Harry Dean Stan-ton

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cigarette driving a race car. Gene Hackman in Night Moves (1975). He/Him. patreon.com/jimmello

Sweat from OP has fallen in such a way to make a happy face at the gym
Henry Fonda as Wyatt Earp looking extra slutty in John Ford’s My Darling Clementine
Art from Hellboy: The Wild Hunt by Duncan Fegredo
Shot from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade projected onto a small screen above a stage
Harry Dean Stanton By Jim Mello there's no philosophy to it, you said do not try to rhyme it, or call it by name, or assign it any more significance than the significance that was brought to you, of what you glimpsed briefly, fractionally, in the coming all of that, all of you, is a cigarette, end burning at dusk, eyes closed, inhaled, loved, exhaled, now some of you ash some of you wind
Saul Leiter By Jim Mello his was a reminder that sometimes love is on a screened-in porch, sitting in a wicker chair fanning herself removing her blouse blowing sweat down her navel at midday when the shadows burn like coal just out of view or that sometimes love steps out from under the awning charming in his overcoat, his waterlogged dress shoes into the street, and the rain, looks both ways smiles at traffic lights, wet pavement, a hand that dangles from a taxi window and walks right up to you
Rouse. Rouse, again. By Jim Mello rouse rouse, again to me in the light like pale morning ocean rouse stir lift sleepy lips to grasp at air until they find mine just once more your hands which pull and, I, giving cultivating the fabric of the bed there, your hair, there, your arms, last night's sweat hold me, perfumed in sleep where I can feel the heat and skin of you and name each in my mind with my fingers sacrifice seconds in kisses and this time let me make no excuses for a door will always be there and you will not rouse rouse, again to me this time I will stay
OP in his big shirt and short shorts
Clementine; or, Pablo Neruda By Jim Mello a thumb to pull you open peel away rind, pith and wedge, before my mouth you already bursting
The first page of Godzilla’s the Odyssey. A Trojan Horse Effigy of Godzilla stands on the Trojan beach while Trojan soldiers gestures it, confused
Hem, double-barreled without a shirt By Jim Mello fifty-something, shirtless, exposed body the shape of a gibbet for your heart, left to dangle over roads into Spanish towns, the creaking heard miles downwind, in implied words and a drink to subdue all the noise the heart makes, swinging there your life a prized tuna lashed starboard, bleeding all the sharks of the ocean coming to the smell and you machine gunning them, churning the ocean up red, crazed, drunk, not realizing you'd turned it all into a feeding frenzy
Scene from Niagara (1953) which features Marilyn Monroe and Joseph Votton
A feeling I forgot to hide By Jim Mello casual, having caught yourself in glass as if you'd seen the flutter of wing from a bird landing there on a branch of collarbone hopping between the strung tendons of neck, and noticing too that the body was singing the same as a bird carrying notes down convex lines, muscle, drawn into you by a thick edge of charcoal thumb that loves shape, the ridge of vein and you, in the catching, peel fabric away, delighting in the gentle pull, revealing the way a lover reveals the loved to themselves thighs and arms caught and held, arm matching the tectonic shape of a hip then capturing it all the bird singing there at the edge of your lips
That scene from Space Jam 2 where they have way too many fucking characters
Hot, tatted, jacked De Niro and sweet Martin Scorsese on the set of Cape Fear
Criterion blu-ray copies of The Big Chill, Network, Broadcast News, and The Before Trilogy
Photo of OP in his hoochie daddy shorts
Screenshot of the March 17th Professional Women’s Hockey game between the Toronto Scepters and the Boston Fleet showing the Scepters scoring two against the Fleet’s zero
Scene from Lord of the Rings Return of the King where Aragorn says “For Frodo” before charging the forces of Mordor at the Black Gates except it’s been changed to say “For a United Ireland”
A post from David Dayen with a link to a prospect article with the title line “Jeffries Won’t Whip Vote Against ICE Funding-The American Prospect.” The text of his post is: To quote one source: "They're terrified of being labeled anti-law enforcement. They want this to go away so they can talk about the cost of living more. Problem is, it's not going away."
a really good drawing of a horse worth $300
Copy from OP’s post. It reads: At 11:59 p.m., there is no mountain. There is only dark. A sheet of night seasoned with local flashes and detonations that carry their reverberations up and down the neighborhood blocks like children running. Everyone watches the time, shifts in the cold, looks west. At 12 a.m., the mountain appears. A single peak, held between icy fingers, pulled from above by a few soft detonations. Pink, blue, white. Each shatter, their pieces shooting gracefully in different directions as if with purpose, and long seconds later we hear their shattering from far away. A death echo that is felt in the chest. More detonations, more pieces rushing off with intent, and it occurs to me that these bits of temporary fire do have a purpose: to be beautiful. Nothing more can be asked of them. Nothing more should. I hope whatever you feel, it feels like that. Temporary fire over a mountain in the frozen dark.
