Kodak Carousel, 1962
naik sepeda seperti difilm E.T the extra terrestrial
naik bajaj seperti difilm warkop, atas boleh bawah boleh
— Jeff Buckley
You, my love, are allowed to forget
About the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed
The weight of all the years before, like bad disco clothes,
Save them for a night of dancing, stoned with your lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown
Every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock
Your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreamings for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
And sing me idiot love songs if you’ve lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die
And then live again, more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television.
Choke it’s thoughts and corrupt its mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill! KILL The motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and it’s narrow right-winged vision and it’s cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world.
Turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers’ blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise,
You, my love, are allowed to have time,
You, my love, are allowed to understand,
You, my love, are allowed to love,
When little men believe,
That you, my love, are Rebellion.
And now, our five favorite responses to this week’s photochop challenge!
Each will receive Tumblr t-shirts, stickers from lulinternet, and random items I found on my desk. Thanks to everyone who made something. We’ll highlight more of our favorites throughout the week.
Logo for my mock NGO for Ainu representation. I wanted to allude to the ritual tattooing and traditional crafts (hence the textile pattern) but not in an obvious way— because obviously they can’t go back to hunting bears and all. It represents the return of the Ainu culture, adapted for the modern day.
After messing around with GIMP for two hours I just printed it and colored in the rest with black marker SHHHH