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Nick Cave and his Gun, circa 198?

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My sausage is on fire

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"You rub elbows with a lot of people every day. Some strangers might become your friends or even confidants. So I never turn my back on a chance to rub elbows. Sometimes I rub till I bleed. No big deal, as long as I'm happy.

That night, I ran into that woman again. I knew very well we'd never be friends or confidants. We'd had too many chances to rub elbows in the past. We had rubbed elbows till our clothes tore, but still no sparks. Maybe it was the weather, but that evening I felt a spark."

Fallen Angels (1995) [Dir. Wong Kar-Wai]

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Apollo and The Artist (1975) by Cy Twombly

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INDEPENDENT YOUTH

For the first time I broke the golden rule and i flew away and didn’t even measure the consequences. Why do we refuse to be prophetic? And what dialect is this for a small evening audience? I flew up and now, heart, in a car on fire through the air, with no grace, crossing the state of São Paulo, at dawn, for you, and furious: and now, against the traffic.

Ana Cristina César (1952-1983)

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Pietà (1499) by Michelangelo

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Leo DiCaprio in Romeo + Juliet (1996), Dir. Baz Luhrmann

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Lung Leg

Photography by Richard Kern