
Chachapoyas Village, Peru. Little is known about the ancient Cloud People of Peru. Accounts such as that of Cieza de León indicate that the Chachapoyas had lighter skin than other South American peoples and blond hair. The civilisation was wiped out by disease and war in the 16th century.
Humanity i love you - E.E. Cummings
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both
parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard
Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps
you from the pawn shops and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house
Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down
on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity
i hate you

Can no longer think of trikoasana as anything else but ”the hand giraffe” nor do tree pose without thinking, “pewww I’m a rocket ship”
Time to re-watch The Jerk and try to inject some laughter back into my brain
Currently imagining that movie with Eddie Vedder and Cat Power cast in the roles of Steve Martin and Bernadette Peters. Feeling better already.
Big Up Magazine recently dropped the new set of desktop wallpapers featuring issue #10 artists: Matt W. Moore, Hidden Moves, Pale Horse, Kazilla, and myself.

Tom Robbins’ greatest accomplishment is probably that he has successfully force-fed the ’60s ethos to countless complacent children of hippies.

(via Paris Review)
Frida Kahlo wore plaster corsets for most of her life because her spine was too weak to support itself. She painted them, naturally, covering them with pasted scraps of fabric and drawings of tigers, monkeys, plumed birds, a blood-red hammer and sickle, and streetcars like the one whose handrail rammed through her body when she was eighteen years old. The corsets remain to this day in her famous blue house—their embedded mirrors reflecting back our gazes, their collages bringing the whole world into stricture. In one, an open circle has been carved into the plaster like a skylight near the heart.









