Finita&Amp;Ndash;La&Amp;Ndash;Commedia: “My Hands Are Cold, My Feet Cold, – But The Alphabets Are Burning, Burning.” — Octavio Paz (1914 - 1998), From “San Ildefonso Nocturne”In: “Octavio Paz. Selected Poems”. Edited By Eliot Weinberger

Men-Wearing-Masks:

Inthedarktrees:isabella Rossellini | Blue Velvet Revisited

Crumbargento: Cтачка - Serguei Eisenstein - Soviet Union - 1925

Egonkey: Castellucci’s Moses Und Aron

Clingnebula

1109-83: Bruce Naumann, Please/Pay/Attention/Please, 1973

Thetruthisasnare: “A Comprehended God Is No God.” — St. John Chrysostom (Via Themotherofrevelation)

Haus-Of-Sleep:

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Yama-Bato: Blood-Frankvic:vanitas Once Again…

Couleurs

Shadman Sharktits