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// L O V E I S M E D I C I N E// #the1975 #clubnokia #puremagic ✨💗

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Patsy....for $3? YES, PLEASE! my Daddy really loved this movie & soundtrack. Was my intro to Patsy Cline 😊 🎥🎶 💛 #sanantoniorose....and just L👀K at LANGE!!! 😍😍😍 #secondspin

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My favorite strawberry-lime cider in my favorite glass 🍓🍈🍺😋💚❤️@rekorderligusa #greenjug #irishcider #memoriesofireland #cheers #ahs

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Yuhhs!! can't wait to read this one 📚📖 #perchancetodream #charlesbeaumont short stories. Many of which later became some of the most famous episodes of #thetwilightzone

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#ThriceThursdays: “Words In The Water” - This is definitely one of my favorite songs that we have written, and one of my very favorite lyrics that I’ve penned. My brain naturally wants to write essays and call them songs, so I’ve been learning over time to tell stories and use pictures and I think this is one where I have succeeded in doing that well. I read once that C.S. Lewis’s fiction would generally start with a picture that was in his head. In the case of Narnia, the whole chronicles began this picture in his mind’s eye: a faun, with an umbrella, in a snowstorm, carrying a package. As far as I can tell this song started for me with an image as well. I saw someone standing in a river and a book in the river as well. Writing the rest of the song was more like what Steven King describes as the process of unearthing found things, like fossils. “Stories are relics,” he says “part of an undiscovered pre-existing world. The writer’s job is to use the tools in his or her toolbox to get as much of each one out of the ground intact as possible.” I’m glad I found this one and got most of it out of the ground.  

-Dustin

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A Hover board, a Doc Brown & a Bill & Ted T....Love it!! 😍❤️💙🎬🎥⌚️#time #lootcrateday

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Bought a classic on behalf of my Daddy. This was one of his favorites. 😊 💛💛💛🎬 🎶 #zootsuit #pachuco #watchaaa #misshim

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"Be still now, I am with you, I am deep within you. You are at peace, you cannot be harmed, you will not suffer. Breathe deeply, breathe in the healing love of the universe, & breathe out the sickness which has taken you, I am with you"...💓🎶 #icanstillfeelyou http://youtu.be/H8JWKMZLmAU

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It's been a long, hard road for my Dad. He's been through years & years of procedures, heartaches & setbacks, and made it through every battle. Although we know he's tired, it is still so very hard to say goodbye. I know he lived his life always on his own terms, and loved by so many. I find solace in knowing that he has finally found peace. I am grateful for all that you've taught me; your unrelenting passion for music & film will live on in every life you've touched. I will always be your baby, and I will love & miss you my Daddy, now & forever more. I will remember you this way, smiling & enveloped in your arms. Rest in Paradise. ❤️❤️❤️❤️#RIPArthurGuajardo

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WHAT WHAT WHAT?!?! 😳😳😍😄😆Mad Max Fury Road's on prime 3 weeks early! #fuckyea #whatalovelyday 🎥

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Love the intro to this track. Not sure why I was surprised this album is so good #forgotaboutdre #compton 😎💚🎶

