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Just sold another lovely copy of my 1 hour mix of Pagan Moon which also contains a subtle, warm bi-lateral pulse (E.M.D.R.); great for de-stress, healing from P.T.S.D. or making love to your favorite loved one! What a steal at just a buck for a whole hour of healing music. Thank you J. Note; the pulse is best heard listening with headphones.

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Hey! New paul dano fan here and I have a question since you seem to know a lot about him! Does he state anywhere his political stance? is he left or right orr? gotta know b4 i simp hard for this mans

It is not explicitly said anywhere if he is left or right, politically, he is not active on social media. Although I would say he is on the left!

An actor's roles do not always reflect who they are or what they believe. Although Paul Dano has stated he is very particular when choosing his characters. He has played multiple queer characters such as Louis Ives (ending not the best for her) from The Extra Man, Hank Thompson from Swiss Army Man where he kisses another man, and I know the fanbase has opinions on Eli Sunday from There Will Be Blood being queer lol

He talks about, Zoe Kazan, his long-time girlfriend in a very respectful and equal manner. And has said how women aren't given enough credit when they are good mothers but a father can get the title good easily in comparison. (And he is a father!) He always talks about how intelligent and creative Zoe is. Complimenting her mind and not her appearance (although he has, as he should, because she is beautiful) How men talk about their significant other is a big indicator of who they are.

Zoe Kazan is active on Twitter and she is very left and politically correct. She retweets articles about inclusivity, books written by minority groups to promote them, and discusses the issues in the entertainment industry in regards to race, feminism, and opportunities. They have been together for over 10 years so they probably share similar beliefs.

Also, Paul listens to Mitski, Sufjan Stevens, and Frankie Cosmos lol I don't think a right person would do that 😎

There are a lot of people, especially famous people, that pretend to be caring and kind but aren't. But there is no doubt in my mind that Paul Dano is an outstanding human being (although flawed because everyone is) ❤️

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TDP 827: Torchwood - Gods Among Us Volume 1 from @BigFinish

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  6.1. TORCHWOOD: GOD AMONG US PART 1

    6.1. TORCHWOOD: GOD AMONG US PART 1Torchwood: God Among Us Part 1RELEASED OCTOBER 2018 Synopsis

When a God comes to Cardiff, the world goes to Hell.

6.1 Future Pain by James Goss Torchwood pick up the pieces and move on. After all, there’s a whole new set of alien threats to deal with. While Yvonne Hartman is asserting her authority as the new leader of Torchwood, Jack Harkness is hunting an alien god in the sewers – but what’s he really hiding from?

6.2 The Man Who Destroyed Torchwood by Guy Adams Brent Hayden. To some he’s the darling of the alt-right, to others he’s a far-left crusader. A lot of people watch his videos, hang off his every word. Crisis actors? Conspiracies? Black Ops? Brent knows you deserve the truth. And Brent’s come to Cardiff, because he’s going to expose Torchwood. Don’t forget to Like and Subscribe.

6.3 See No Evil by John Dorney Cardiff goes blind. There’s a hunter out there in the darkness. With no escape, and the screaming getting louder, Jack Harkness and Yvonne Hartman each set out to save the city in their own ways.

6.4 Night Watch by Tim Foley The Black Sun has come through the Rift. When it visits, sleep comes with it. Orr is the guardian, appointed to watch over the city while it slumbers. What will they find as they wander the streets? Who are the lost souls, trapped with their demons? Who are the ones fighting even sleep? Who are the broken meeting their dreams?

Written By: James Goss, Guy Adams, John Dorney, Tim FoleyDirected By: Scott Handcock

CastJohn Barrowman (Captain Jack Harkness), Tracy-Ann Oberman (Yvonne Hartman), Paul Clayton (Mr Colchester), Alexandria Riley (Ng), Samantha Béart (Orr), Jonny Green (Tyler Steele), Tom Price (Sergeant Andy Davidson), Rachel Atkins (Ro-Jedda), Ramon Tikaram (Colin Colchester-Price), Jacqueline King (Mourner), Tom Forrister (Brent), Dominic Thorburn (Chip), Adam Turns (Old Man), Connor Calland (David), Jonnie Smith (Tim), Justin Davies (Scott), Karen Elli (Brent's Mum), Laura Singleton (Celebrant), Melanie Stevens (Julia), Ri Richards (Shopper). Other parts played by members of the cast.

