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The Lair of the White Worm (1988) Dir. Ken Russell // Yves Tumor - Secrecy Is Incredibly Important To The Both Of Them (2022) Dir. Jordan Hemingway

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the lair of the white worm, 1988 (dir. ken russell)

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The Lair of the White Worm (1988) dir. Ken Russell

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got a new poster for my wall what do we think chat

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Accidentally picked a very bad time to watch love lies bleeding oopsiessss 💪🫦❤️‍🔥💯🔫🚬😵‍💫

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My era rn is uncategorizable. The the way I am living is unheard of

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well i guess im not allowed back at the shooting range because the woke dipshits that own the place kept getting complaints that it was "concerning" and "uncomfortable" when i would tape a poster-sized photograph of my own face onto the target and land every single shot perfectly between the eyes

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It's crazy how giant squids and sperm whales just have like giant kaiju battles down in the deepest depths everyday and it's real

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Idk I’ll miss the panopticon . The panopticon has a certain charm . A certain je ne sais quoi .

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Having to clean the shower is so fucking annoying. It’s clean in there. That’s where I go to get clean. It’s clean dude trust me. Stop fucking growing bacteria and stuff man this is the clean locale. You’re embarrassing me in front of the sink

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backroads of powell tn as usual

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“The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near.

All my people are larger bodies than mine, quiet, with voices, gentle and meaningless, like the voices of sleeping birds. One is an artist, he is living at home. One is a musician, she is living at home. One is my mother who is good to me. One is my father who is good to me.

By some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth, lying, on quilts, on the grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds of night.”

-James Agee, “Knoxville Summer of 1915.”

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lyrics that you mishear and find out the real one and are like. my version is better