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ANDY WARHOL / "RORSCHACH" / 1984 [acrylic on canvas | 90 x 70"]

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Scott Daniel Ellison

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‘Autumn Window’

Sam Wolfe Connelly

graphite and carbon

My piece for the ’Otherworld’ show at Roq La Rue, which opened on June 6th. 

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The Galena Evening Times, Kansas, January 18, 1900

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Franz Sedlacek - Lied in der Dämmerung (Song in the Twilight), 1931

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‘Portrait Of Edvard Munch’ by Akseli Gallen-Kallela, c. 1895.

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Human Shell, painting by Steven Russell Black

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"Many attempts have been made to describe Discordianism. Many attempts have failed. Discordianism is a philosophy some have described it as like Daoism but funnier. Some people think Discordians take serious things humorously. That is not quite true; rather, we take humorous things seriously."

- Malaclypse The Younger

"Organized things cause Disorder. Disorganized things cry for Order. The colorful and flashy get noticed. The wary and wise wear camouflage. A mindfuck of epic proportions only happens when no one notices the set-up. Most games are won when using misdirection. Let other people wave their flags and storm the riot shields. You're not playing that game; those game rules were written by Authority. There is no way you can win at that. The wise spags learn all the rules, and then write different games. They create the Illusion that best fits their situation,and doing so, win."

- Chao te ching, Cramulus and LMNO

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ketzal_coatl

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Expiration Date by apelure

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A Serpent and a Heart by Jana Heidersdorf

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The Cat and the Moon

The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, For, wander and wail as he would, The pure cold light in the sky Troubled his animal blood. Minnaloushe runs in the grass Lifting his delicate feet. Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance? When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance? Maybe the moon may learn, Tired of that courtly fashion, A new dance turn. Minnaloushe creeps through the grass From moonlit place to place, The sacred moon overhead Has taken a new phase. Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils Will pass from change to change, And that from round to crescent, From crescent to round they range? Minnaloushe creeps through the grass Alone, important and wise, And lifts to the changing moon His changing eyes.

[W. B. Yeats]

prints at society6

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There was something you were hiding, on the night you ran away.

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strange omens gather at the end of the street

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By Delic Saike