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A Pop Culture Interpretation of The Supernatural
Every culture around the world created gods and other mythical beings by mixing and matching fanged and taloned animal parts—e.g., enormous eagle heads on lions’ bodies—human beings have always seemed to need to believe there are powerful and usually quite vengeful supernatural beings lurking just beyond the candlelight.
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Cyclops
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Minotaur Bust
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Supernatural beings come to serve several purposes:
They kept people on the lighted path of truth and good
Lady Gaga, Reduced to Ashes, A Phoenix to Arise by techgnotic, journal
Lady Gaga, Reduced to Ashes, A Phoenix to Arise
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Reduced to AshesA Phoenix to Arise
By techgnotic
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it.
Charles Bukowski
Today, Lady Gaga’s throne as a reigning pop diva is a 24 carat gold wheelchair, emergency hip surgery forcing the cancellation of her latest tour – a betrayal more devastating for her than for the typical performer, given her relationship with her fans. Her body has finally broken in sacrifice to the needs of her monsters for constant contact and reassurance. The question now is whether this brutal brush with her own mortality will res
"Now that I've come this far I'm never looking back. Time to make a new plan up again. Things have never looked this clear, I'm never looking back again."
Lee brought another cigarette from the box he'd bought earlier to his lips. More than half the pack had been expended in the last hour and a half or so. Non stop, he'd been smoking through the tobacco sticks while lost in a sea of thoughts. His lungs were screaming by the time he lit up the next one, but Lee paid it no heed. Sometimes, he just felt like he needed to hurt a little to think clearly. It was a lingering bad habit, he supposed. Something that helped him through the ever pressin
No wander about it, just lust. by DearPoetry, literature
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No wander about it, just lust.
You were a mid-morning train wreck,
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
stand up,
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
Anything.
I think I found God then,
lurking behind wanderlust eyes.