Torchwood contains adult material and may not be suitable for younger listeners

Producer James GossScript Editor Scott HandcockExecutive

Producers Jason Haigh-Ellery and Nicholas Briggs

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Box Office: ‘Glass’ Stays Victorious, ‘Kid Who Would Be King,’ ‘Serenity’ Bomb

LOS ANGELES (Variety.com) – M. Night Shyamalan’s “Glass” easily maintained its reign in North America, adding $19 million during its second weekend of release for a domestic tally of $73.5 million.

Actor Bruce Willis attends the European premiere of “Glass” in London, Britain January 9, 2019. REUTERS/Henry Nicholls

Despite a steep 53 percent decline, the weekend haul of “Glass” was enough to top box office charts as newcomers “The Kid Who Would Be King” and “Serenity” fell flat.

Working Title and 20th Century Fox’s “The Kid Who Would Be King” earned $7 million when it debuted in 3,531 venues, a potentially disastrous result for a film that cost over $60 million before taking marketing into account. The family friendly film, directed by Joe Cornish, came in at the low end of expectations and opened at No. 4 despite positive reviews.

“Sometimes you make a really good movie and you have trouble connecting with a broad audience,” said Chris Aronson, Fox’s head of domestic distribution. The only competition of the PG front in coming weeks is “The Lego Movie 2.” The Warner Bros.’ animated sequel opens on Feb. 8 and is eyeing a domestic debut around $55 million. Fox recently had massive success with “Bohemian Rhapsody,” the Oscar-nominated Queen biopic that earned over $800 million globally, but the King Arthur adaptation might signal a sour ending for the studio as Fox prepares to merge with Disney in the coming months.

While “The Kid Who Would Be King” was at least able to crack the top five, Aviron Pictures’ “Serenity” was not as fortunate. The neo-noir thriller starring Matthew McConaughey and Anne Hathaway launched at No. 8, faltering with just $4.8 million from 2,561 locations. Steven Knight wrote and directed the movie, which certainly didn’t benefit from disastrous reviews. It holds a 22 percent on Rotten Tomatoes and a D+ CinemaScore. Global Road financed the film for $25 million before filing for bankruptcy late last year.

A number of holdovers rounded out domestic box office charts. STXfilms and Lantern Entertainment’s “The Upside” nabbed second place again, bringing in $12.24 million from 3,377 locations. That marks a drop of just 18 percent and puts the comedic drama at $63 million after three weeks.

Warner Bros.’ “Aquaman” secured third place with $7.3 million during its sixth week of release. Directed by James Wan and starring Jason Momoa, the superhero adventure is now the largest DC movie ever and the third-biggest Warner Bros. movie of all time. It has crossed $1.09 billion globally, with $316 million of that bounty coming from domestic markets.

Meanwhile, Sony’s “Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse” landed at No. 5 with $6.3 million. The animated web-slinging adventure, now an Oscar nominee for best animated feature, has generated $169 million in North America.

Elsewhere, a handful of awards contenders that scored Oscar nods last week saw a box office boost. Universal’s “Green Book,” which nabbed five nominations including best picture, picked up $5.8 million when it expanded to 2,430 locations. The road-trip drama starring Viggo Mortensen and Mahershala Ali has now earned $49 million in the States.

“Overall three-day gross is up 150 percent over last weekend,” said Jim Orr, Universal’s president of domestic distribution. “Just more evidence of the great word-of-mouth and goodwill that ‘Green Book’ is generating with audiences across North America.”

Fox Searchlight’s royal drama “The Favourite” also added to its theater count this weekend, pocketing $2.4 million from 1,540 screens. The absurdist period piece — co-starring Olivia Colman, Emma Stone, and Rachel Weisz — generated a leading 10 nominations (tying with Alfonso Cuaron’s “Roma”). Yorgos Lanthimos directed the movie, which has made $26 million to date.

