It's frustrating that this has become a chess piece in USA reactionary thinking and that the obvious questions of why and how that stem from this aphorism are never followed up on. Although I'm afraid that its more likely that people flat out don't care enough to ask or have the awareness to ask, or both and then some other depressing third thing.
Healthcare is a human right! End the genocide! Free Palestine!
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plenty of sea in the fish or some shit like that idfk
John Caple (British, born 1966) Wild Horse, Full Moon, 2015 Acrylic on canvas
Javier Arizmendi-Kalb (Mexican, b. 1960s), JUNTO AL HUMO, 2022. Oil and oil crayon on canvas, 72 x 60 in.
It's the Martyr's Prize Diamond gaze Eyes like pimples simple Simon I gotta make ends meet skim the water line like I'm taking a seat Saving my tears for the marginal me and the me that was made to eat me
Ayyyyy but give the pamphlet thank god, it's a dress code nothing bad happens to hamlet said I, among the nonfiction fates thank god for these men and their women the women who operates to realize her own oppression her own demise confessions to concessions til the fins congregate til they take us to heaven without the lessons This is how we destroy we this is how we forsake we we been dead for weeks tools for the fool and weak tools from the master subscription code inheritance of the meek never get old fire for thine eyes hooked without the hook you made it this far, look you've been dead for weeks happy feet disappearing in god fearing tar buy a bigger car never get old
Eleni R
The figure of yourself (name redacted) appears at the corner of Aesthetics and Nostalgia
So the roulette wheel of impressions disappears behind curtains where on stage, who should near
The stranger to yourself who inhabits your stare above, beneath With teeth like plastic chairs
The figure of yourself (name reviled) desires their gruesome styles and their teeth and perfect hairs
repeat as needed, yourself (name unimportant) will see the curse a message you will not heed
repeat as needed, yourself (arguably? who cares?) will see that this is the only way, to feel
Eleni R
again and again and again and again
ᴇᴢʀᴀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴋᴇᴀᴛs Artwork from his 1962 book The Snowy Day.
Aino-Maija Metsola ( b.1983 Finland) ‘Ahdinparta (Cladophora)’ 2019
watercolour, gouache and ink on paper