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Montreal student protesters baiting riot police with donuts.
aaaaand heres canada
omfg
Better quality photo
Bless my fucking country.
im cry
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Marlon Brando and Kim Hunter,A Streetcar Named Desire (the play) ,1947
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The study door suddenly swings open and Daisy, wearing a red and gold dress, barges in and begins tugging on her father’s sleeve.
“Come play with me Daddy.”
Navidson lifts his daughter onto his lap.
“Okay. What do you want to play?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Always.”
“What’s always?”
But before she can answer, he starts tickling her around the neck and Daisy dissolves into bursts of delight.
Despite the tremendous amount of material generated by Exploration A, no one has ever commented on the game Daisy wants to play with her father, perhaps because everyone assumes it is either a request “to play always” or just a childish neologism.
Then again, “always” slight mispronounces “hallways.”
It also echoes it.
“Come play with me Daddy.”
Navidson lifts his daughter onto his lap.
“Okay. What do you want to play?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Always.”
“What’s always?”
But before she can answer, he starts tickling her around the neck and Daisy dissolves into bursts of delight.
Despite the tremendous amount of material generated by Exploration A, no one has ever commented on the game Daisy wants to play with her father, perhaps because everyone assumes it is either a request “to play always” or just a childish neologism.
Then again, “always” slight mispronounces “hallways.”
It also echoes it.
– House of Leaves (Mark Z. Danielewski)
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