Martian Red Earth
Burning Desire
The world's key-bearer
Cola
Lapis Ex Coelis (Angels Forever)
Blurred Lines
Εὐρυδίκη (Ghost in the Machine)
Me & Not Me (Reflektor)
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at. . . .
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at. . . .
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor
fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving,
Erhebung without motion, concentration
Without elimination, both a new world
And the old made explicit, understood
In the completion of its partial ecstasy,
The resolution of its partial horror. . . .
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one. (Eliot, Four Quartets)
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving,
Erhebung without motion, concentration
Without elimination, both a new world
And the old made explicit, understood
In the completion of its partial ecstasy,
The resolution of its partial horror. . . .
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one. (Eliot, Four Quartets)
Briar Rose
Off to the Races (Pole Dance)
The Gamemaker (Defy Holy Woody)
Hey Lolita Hey (Kiss me in the D A R K)
Caught between two girls, Heroin and Heroine: Ace of Spades and Ace of Hearts (Container and Seed, Other and Self)
The Dream on the Screen
Save the Clock Tower
Katniss
from District 12 breaks out of the 12-sectioned clock arena (a
spinning wheel) with lightning on an electrified arrow, which allows
her to travel to the hidden District 13
Come and See (U$)
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Free Ka$h (Gimme Them Coins)
(Ever dance with the Joker in the pale moonlight)
Fanning: "Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire" (Matt. 3:12)
"Timber" Line (Catching Fire)
Pop Eye & Queenie Eye (Holy See)
Seahawks
Dark Horse Lover (Ashvamedha)
Broncos
Roar in Assiah (Red Eyce)
Rachel's tears
I had a dream
When I was youngI dreamt our lives were
Going to be found
When we were always
Waiting to live
All you need
Is some peace
While you are here
Just let go
I'll be it all, dear
You have the choice
To hear the noise
Or hear the sweet sound
Of your sweet voice
I know I've heard it
I heard it in my sleep