Excerpt of text from the author’s short story “Joshua Fit De Battle of Jericho.” It reads: The Devil sipped at his wine this time. Examined it. Gave it an exaggerated swirl. "Do you know why women, when they leave you, they leave for good and why men, when they have a woman, they don't want them until they're gone? How sometimes, when you love someone, the only proper thing you can think to do is destroy that love? To rend it limb from limb with your little fingers and then wonder why and never know?" He pointed at himself. "That's me. I am everything about you God can't reconcile." He sipped again. "People want me to be holocausts. They want me to be lynchings. Tragic chemical fires. Nuclear meltdown. War. Endless war. That is not what I am. Those things are far bigger than me but if I am so many holocausts it's because you are too. And if you are so many holocausts, so is the Father. And He can't reconcile that." He finished the wine.
Tom Cruise, Stanley Kubrick, and Nicole Kidman holding flutes of champagne on the set of Eyes Wide Shut
A bowling score screen with one of slots labeled with the perfect bowling guy name: Don Honker
Tom Cruise clapping at a bar decorated for Christmas in Eyes Wide Shut
Text for OP’s post. It reads: Disillusionment describes a shattering of perception and notion, idea and thought, and of the self. The self, which can be described in a quasi Socratic deduction, is the perceptions and notions, the idea and thought, that animate our living action. Disillusionment is one of the scariest concepts an individual can face because it forces them to reconsider the self and often leads to what I have to call 'reillusionment,' which is somehow not a word though I believe it describes an equally common human behavior which is the reassembling of our original illusions through justification and denial in order to avoid the terror of reconsidering ourselves. I mention this because it makes me think of Harry Moseby. (Italicized) Harry Moseby, shot through the leg, out in the Gulf where the sun inspects crests of waves like jewels, on a boat spinning in circles. Dying, going nowhere. (End italics)
A 4K Criterion edition of Eyes Wide Shut
OP handsome face
Photo of OP. A hunk.
A series of panels from Frank Miller and David Mazzuchelli’s Daredevil: Born Again where the character Nuke is popping pills and getting mad that they’re making our boys feel ashamed
Scene from Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown when all the Peanuts are dancing at the rehearsal
Screenshot of an Instagram conversation on a post about the differences between the 4K vs. Blu Ray Eyes Wide Shut release. It reads: evanusje 3d: Looks better. Old version seems to suffer from the classic DVD era magenta push. stones_throw_design 1d: You clearly haven't seen the original negative.
A photo of a Santa Mickey and Elf Minion decoration in someone’s front lawn
Copy from post. It reads: The heart must be a cage. It exists in the tension between the opening and the closing. And if it closes, if you allow it to be closed, it's very hard to get back open because it tends to have been locked from the outside.
George Reeves Superman shaking hands with a boxy robot)
The Star Wars cast at the ending of A New Hope in the throne room
A post about Buzz Grambo liked by Buzz Grambo himself
Gay Perry from Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Text from OP’s patreon post. It reads: Joan You look like a drink. You look like a cigarette, lit. A cigarette inhaled, pushed from lungs into fabric. There is some of you in my fabric. Your voice comes at a high sierra squeak. California accent but something plain in it. California before Hollywood. Before any of it knew what it was. Knew what it would be. You pulled the shape and tone of your words from Donner Party ancestors, mixed it with a Katharine Hepburn transatlanticism. Drinking is a way of telling time. You tell time in glasses. In bottles. The drink disappears slowly like a reverse hourglass and the day climbs slower, and evening comes, crouches down, looks in on you at your typewriter, at your notepad, at your word processor. All the girls I love look like a drink. Look like a cigarette, lit. You sit there, lamplit, and drink and smolder until night finally comes to put you out.
A badly drawn clock face where every number clockwise after four is 9
In the first frame: scene from Fellowship of the Ring where Aragorn salutes the oncoming horde of Uruk-hai with his sword Frame two: he begins to body each and every one of them
Lao Che from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom holding up the antidote to the poison Indiana Jones just drank while his cronies laugh
OP skeet saying “he’s gonna post about a book he never read in 24 hours” in reference to Joyce Carol Oates accusing Elon Musk of not reading
Tom Cruise angrily walking down a New York street in Stanley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut (which fucking rules)