The Velvet Underground and Nico: A Symphony of Sound (1966) is an Andy Warhol film made at The Factory. It is 67 minutes long and was filmed in 16mm black and white.
I have never seen this film before. I love it mostly because I LOVE The Velvet Underground and Nico! So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Andy Warhol. I hope it is as boring as you like things in life to be. xo
If you like this kind of stuff…I think you will find these Ukrainian Feminist Activists interesting. I find it interesting because [I like Feminism]. They are protesting against ‘bloody Islamist regime’ [Sharia]. For me, I don’t think
religion should even be an issue when it comes to the Olympics.
I WISH my therapy sessions would be like this! That would be totally worth my one hour.
so so so good. Color Of Fear. WATCH IT!
THIS. is. beyond.
Madonna-The Beast Within. LOVE this.
i have a mild obsession with gaps in teeth. I wish mine was bigger.
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Things were very hot that year.
All the wax was melting in the trees.
He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy.
Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair.
Everything was gold.
One night the bed caught fire.
He was handsome and a very good criminal.
We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars.
It was the afternoon of extravagant delight.
Danny the daredevil.
Candy went missing.
The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks.
I want to try it your way this time.
You came into my life really fast and I liked it.
We squelched in the mud of our joy.
I was wet-thighed with surrender.
Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted.
This is the business.
This, is what we’re after.
With you inside me comes the hatch of death.
And perhaps I’ll simply never sleep again.
The monster in the pool.
We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans.
Everywhere I looked.
And sometimes I hate you.
Friday — I didn’t mean that, mother of the blueness.
Angel of the storm.
Remember me in my opaqueness.
You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth.
Fly away sun.
Ha ha *beep* ha you are so funny Dan.
A vase of flowers by the bed.
My bare blue knees at dawn.
These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too.
I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning.
I gave him a name.
His name was thomas.
Poor little god.
His heart pounds like a voodoo drum.