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‪that shot in into the spider-verse where miles jumps off the building, taking “a leap of faith” and then we watch from a flipped point of view . cinematic excellence ‬
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so I got the ok from ben to share this and.
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ANYWAY, ZOLF IS BI-ACE AND THATS CANON, BABY
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Joan Jett photographed by Neil Zlozower in 1976
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San Francisco, California.
Circa 1962.
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I thought I made it up: The high priestess, the moon, the five of cups, A woman who sits upon her throne to find That loneliness does not just inhabit her mind, But her joints and her bones as well. Shouldn’t the ability to love be enough To make it to each day, To find the soft belly of each stray— But I suppose that’s just a lie they tell.
I had thought you to be a figment of me, A woman of cards manifested, But you’re stuck with the swords, The pen, the words, The eggs cradled between twigs, nested By a mother who could not stay. Now, tell me, is loving enough? Are you even made of feather-stuff? Or are you still waiting for your mother to come Back in the visage of another plume?
–feather-stuff , h.s.
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