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Robin Williams in Issey Miyake on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno (1997)
Christine Hong - Lighter, 2025 - Acrylic, Gouache, and Modeling Paste
Seen in Bethlehem

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always thinking of that “i couldn’t stop wasting time” quote
song of the summer!!
We Have Not Long To Love, Tennessee Williams
‘Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.’
Words by Clementine Von Radics
“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets.
Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”
–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

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BOB HICOK
text ID: THE EULOGY I DIDN'T GIVE (XXIV)
My younger brother was afraid of thunder, lightning. My father bought a recording of storms, put it on the stereo, and rocked on the love seat with my brother over and over, until the sound meant comfort, warmth. Much later, my brother became obsessed with meteorology and dreamed of becoming a weatherman. When I finally connected the early fear with the later passion, we were looking down at my father in his coffin. Not my father but his body. More like an echo of his flesh. No weather on his face. I’d seen him often in a suit but never wearing a vest. Pajamas would have made more sense. The soft rain of the talking all around us was a cocoon I wanted to live inside. I heard the metronome of my heart and thought of Quakers waiting for silence to open its mouth. Of the hope just below the surface of the phrase, keeping time. - Bob Hicok
Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone, Wyoming (1906) by Thomas Moran
Bloodbuzz Ohio, by The National
Lay my head on the hood of your car I take it too far
Oman Cat Stamp Collection (1973)
lets go to sleep with mama

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miss you. would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi