Marlon Brando in ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’, 1951 - GIFs
I have to reblog this because I love this performance so much. Brando really is THE man.
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Paralysed by fear and self loathing.
There was a Bear.
There was a Bear. The Bear was thickset and brown and lived in a vast pine forest. At night, the forest was so dark and the trees so dense that not a single star was ever seen by the Bear. When the sun rose, tiny pockets of light fell through the conifer needles and formed constellations on the forest floor. The Bear, like his forest, was vast. Wide shoulders set strong over slab like paws. It was fortunate that the Bear was so well grown, because inside of him he harboured a large hollow. The hollow stretched from the Bears solar plexus down to his deepest belly breath. Only stillness and brute strength contained the hollow within the Bear.
The Bear was walking through the forest; he came across a small slip of a stream. The ribbon of water was mirrored by an identically proportioned break in the canopy above. Light flowed through the gap in the canopy and bathed the stream in an iridescent light. The Bear dipped his paw in the radiance. First one paw and then another, the bear began to slowly wade into the stream. Water rose up over the Bear’s front and rear haunches, his broad shoulders, his powerful jaw and finally his snout. Light poured into the Bears nostrils. Sunshine flowed between the Bear’s teeth. The Bear’s lungs swelled with fresh clear water. Every empty inch of the Bear’s heavy frame was filled. There was no breath, and no hollow.
Response to Lear
I got my exam papers back. This is what I wrote as a critical response to King Lear by William Shakespeare:
The old fools hip to the young fools jive/jibe/suicide? No tongues cut out there + bleeding EYEBALL sockets + letters everywhere. Was anyone keeping count? Anyway the old Bards queer, but it’s unclear just what amount. Amounts to felt hats and pointy toes/liederhose/naked from head to toes + poor Tom is cold! The man is turning blue and right on cue/the goddamn blind leading the mad huh? And you have got to get a sense of perspective cos the great wheel ain’t even visible from space + never mind the ever expanding universe (galaxy clusters like the misfiring neurons in Mr. Lear’s mind) this shit is finitely small/why bother? At any rate certain misguided individuals were without a shadow of a doubt dragged up the hill and pulled right down again. The great wheel is a goddamn hoax! Tom’s friend was actually the angel Michael slinking hip around crappy coffee houses so that everyone had to know about it + kept all cliffs at a happy distance/welcome to Dover! Do you squiny at me?
Lucid Dream
So this happened to me last night. Clocks worked fine, I’m afraid to say. In fact, if it wasn’t for the time on the clock I would have never realised I was in a dream - working a shift I wouldn’t normally work. At this point, the lucid dreamer in me made the logical choice and I hopped up on the counter of Tank Juice bar and smashed all the customers with oranges before promptly making an oven appear and having a mean feed.
Apparently other lucid dreamers just have a whole lot of fantasy sex… guess I had more pressing concerns.
10-15% seems a bit low to me. Obviously the speed and meth figures are more concerning, but I’m way beyond the point of being able to take anti-cannibis shit seriously.
“That kind of attitude we’ve got to change, because cannabis is a gateway drug and it does lead onto the likes of methamphetamine or heroin or other types of drugs.”
HAH, no, go away.
GATEWAY DRUG! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAAHHA
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Kill your idols before they kill themselves.
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Introducing Action Simon! My fantastic hand made Christmas present from Ari & Emiko. They hatched the idea after my 17 month old son Milo started calling an action man figure Dada. Awesome.
This is what the lovely Emiko and me made for my brother’s Christmas present.
Horrific dream
I just dreamt that I was losing my mind. It has to be up there on the list of most horrific things my brain has ever done to me. I couldn’t escape the dream either. I was calling out to Emiko when I thought I was verging on waking and it appeared she was standing at the opposite end of the room in her green dress. I couldn’t get a clear look at her though… Earlier I was getting out of my car when it began to fill with smoke from the malfunctioning cigarette lighter - my brother simon tried to explain to me what was going on but nothing he said made any sense. Simon ending up whispering nonsense in my ear. According to a conversation between my mother and aunty Jo, the hotel was not taking responsibility for the damage to their room - because of my condition… Emiko had already gotten out of bed so no recourse. People either avoided my questions or seemed to be forming totally nonsensical sentences.
I feel very shaken. The whole experience was strange and terrible.
"Its the year to be hated. So glad that we made it!"
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