outside-lookingin
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Well, I'm really glad you clicked on those stupid 3 random lines at the top left of this damn page, because what we have right heah is a blog. And this blog heah has taste. Well, not really. But it requires taste. What does that mean? It means exactly what I said. You must have taste to hang with this waste. What even is tumblr any more anyways? Nothing more then a broken down hunk of junk that no one knew what to do with it, so it was dumped on a some poor sap's lap (What's his face) who bought it and basically has his own empire (wordpress) and could care less about this piece of shit. It was sacred to it's loyal minions and protected by the loyal keepers of the place. (Yes, that's right) Then it was sold. And that was thing 1's problem. And it was destroyed. And it's been destroyed. You hurt a lot of people when you tore up everything that meant everything. And that meaning made it special. Its not special anymore. It's corporate. Running on greed. Ads. Oh? Not greed? How about them changing the entire UI, that was the same for over 12 years just to bring the stupid twitter people over. PATHETIC. How about it's isolated OG users who were left in the cold when their blogs were wiped out, archives wiped out. Gone. No warning. No reason. Just goodbye. This is like afterhours at the saddest bar in town. And it's the Sunday crowd. All the losers who can stay up till 2am because they don't have a job to go in the morning. The most saddest, pathetic group of saps ever. They don't know where else to go. Trying to salvage the days of old. Hoping some Elvis is going to waltz up into the bar and put a magic quarter in the jukebox. And It ain't going to happen, It's never going to happen.
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Cover art by H.R. Van Dongen for NEW VOICES II (1979).
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Hey look! When people actually made shit instead of sitting behind a fucking computer making computer generated crap 'A.I. powered' garbage. The world as you know is destroyed.
Pee-wee's Big Adventure (1985)
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Same
May 20, 1931 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]
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Truth

Jack Nicholson, Chinatown, Roman Polanski, 1975
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Richard Corben (1940 – 2020)
Den and Kath in Gateway 1976
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Japanese Prostitute, 1950s.
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Pol Bury. George Washington Bridge, 1967
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Die schwarze Hand (The Black Hand) Atelier Manassé c. 1930
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Those were the days, huh?

2.2 megabytes in 1966
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that's so funny, i'm their biggest customer

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