, genre: landscape, style: Digital Art, completition: 2017.
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#ArtExhibition #EdwardianEra #RoyalCollection #ArtHistory https://t.co/vmKHqjJyRr
, genre: landscape, style: Impressionism, tags: fields-and-plains, Sky, Cloud, Cumulus, Atmosphere, completition: 1905.
https://uploads4.wikiart.org/images/arkhip-kuindzhi/clouds-1.jpgU.S. National Deadline: March 6, 2026 – Oil Painters of America announces a call for artists for its highly regarded National Exhibition. $100,000 in cash and merchandise, including a $25,000 Best In Show… https://t.co/V8JCbZeXJ5 https://t.co/K8MAQiEn48
, genre: illustration, style: Constructivism, location: MoscowRussian Federation, tags: Text, Font, completition: 1920.
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, genre: nude painting (nu), style: Symbolism, tags: female-nude, Sketch, Figure drawing, Arm, Joint, Muscle.
https://uploads3.wikiart.org/images/franz-stuck/female-nude.jpga man wearing a white hat and a white coat in a kitchen
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(The Word Of Jesus):
"God is a murderer"
I would eat your heart out for my own pleasures,
I'd only love you for you're buried treasures.
I can see death when we are all feel so high,
I'd like to sleep underneath the cocaine sky.
(pre-chorus)
I wish for more white lines,
I wish for three more dicks,
And I wish I was god so I can become greater than him!
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
You fiddle around with me like a contrabassoon,
I feel like I only hate you on a full moon.
I'm not mad you, the drugs are mad at you,
You'll find my phylosophy in the carnage stew.
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
(Bridge)
This is what I do, Something inside of you.
This is what I feel, It's okay to kill.
This is all the cocaine, Help me kill the pain.
(pre-chorus)
I wish for more white lines,
I wish for three more dicks,
And I wish I was god so I can become greater than him!
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
i dont know anymore
wasn't this suppose to be home?
parents and their kids have issues
from yelling to hitting to leaving to drugs
well thats my life
always yelling, being hit, always leaving, on drugs to much
its not going to change
my life isn't worth much anymore
it never was actually...
i told my dad he's a fucking prick
his reaction...
he threw a glass ashtray at me
thats ok though;
being on all sorts of pills
no pain what so ever
my dad will get it back
all the stuff he's put me through
his time will come
i will not say though
it will just happen
for now
im packing up
and going home once again
but it wont change much
just wont have to put up with dad
everything else will be the same
Seth Meyers Wishes You a Happy Frozen-Pizza Thanksgiving
Meyers tried out a few catchphrases for DiGiorno’s seasonal offering, while Jimmy Fallon suggested some last-minute Turkey Day substitutions.
https://t.co/Suh0LIcH9I🖼️ Ed Ruscha, “Stains: Mustard (French’s)”, 1969, mustard on wove paper, 4.6 × 27.31 cm (1 13/16 × 10 3/4 in.), National Gallery of Art, Gift of the Collectors Committee https://t.co/Fe19wcAV3t
man in blue crew neck t-shirt wearing black watch
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It’s my perfect distortion
My face mirrored, and split by emotion
Toyed with and tainted as I move
From one to another, I fit to the grooves
Of the loose ends of sharpness that gather to unite
To be perfectly fitted
And renewed to the mirrored spite
Unnoticeably broken
But brittle and rough
Stand from afar, and admire the muffs
Help with the pane
Move to uncertainty
Lure the cheery light
And cure my fearful fright.
It’s my perfect distortion
That I recognize so well
But help me see
What the others see but tell.
Are the pieces lost?
Slipped through the cracks?
Fallen through to the dangerous high acts?
I’ll never know of my pieces that are missing.
Mold the old to fit the space
Kiss the glass, even of bad taste
Forever, but never made
To be new
Just molded and distorted
To create a familiar you
Of mirrored light, broken,
But Forever Bright.
Please stay with the brittle pane
Until the sun goes down
And pain fades
And new lights of distorted beauty
Reign again
World’s Oldest Egyptian Museum Celebrates 200th Birthday | Artnet News
Turin's Museo Egizio is celebrating its bicentennial with a gallery redesign, new exhibits, and commissions from contemporary artists.
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