Miranda (Anne Lambert) collects flowers on St. Valentineâs Day in a deleted scene from Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975)
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Israfel, from Rainbow Gold: Poems Old and New Selected for Boys and Girls by Dugald Stewart Walker (1926)
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Outtakes of Pink Floydâs âWish You Were Hereâ album cover
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mash being surprisingly queer in the 70â˛s - 2/?Â
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In The Morning (1969 / Synthetic Trips / Vic McCully)
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âPoland, Golden Hour in Oderwaldâ by Arkadiusz Waloch
âYucatĂĄn, Mexicoâ by Eduardo Reyes
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Five 1980s Funky Sun Stickers
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Only one happening â there is no other word for it â ever slowed the long procession of girls to our den of iniquity: it was âThe Thingâ, and it was George Harrisonâs fault.
One night, after some excessive drinking along with the rest of us, he was sick on the floor at the side of his bed. This was nothing terribly unusual after a skinful; it was typical of us all. What was different was that next morning he left the mess for the cleaning lady to deal with. She protested that it was not part of her daily duties and it could stay where it was. The trouble was, George decided it wasnât his duty either and she stormed off in the direction of Herr Weissleder in a Teutonic rage.
It wasnât the first time she had complained about the untidy Beatles, whose sweaty socks, discarded clothing, bottles and other items usually littered the place. This fresh contribution from George was the last straw.
In an effort to placate the old lady, Weissleder despatched Horst Fascher to our quarters with an order to George to remove the offending vomit himself. But George became really shirty. It wasnât his job, it could stay where it was for all he cared, even though he had to climb over it to get into bed.
None of this was really typical of George. He rarely involved himself in any sort of argument and was always much quieter than the rest of us in those formative days and, because he was the youngest Beatle, we all tended to look on him as the baby. We never let him forget, for instance, that he had been kicked out of Germany for being too young and taunted him with such gibes as âStill in nappies, werenât you?â
Even some of the fans treated him as a baby. German girls would shout Liebschen Kind! (lovely child) at him and he wouldnât mind at all. He always wore a sly grin and had a twinkle in his eyes, perhaps because many of the birds wanted to mother him, which he let them do. Not that he was any kind of âsoftieâ, despite his stature (only Stu had been smaller). He would have a go in a rumpus. And he had a streak of obstinacy which came to the fore now, as he categorically refused to clear up the mess at his bedside.
So the pile of vomit remained. And it began to grow, and grow, mushrooming and taking on a life of its own. Cigarettes were crushed in it, bits of food fed to it, until it assumed the look of a hedgehog; we christened it The Thing. When members of other groups visited us in the flat they took to giving it the occasional drink. Its fame spread and people wanted to come and see it. For a time food and drink seemed to beautify The Thing and it blossomed like a miniature flower garden. It measured something like six inches in diameter. But its beauty was short-lived, and it began to grow hideous. âIâm frightened to sleep,â George remarked one night, âin case it eats meâ. The Thing began to pong as well, btu it was Georgeâs baby and somehow we had grown to love it as a pet, despite its wretched origins.
After its fame spread Horst arrived one morning to inspect it. He thought it was a disgusting sight: he was right, of course. He left, returning with a shovel; the end, we knew, was nigh.
âHey! Donât do that! Thatâs our pet,â we chorused.
Horst was not the sort of man to be put off by mere cries of affection for the squalid Thing. He scooped it up on his shovel and led the way with it out on to the Grosse Freiheit while we followed behind him, solemnly chanting the Dead March. The beloved Thing was given a swift burial in a street bin and, only after it had gone to its eternal reward did the cleaner reappear to try to make the flat look fit for human habitation once more. And in the end, it had been something of a minor victory for George: someone else had had to do the dirty work after all.
Beatle! The Pete Best Story, Pete Best and Patrick Doncaster (1985)
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this is like one of the most romantic things u could say to a trans dude
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Hedy Lamarr / Gustav MachatĂ˝âs Extase [English: Ecstasy] (1933)
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⪠And you know what it's worth âŞ
John Lennon, Eric Clapton and Keith Richards from The Dirty Mac performing Yer Blues (1968)
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Jack Kirby, for âKamandi, The Last Boy on Earthâ
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