Reckon | The Whole World's a Stage

"Civilization is entirely the product of phonetic literacy. As it dissolves with the electronic revolution, we rediscover a tribal integral awareness that manifests itself in a complete shift in our sensory lives....This new electronic environment itself constitutes an inner trip, collectively, without benefit of drugs. The impulse to use hallucinogens is a kind of empathy with the electronic environment." - Marshall McLuhan

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April 1, 09
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elephantsinthecity:


texturism:
james gulliver hancock | mixing media nicely!
i love hands.
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texturism:
james gulliver hancock | mixing media nicely!
i love hands.

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texturism:

james gulliver hancock | mixing media nicely!

i love hands.

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lizziejeanne:mysaladdays:


I’m starting to read the signs…


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lizziejeanne:mysaladdays:


I’m starting to read the signs…
shinichiro:

Nice Day! » Delicious Photograph 2009.04.02shinichiro:

Nice Day! » Delicious Photograph 2009.04.02
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Suburra :: Photography Servedshinichiro:

Suburra :: Photography Served
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Pamela Tait

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Pamela Tait
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長谷川京子寫真『 Key Of Life 』 - WRETCHmichi66f:

長谷川京子寫真『 Key Of Life 』 - WRETCH
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Meshes of the Afternoon (1943), Maya Deren


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sugarblog:

Meshes of the Afternoon (1943), Maya Deren

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Meshes of the Afternoon (1943), Maya Deren
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“Neither the flag nor the wind is moving, it is MIND that moves.”

—“Zen” fUSION Anomaly.
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fixoid:

TIME Magazine Cover: Cyberspace - Mar. 1, 1995 - Internet - Computers - Science & Technology
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TIME Magazine Cover: Cyberspace - Mar. 1, 1995 - Internet - Computers - Science & Technology
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Fuck you, world. I am coming.
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Fuck you, world. I am coming.

ronenreblogs:

twink:(via elvisdepressley)

Fuck you, world. I am coming.

“Art is the lie that reveals the truth”

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shinichiro:

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Brickstone Personalities (via aremac)

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Brickstone Personalities (via aremac)
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“A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages.”

—Tennessee Williams (via smut-to-go) (via merricat)
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Ron Arad, US bookshelf design
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Ron Arad, US bookshelf design
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Ron Arad, US bookshelf design

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“Anyone can become angry—that is easy. But to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right way—this is not easy.”

—Aristotle (via psychotherapy) (via missworld) (via thresca)
caseyadam:

Hunting with Barracudas: How I Survived Hollywood and Learned to Love the Maddest, Baddest Agent in Town by Chris Snyder
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Hunting with Barracudas: How I Survived Hollywood and Learned to Love the Maddest, Baddest Agent in Town by Chris Snyder

caseyadam:

Hunting with Barracudas: How I Survived Hollywood and Learned to Love the Maddest, Baddest Agent in Town by Chris Snyder
kenmat:

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“I know we can’t give each other any more
or any less than what we have.
There is a safety in that, so much
that I can never get past the packing,
the begging you to please, if I can’t make you happy,
come close between my thighs
and let me laugh for you from my second mouth.”