SOUP ROOMS is a collaborative minimalist art-game featuring over 100 ROOMS created by cool and talented indie devs from around the world.

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Fear the Old Blood 🩸🧠👁️

when i eat my slop its charming, self aware and if we're being honest with ourselves a little revolutionary. a small liberation from the prison of high culture and good taste. when you eat your slop it's anti-intellectual, myopic and a self-centred rejection of art as conscious human value

So what? The literary world is always in the first detonation blast zone. Run towards the searing light. You don't want to live in the world without the arts. Become a writer.

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The Loneliness of Being Ourselves
oil on plywood
19 x 29

…the outer edge of the other, which is all we can ever touch — and still it is enough, this sliver of salvation from the loneliness of being ourselves. - THE MARGINALIAN

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#art #painting #landscape

14. You are walking passed a graveyard at night. Do you whistle?

Here’s some really rough mini prints that will hopefully become the backs of trading cards I’m going to make… if I can get my head of out my ass. 🤞

"Much as the psychoanalysts believed impulses sublimated into socially accepted behaviors, the pioneering ætiologists began to view flocculation as manifistations of experience—lust may sublimate as dance or painting just as pain flocculates into obilisks or circus tents."

The Phenomenal Schism

"And I'll see you
and you'll see me
and I'll see you
in the branches
that blow in the breeze.

I'll see you in the trees.
I'll see you in the trees.

Under the sycamore trees." David Lynch

"THE OUTPUT SCREEN BEGINS TO OSCILLATE.

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You can let go now.

NO. 14 INDICATES THE OUTPUT OSCILLATIONS.

NO. 14
Energy from his brain. Thoughts like sound waves converted into electrical impulses and finally ...

SHE PUSHES A BUTTON ON THE CONSOLE.

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... into pictures." Anthony Skene

"All interpretation depends upon the antithetical relation between meanings. If no 'meaning' of a 'reading' intervenes between a text and yourself, then you start (even involuntarily) by making the text read itself. You are compelled to treat it as an interpretation of itself" Harold Bloom

"What do you want—a cliff over a city?
A foreland, sloped to sea and overgrown with roses?
These people live here." Muriel Rukeyser

"Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn't fill it, and there you'll be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe." Samuel Beckett

"My heart beat thick, my head grew hot: a sound filled my ears, which I deemed the rushing of wings; something seemed near me." ▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓

"Winter is by far the oldest of the seasons. Not only does it confer age upon our memories, taking us back to a remote past but, on snowy days, the house too is old. It is as though it were living in the past of centuries gone by." Gaston Bachelard