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I was just going home.

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In the end you are alone.

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when you buy some used stuff and its really kinda old, but its even better preserved that what you would have.

That is a good feeling

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lance henriksen. stone cold. 1991.

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"Pascal the dog" -

Shin Megami Tensei (Atlus - Super Famicom - 1992)  

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Kevin the Kitten and Satan the Cat 🖤 Artist: 📸@vanessastockard

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Alexey Gorboot

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William S. Burroughs at the Met by Allen Ginsberg, c. 1953

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Art's everywhere

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Harry Dean Stanton: Partly Fiction (2012) dir. Sophie Huber

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(CC) 2011 differx

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The Twin Peaks phenomena hit when I was a kid, and I was all-in, once I caught on. There was a chart in Newsweek magazine that showed how all the characters in town were connected, and I immediately recognized the part of me that lit up from old copies of Marvel Saga or Edith Hamilton or whatever other nerdy shit, in it. The siren song of a certain kind of fiction: what if there's another world?

That Twin Peaks world was scary, though. Murderers and owls and old ladies that wanted to feed your soul to little kids in masks. And Bob. Sure, it had things that weren't scary-- Agent Cooper, and the most incredibly good looking actresses. But still. Still! It was really fucking scary. It really got to me. And I thought it was just because I was a kid, that found everything scary. But then I watched the "third season" as an adult, my easy answer for the best thing I've ever seen-- my favorite movie, my favorite TV show, my favorite floor wax-- and I rewatched the first season, after... and I was like, "Nope, this is still all-time fucking scary to me." Because more than any of that other stuff I slopped down as a kid, Twin Peaks was correct: there is another world, inside of us, and it's a place both wonderful and strange.

David Lynch probably could be a messy guy in his life-- I don't think he was some cuddly guy all day everyday, maybe; probably a pretty complicated guy, like the rest of us. But he mostly kept out of trouble, made a lot of fun work (movies and TV shows and commercials and comic strips and music videos and paintings and a long stick kind of thing one time that I was little confused by, almost a videogame), never ran away from new things whether it was digital filmmaking or the internet, and generally (and I think most admirably) existed on his own personal wavelength and tried to tell other people how they could too. He was LA's finest weatherman, on radio and Youtube, and he helped people know the best numbers every day.

I hope he enjoyed his time here, and my condolences to his friends, family, and other people grateful for his contributions.

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David Lynch - The Art Life (2016)

Rest in peace.

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I loved David Lynch. Very few, maybe no other artist, affected me like he did.

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Well.

I figured it was close.

This one is the first one ever (I think) that actually fuking hits. This one hits. I am actually crying.

Goodbye David.