manifestations

"okay lads, double bubbles all around."
-eric

(Source: palaverin)

Leonora Carrington
(via biblioklept)
“She does not stay in New York long. She is soon gone—back to her hills and the ruckus of the dog packs, and the cage where her fox waits. He sleeps in the bed next to her at night. ‘He buried his chicken bones in my hair.’”
George Plimpton
Jerzy Mazuś

Two pair of brogans went along the rows.
     You aint goin to believe this.
     Knowin you for a born liar I most probably wont.
     Somebody has been fuckin my watermelons.
     What?
     I said somebody has been .  .  .
     No. No. Hell no. Damn you if you aint got a warped mind.
     I’m tellin you .  .  .
     I dont want to hear it.
     Looky here.
     And here.
     They went along the outer row of the melonpatch. He stopped to nudge a melon with his toe. Yellowjackets snarled in the seepage. Some were ruined a good time past and lay soft with rot, wrinkled with imminent collapse.
     It does look like it, dont it?
     I’m tellin ye I seen him. I didnt know what the hell was goin on when he dropped his drawers. Then when I seen what he was up to I still didnt believe it. But yonder they lay.
     What you aim to do?
     Hell, I dont know. It’s about too late to do anything. He’s damn near screwed the whole patch. I dont see why he couldnt of stuck to just one. Or a few.
     Well, I guess he takes himself for a lover. Sort of like a sailor in a whorehouse.
     I reckon what it was he didnt take to the idea of gettin bit on the head of his pecker by one of them waspers. I suppose he showed good judgment there.
     What was he, just a young feller?
     I dont know about how young he was but he was as active a feller as I’ve seen in a good while.
     Well. I dont reckon he’ll be back.
     I dont know. A man fast as he is ought not to be qualmy about goin anywheres he took a notion. To steal or whatever.
     What if he does come back?
     I’ll catch him if he does.
     And then what?
     Well. I dont know. Be kindly embarrassin now I think about it.
     I’d get some work out of him is what I’d do.
     Ought to, I reckon. I dont know.
     You reckon to call the sheriff?
     And tell him what?
     They were walking slowly along the rows.
     It’s just the damndest thing I ever heard of. Aint it to you? What are you grinnin at? It aint funny. A thing like that. To me it aint.

Two pair of brogans went along the rows.

     You aint goin to believe this.

     Knowin you for a born liar I most probably wont.

     Somebody has been fuckin my watermelons.

     What?

     I said somebody has been .  .  .

     No. No. Hell no. Damn you if you aint got a warped mind.

     I’m tellin you .  .  .

     I dont want to hear it.

     Looky here.

     And here.

     They went along the outer row of the melonpatch. He stopped to nudge a melon with his toe. Yellowjackets snarled in the seepage. Some were ruined a good time past and lay soft with rot, wrinkled with imminent collapse.

     It does look like it, dont it?

     I’m tellin ye I seen him. I didnt know what the hell was goin on when he dropped his drawers. Then when I seen what he was up to I still didnt believe it. But yonder they lay.

     What you aim to do?

     Hell, I dont know. It’s about too late to do anything. He’s damn near screwed the whole patch. I dont see why he couldnt of stuck to just one. Or a few.

     Well, I guess he takes himself for a lover. Sort of like a sailor in a whorehouse.

     I reckon what it was he didnt take to the idea of gettin bit on the head of his pecker by one of them waspers. I suppose he showed good judgment there.

     What was he, just a young feller?

     I dont know about how young he was but he was as active a feller as I’ve seen in a good while.

     Well. I dont reckon he’ll be back.

     I dont know. A man fast as he is ought not to be qualmy about goin anywheres he took a notion. To steal or whatever.

     What if he does come back?

     I’ll catch him if he does.

     And then what?

     Well. I dont know. Be kindly embarrassin now I think about it.

     I’d get some work out of him is what I’d do.

     Ought to, I reckon. I dont know.

     You reckon to call the sheriff?

     And tell him what?

     They were walking slowly along the rows.

     It’s just the damndest thing I ever heard of. Aint it to you? What are you grinnin at? It aint funny. A thing like that. To me it aint.

Stevan Živadinović
Stan Brakhage

Dario Argento

(Source: attackofthegiantants, via katzova)

(Source: palaverin)

(Source: palaverin)

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