Look out! Look out! Pink elephants on parade

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“Humdrum Town” - Theophilus London (2010)

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Pier off of the Treasure Coast of Florida, near Hutchinson Island

Pier off of the Treasure Coast of Florida, near Hutchinson Island

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Jeanne Eagels in The Letter (1929, dir. Jean de Limur)

“My retribution is greater. With all my heart, I still love the man I killed.”
-W. Somerset Maugham, The Letter (1925)

Jeanne Eagels in The Letter (1929, dir. Jean de Limur)

“My retribution is greater. With all my heart, I still love the man I killed.”

-W. Somerset Maugham, The Letter (1925)

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The answer is, “No, I cannot get enough Ladysmith Black Mambazo”.

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There’s a solution for this: booze.

There’s a solution for this: booze.

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One Great Leap Forward

One Great Leap Forward

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“Man or Muppet,” Best Original Song

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I am the life-force power of the universe. I am the life-force power of the 50 trillion beautiful molecular geniuses that make up my form, at one with all that is.”

Martin, for sharing this, I thank you.

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“Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.”
—  William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury  (1929)

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Michael Bastian FW12/13

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“I love sounds just as they are.”

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To a Minor Poet of 1899 (Borges)

To leave a verse concerning the sad hour

that awaits us at the limit of the day,

to bind your name to its sorrowful date

of gold and of vague shade. That’s what you wanted.

With what passion as the day drew to its close

you labored on and on at the strange verse

that, until the universe disperses,

would confirm the hour of the strange blue.

I do not know if you ever succeeded

nor, vague elder brother, if you existed,

but I am alone and want oblivion

to restore your fleeting shade to days

in the supreme already worn-out effort

of words wherein the evening may yet be.

[Translation: C. Tomlinson]

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Who are the wild things in our lives?

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