“Bohemian Rhapsody” saw a similar rise in ticket sales, drumming up $2.4 million in its 13th week of release for a domestic tally of $205 million.

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Gentrification Genocide

(Four sketches)

c. 2017 by Steven Orr

 I.  Having survived AIDS, a gay-bashing, 9-11, Sandy and an endless stream of queens posing as no-show clients, I wonder if this latest wave of too-close-for-comfort gentrification will be my own, personal, genocidal Swan Song? Tonight, while riding my bike like the crazed, clowning pterodactyl, I found myself breathily imitating a very feminized bicycle bell. “Ding-ding” one moment; and the next, I’m screaming like a wolf-crazed banshee as I fly past a very proper, chic and rich-looking woman, giving her quite a start! Indignantly, she screams “Oh my God!” in a belting, masculine voice tinged with a Valley-girl accent. This happens just off 7th Street and First Avenue and I pedal on gleefully, half ashamed for my acting out; and half empowered and self-congratulatory for my anarchistic tendencies, praying and hoping that maybe, just maybe this entitled-acting cannibal is one of the new billionaire zombies inhabiting the crystal cardboard and obtuse glass towers on the eastside of Avenue A between 6th and 7th; or the newly renovated Shul four doors west of my man cave. Oh, you know, that confusing condo/synagogue, half place of worship, half billionaire-broken-hearted-haunt of the ghost of the big Rabbi with the swarmy, philandering son, also named Sandy; the one who finagled, then sold off the temple’s rights for close to a billion dollars.

 II. In the morning, do not fear, I tell myself, for those monstrous explosions are merely the renovation of De Maria’s former studio, semi-formerly a Con-Ed substation; now currently being magically transformed into the billionaire Brant’s private museum. Ordinary neighborhood citizens will not be allowed access to the beatific garden growing between 421 E. 6th St., and cutting straight through to 7th Street, like a slender, cold, fish knife slices through a babe’s beating heart, nor will they be allowed into the private storage space where priceless, insipid and modern works of art will be stored and kept; available only for private viewing to the coterie of fellow billionaires, stars and their kingly cronies. Cannibalize yourselves, you lowly 99%, suffer the noise! Let the new money frighten away the former spirit guides and the friendly semi-wild gypsy cats that once played and sang and danced in between these dishwater-lit toy tenements of beer and dreams and young strains of songwriters’ guitars and falling in love with the moonbeam dreams of East Village hungry-hearts and shadowy leather lovers; for the new owners of this house of bomb-sounding billions was seeking a location and tax-write off in an edgy, creative neighborhood, so here we are! He sought to color his taste in architecture with the pronoun “creative”. Oh you poor 99%, you starving nothings. Yes, you may die of construction noise, dust, and fumes; and you may have to walk around the red-velvet ropes when the chic parties begin and the drones and helicopters start landing and the limousines begin pulling up with their stars with their even more glamorous billions but oh now look how your property values are increasing! With every chiseled BOOM of detaching chards and jagged, dusty bricks the work crew of flying monkeys flings into the the BOOMING maw of the dumpster from hell; comes the skeletal, fire-cracking, whacking-snapping chorus of never-ending jackhammers (often five at once), for this is a war of money over time, fought, won and played out by short trollish billionaires with crooked smiles. For WE THE PEOPLE--are irrelevant and WE THE PEOPLE are little better than charming old engines, White slave labor, memories of America’s fragmented, shrunken middle class, now addicted to crack, Walmart, Nikes and Disney digital dreams of “Searching for Dory”. WE THE PEOPLE, better forgotten, better disposed of, better buried by Trump, so the young, rich litters of billionaire spawn can play here anew, can fling themselves into their endless selfie-cesspools of Chai lattes tropical banana and protein powder smoothies, funny, arthritic, black French bulldogs named Lucy and lovely, decadent, divinely narcissistic empty and burning consumeristic dreams of pretension and nothingness.