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I was trying not to prepare anything. I didn’t want to prepare what I was going to say to you. Why? Because I am searching for my inner truth, I want to know what will I say. In two more days I will be 86 years old… it’s a lot. Why, at 86 years of age, am I fighting to make a picture? Why? Nothing is that important for me. Is it so important for a person who can die one day to the other, to make a picture? Because when you are 86 years old, every morning you awake and you say “I am still alive”. You are happy to be alive but you are maybe at the end of something. Why make a picture? What is a picture? Some pictures are only fun and show. It’s necessary, because in the world we are all nervous about everything that’s happening, no? They even say we are destroying the planet. So we need to go, to see a picture, to forget ourselves. Perhaps this is necessary, but for me a picture is not that. For me a picture is for remembering your self, not for forgetting yourself. But what does it mean to remember your self? What can we remember? For me, movies are really an art. And what is art? It is the search for your inner beauty. That is art. I don't want to make a picture in order to make money. But if money comes, I open the pocket in order to make more pictures. But that’s not the finality. It’s not the finality to being admired by others. It’s not the finality to lie and invent things you’ve never lived. In order to say something you need to know the thing you’re speaking of. It needs to be an experience, what you show on the screen. What will I show in this picture? What are human beings, art, museums and movie theatres showing to us? Are we those anti-heroes? Those people who have no dignity? We are slaves? We are liars? Thieves? What are we now? I don’t want to show that kind of person. I don’t know how to make pictures of everyone fighting one another, to have money, to steal money Why ?! I don’t want to speak about “love” either; about this “love” that isn’t real, that’s a fairytale. Love is something great, incredible, “sublime”… I don’t know how you say “sublime” in English… The most beautiful thing. Marpa was a saint in Tibet and he said “ Life, everything, is an illusion”. One day his son died, his young son died and he was crying and crying and crying and the disciples asked Marpa “Why are you crying? Your son is an illusion.” “Yes, my son is an illusion. But he is the most beautiful illusion.” Movies are an illusion but need to be the most beautiful illusion. I know what it’s like to scream because one of your sons died. It’s terrible. It’s terrible And in that moment you ask yourself, “ Why am I doing art, movies? Why?!” and then you say I am making movies and art in order to heal my soul. I need to open! Open ! open ! myself, in order to fin myself. To remember what the human being is. The beautifulness of the human being. The beautifulness of you. I need to show how beautiful the human being is. Now. In Chile, in the forties, I was 24 years old… it was a fantastic moment. The war was all over the planet, and in Chile : no war. Because we are far and separate of the world: no television, mountains, ocean, peace! It was so peaceful. It was beautiful. And then a miracle happened : Poetry came to the country. Great poets started to write marvelous, marvelous poems; two of them have the Nobel Prize, Pablo Neruda and Gabriela Mistral – our father and our mother. And then, everything was poetry. We were living our adolescence in this situation: poetry everywhere. And we started to search for the “poetical act”. For how it was to live with beautifulness. How it was to live in the mind: free! In heart : in union with world. In the sex: in full creativity. How to make poetical action in order to discover the beautifulness of Life. There it was. In that time, the poetry was there. The human being was there. We had love, we had artists, we discovered all kinds of art. And that suddenly disappeared. When I was 24 I left this paradise, and went to Europe where the world is illusion or disillusion, you don’t know. But now I want to show what a spiritual paradise is: a young person, searching for the beautifulness of poetry. That is all that I want. I want to express… how to say it in English?... How I am obliged to this past… because I knew how it was to live in poetry. I knew that. And I want to show the world that it’s possible. It’s possible to remember your self. It’s possible to open your mind. It’s possible to open your heart. It’s possible to open your creativity. To live with less, but to live well. Well. That is what I want. Poetry without end. Endless Poetry. That is what I will do.

Alejandro Jodorowsky

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRuJlHp0PB0

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While Panda was at her music lesson someone started yelling outside. I went and stood out on the porch. It was a black man who was going off about having been abused as a child and needing help but no one cares. He was yelling at people in cars stuck in traffic. Not approaching any cars or being threatening. He just seemed super bummed. Possibly a bad trip. Possibly PTSD. Maybe some of both. I’m not sure.

While I was standing there one of the white dads came out and said “Don’t worry, someone inside called the police.”

I said “THAT is what I was worried about!”

I ran down to the man and he looked right through me. I said “I don’t know if you think the police can provide you with the kind of help you are looking for. If you think they can stay. If you don’t walk away fast. Someone inside called.”

He said “Listen lady, I DON’T want to talk to YOU!” then he walked away fast.

I didn’t know what else to do. Hopefully he found somewhere to wind down. Hopefully he finds some support.

When I went back inside the dad looked surprised that I talked to the guy. I told him that I was way more scared of the police than of him. And that I didn’t trust police to de-escalate a “situation” with an emotional and not 100% lucid black man.

He said “Oh. Right. Good point.”

Then we both got teary eyed.

He had forgotten that some people fear police.

I had forgotten that some people don’t.

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Bloody hell! horror block sent an exclusive Spike Titans vinyl figure this month. Laaahve him! 😍

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SWEEP THE LEG, RYU!! 🎥🎮 ❤️❤️