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how do you not find chem jokes funny?????
i mean:
MOLES PER LITER.
chem jokes. moles per litre. how can you not reblog
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#437 Aether – A new minimal geometric composition each day
it’s like chemical bonds or a quilt pattern or something. I can’t get over how much I love this
I swear, everyone I follow here is either complaining about misogyny and rape culture, or really fucking horny, or both.
I think I’m in the third category.
The Naked and Famous & Kids of 88 // A Source of Light
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Landscape With Yellow Birds
by the mighty Paul Klee,
who painted it entirely in the nude,
though fully clothed.
He lived a long time ago,
so the television wasn’t on
in the background,
but I do sense cigar smoke
somewhere.
Perhaps he did this in an atelier,
smoking cigars,
not listening to the television
because it wasn’t really invented yet.
He possessed a phonograph,
I imagine,
on which he only played
the darker Haydn.
Klee’s head is small and severe,
and his hair doesn’t stick out.
There’s a scrunched quality to his face,
with a hint of constipation,
and it sports a very square jaw.
This jaw squareness goes along
with the rest of the squareness
in his face.
His eyes are direct and penetrating.
He was a warrior and fought
at the time when warriors had spikes
on the tops of their helmets.
He spoke German and was German,
despite the embarrassment
of being born in Bern.
(Not a real town).
Perhaps he killed a man in France,
near the trenches,
while Snoopy flew overhead on his doghouse.
Though a warrior
with a phallic spike jutting from his helmet,
he was not a fan of war
and would not get along swimmingly
with current American neo-cons,
no matter what the the tabloids say.
He wrote at war’s outset: “I have long had this war in me.
That is why,
inwardly,
it is none of my concern.”
His two best friends,
Marc and Macke,
died in battle,
so he was wrong.
Klee suffered from scleroderma
and it would eventually kill him.
A systemic autoimmune disease
affecting primarily the skin,
it gradually removes the supple softness
of humanity,
replacing it with the fibrous, scaly hardness
of reptilianness.
It is terribly painful
and many art writers have noted
with comic obviousness
that Klee’s pain
seeped into his work.
This is like saying the sky is blue
and the ground dirty.
One of his last paintings,
“Death and Fire”,
features a skull
with the German word for death,
which is “Tod”.
The next time you meet a person
named Todd,
remember to laugh inwardly.
He died in Switzerland,
the land of his birth,
in 1940.
Despite being born in Switzerland
and even dying there,
he was not a Swiss citizen.
His attempts at it were always refused,
the sole reason being his art.
The staid and narrow-minded authorities
felt his painting was too revolutionary,
even degenerate,
for him to be Swiss.
Six days after his death, however,
they had a change of heart
and granted him posthumous
citizenship.
Bzzz! Too late.
He is buried in the ground
at Schosshaldenfriedhof,
in Bern.
(Not a real town).
If you happen to stop by,
tell him Mike says
“Hi”.
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