 III.  As a matter of fact, Medicaid was specifically created to hasten us to an early grave; Those of us that weren’t exterminated by the first, or 2nd waves of gentrification genocide. Someone said “We don’t know how good we have it.” “We don’t’ know how good we have it” I repeat as I am having a nervous breakdown trying to make an appointment, trying to get a referral from my (formerly caring) community healthcare clinic where now only Trans-people matter; for, besides the billionaires, THEY are also the new masters of the New York human race; everyone else is basically irrelevant. I’m trying to make an appointment for this back pain that’s made every other step excruciating for three months now, (all through the holidays; the wine helped, sometimes the sex). “No, Goddammit I don’t NEED ESTROGEN! FUCK YOUR ESTROGEN AND YOUR PHONE MENU AND YOUR INSTRUCTIONS TO CALL 9-1-1 IF THIS IS A MEDICAL EMERGENCY!” One of the patient associates handling referrals starts quoting policies to me, a vicious little queen with bitchy glee touting too-fast, meaningless and bureaucratic buzzwords at me like he’s throwing cream pies in my face. The next confusing day (nervous breakdown number two due to my continuing efforts to seek relief from this nagging pain), I am contacted by a manager named Stephanie (what sex is she? Dare I ask and be reported for inappropriate behavioral tendencies?). With balls of steel she attacks and berates me for my wholly unfriendly, overtly hostile and indeed homophobic language (referring to the “mean queen” of yesterday’s nervous breakdown).  “This is Callen Lorde” she proclaims, like a punitive, belittling, parole officer or a sexless, dominatrix cop, “You should know better!” Her rawhided, delivery strips me bare and exposes me for all my vulnerable, bisexual silliness and tendencies toward anarchistic prostitution and polymorphously, pleasure-seeking perversity that I am; for all that I inhabit and display, for this is the magical stuff that makes me me! I have an allergy to anything that coldly ignores and debases men only for being men. Why do some females act like raging amazon warriors slicing through the air, their angry clitorises waving like sharpened dragon’s teeth; so ready with a threat or an admonishment in response to any miniscule drop of incorrect language that happens to ejaculate casually from an innocent man’s mouth merely for the sake of jest…

 IV.  Once upon a time, there was a neighbor non-friend of mine, a sexless tomboy with frigid, uptight boundaries who had a talent for making me feel as warm and welcomed as a serial killer rapist. “Don’t nag me” she asserted testily at the coop board meeting one Saturday afternoon, and with jerking movement of her dry, tendinous and over-vascularized torso, SLAM CRASH, the mirror behind her slides off the wall, and onto the floor. Everyone jumps “There, you see?” I intone, smiling like Joan Crawford as Crystal in “The Women”, “That’s what you get for attacking me.”

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SPINELESS FAGGOTS

c. 2017 by St.Orr

It’s a dark day,

When spineless faggots appear

With their faceless voices

Consciously seductive, lying in wait

So casual, so mindless, so cruel

 If I could, I’d garret them,

Sling pitchforks up their asses

Force-feed them fecal cakes

Shower them with Zyclon B gases

 Devoid of character

No promises to keep

Like pussified assassins

To smother ‘n bludgeon you

In your sleep

 So deserving

Of President Trump

Oh to pour acid in their eyes

And line Crazy glue and AIDS effluvium

To the inside of one’s

swarmy little jerk off pump

 Oh to let them go

To be free of this territory

the chaos of sex work

The secret shame, the undead glory.

To slam their heads against the wall

Those bitchy-mean, queen cocksuckers

With their zombie-fag machinations,

The furry little lip that puckers

 Oh, to find sanctuary in secret tribes,

Of peaceful, hot, DL Daddies

Who show up with open arms,

And open bodies of lustful libations

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insomniac creations; added small solo, playing typing keyboard, 6 am, sober

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(St.Orr)

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Solitary nights, making music helps soften the heart--trapped in the lonely, cold, cruel city...

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Hey Mr. Hedge Fund Bitch Ass Material Man--with your hot little role of C-notes, in your hot little bitch-ass hand.

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When I’m feeling blue...I put on a song--and ACT OUT THE MUSIC!