half an hour and buy some random trinket for under 100 tomans
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پیدیاف ژورنال آسفال که ذوق کردم وقتی پیداش کردم و بعد فهمیدم فرانسویه 😭
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پیدیاف ژورنال آسفال که ذوق کردم وقتی پیداش کردم و بعد فهمیدم فرانسویه 😭
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a passage from deathconsciousness album booklet
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a passage from deathconsciousness album booklet
With a terrifying, croaking voice like that of a crow and a dog and a man bent together, the prophet announced that the crops would no longer grow; that the women would no longer give birth; that the children would fall asleep and never wake up; that the men would lose their sight, and then their legs, lie limp on the ground without being able to see what was around them, powerless to move away as the animals came down the mountain to devour them; that the women would have all protruding pieces of flesh removed, breasts, ears, noses, lips, fingers and toes, that their hair would grow long and would be trampled under their own feet, constantly tangling their legs and forcing them to shuffle slowly from place to place, that they would lose their memory and not be able to remember where their homes were, who their husbands were, would no longer recognize the faces of their children to bury them; that only one among them, only one would live, unharmed; and that that person would be chosen by simple, random chance. That there would be no reason to it at all; that there was no way to affect the outcome.
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Rock art in Spain's Altamira Cave, drawn approx. 36,000 years ago, probably by Cro-Magnons, according to the American Institute of the Humanities.
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Rock art in Spain's Altamira Cave, drawn approx. 36,000 years ago, probably by Cro-Magnons, according to the American Institute of the Humanities.
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We see with memory.
DH - In a photograph it’s the same time on every part of the surface. That’s not true in a painting; it’s not true even in a painting made from a photograph. That makes a considerable difference. It’s why you can’t look at a photograph for too long. In the end, it is just a fraction of a second, so you don’t see the subject in layers. The portrait of me by Lucian Freud took a hundred and twenty hours of sittings and you see all that time layered into the painting. That’s why it’s infinitely more interesting than a photograph.
David Hockney - A History of Pictures
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LXXXVIII
Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet,
Rings Eden thro' the budded quicks,
O tell me where the senses mix,
O tell me where the passions meet,
Whence radiate: fierce extremes employ
Thy spirits in the darkening leaf,
And in the midmost heart of grief
Thy passion clasps a secret joy:
And I—my harp would prelude woe—
I cannot all command the strings;
The glory of the sum of things
Will flash along the chords and go.
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LXXXVIII
Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet,
Rings Eden thro' the budded quicks,
O tell me where the senses mix,
O tell me where the passions meet,
Whence radiate: fierce extremes employ
Thy spirits in the darkening leaf,
And in the midmost heart of grief
Thy passion clasps a secret joy:
And I—my harp would prelude woe—
I cannot all command the strings;
The glory of the sum of things
Will flash along the chords and go.
for: @theUltimateLifeFormHuman
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this photographers view of nightlife reminds me of your colorful vision :)
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this photographers view of nightlife reminds me of your colorful vision :)
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