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#wcw @amandapalmer


(I’d never done a #womancrushwednesday thing before. Still, never too late to give it a try. 😜)
#wearethemedia #amandapalmer #afp #tits #stars #naked #gorgeous #shehasmademeheteroflexible #heteroflexible #ILOVEHER

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wearethemedia:

"Running Towards The Light" - a new song written for the Boston Bombing anniversary.

download mp3 here

amandapalmer ‘s song for the Boston Marathon commemoration. SO BEAUTIFUL. I bawled when I heard it. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ Source: wearethemedia
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drdavidmrmack:

drdavidmrmack:

drdavidmrmack:

Panel from story with Amanda Palmer @amandapalmer. Work in progress.  Today. 

https://www.facebook.com/pages/David-Mack/21231086294

Another in process panel from that Amanda Palmer story for Occupy Comics that ships this month. 

Link to preview pages and cover of the book here: http://drdavidmrmack.tumblr.com/post/82419899747/drdavidmrmack-new-story-i-made-with
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amandapalmer:

schroedinger’s door

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amandapalmerphotos:

Photo by Emma Swann from the October 2012 issue of DIY magazine.
Read the entire interview with Amanda with DIY online HERE (the AFP feature begins on page 41).

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amandapalmer:

neil-gaiman:

kylecassidy:

I should totally do a book of @NeilGaiman geek porn. ‘cause it would be AWESOME. Right?

WHAT?? When? Err…

I interrupt this twitter poll to bring you me dressed as doctor who. ok. carry on.

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neveraccidental:

polyverse:

Favourite celebrity non-monogamous couple: Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer

“Our relationship is open, and the open-ness is grounded in total honesty with one another. We’re very communicative with each other and we share everything. I think that’s the way you gotta do it. I can’t speak for anyone but myself, and there are a million ways to love and be in a relationship,” Palmer said. “But fundamentally, I think if you’re going to have a really, truly loving partnership, you have to be completely transparent, communicating and sharing everything. Neil and I fall more and more in love with each other every day, and I think part of that is because we encourage each other to say more, share more, to peel ourselves open to each other in the middle of the night when the day is done and the real talking happens. It’s not always easy, the peeling sometimes hurts, but the deep love it fosters is clear to see.” -Amanda Palmer

Also, the hottest celebrity couple basically ever.

FAVORITE.

POST.

E.
V.
E.
R.

NEIL+AMANDA= PURE AWESOME.

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amandapalmer:

waking up alone
the infinite possibilities of the entire cosmos flood into my head before i open my eyes
every particle collides and every life-form borns and dies
waking up alone
the day is endless and untainted and has more hours than a year 
waking up alone
i think that i might finally finally finally go to the isabella stewert gardner museum and even though i’ve paid full admission to see all the art just pick a single chair overlooking the indoor garden and write in my journal  
and maybe go to the museum bookstore and buy her biography and then read that sitting in the chair too
waking up alone
i let my thoughts trawl and crawl and stay disconnected from lists and from people and from my body electric and i shine into my own brain
waking up alone 
i look out the window and see a world i never see once i’m out the front door the 
unique and abominadle shapes and sounds of things
and how color can look like music and
the way the sun light falls blinding on a tree branch and the wind is failing to knock off those stubborn dead leaves 
and i get 
that people need to believe in god 
waking up alone
i think i might spend some time today drawing or learning how to paint
waking up alone
i never want to touch my phone or my computer again
waking up alone
i am a brain i am a lone i am a lert i am a ware 
waking up alone i make my self giggle and wrap my body deep within the quilt cocoon and stretch like a bored cat and bite my pillow 
waking up alone i let the phrases of the day before unstick themselves from the walls of my memory and arrange themselves into threesomes of lyrics
waking up alone 
i think about the idea of undertaking everything
and i think about how an undertaker is for the dead
and then i think about overtaking
and i think about giant mack trucks crashing on the highway
and i think
undertake
overtake
undertake
overtake
and i smile
waking up alone
i write volumes of poetry as easy as adding boiled water to instant fucking oatmeal
and throw them away
and dont care
waking up alone 
i consider my trace of a hangover from a unique perspective
waking up alone 
the only thing
in existence
is me 
and my awkward fleshy pre-corpse headed to our little death and the ecstatic joy in countdown while gravity nails me to this spinning bed 
waking up alone
is basically
masturbation.
……………….
waking up with neil 
the universe collapses into a single white hair on an unshaven face
the blade of grass
the man i love
the sleepy-toothed
mad
man 
waking up with neil
i violently wrap my limbs around his body like a coat of paint 
and wonder
is it possible to get closer closer closer
maximizing the surface area of our bodies connecting to each other
waking up with neil
the light from the window
reflecting off the dead leaves
exists only
to illuminate his eyelashes
his lips
which are a moon-curved line
 a half-a-parentheses 
leaving his face an open-ended thought 
waking up with neil
the endless possibilities are only what i can love 
there is no end there is no boundary there are no rules there is no spoon there is no dana there is only neil
waking up with him 
i fall into the cult of two
the sweet and intoxicating dogma of the other
i am the owned i am the owner i am the luckiest 
girl
in
the
world
waking up with neil
 the real estate of feet and earlobes and chests and backs is totally foreclosed
the deal is done
waking up with neil
i want to use a person as a blanket
i want to crawl inside his mouth and go back to sleep inside his lungs
waking up with neil
i think in the poetry of my hands and not my words
i write without a pen of the mind but with a trace of a finger and the means of every romantic lyric i ever imagined has ended in the final ideal
waking up with neil 
i keep my eyes closed but i don’t go in
i stay out
there is no sweeter sensation 
than being admired 
while not fully conscious of where your body begins and ends
 waking up with neil
our narcissisms swell and collapse like rogue waves
and we forget the planet
locked in its orbit
and we forget the day
locked in its calendar
and we forget the room
locked in its house
and we forget ourselves
locked in each other
waking up with neil
is basically
sex.
 ……………….
waking up with a third party
is a
whole
nother
poem.

amandapalmer:

waking up alone

the infinite possibilities of the entire cosmos flood into my head before i open my eyes

every particle collides and every life-form borns and dies

waking up alone

the day is endless and untainted and has more hours than a year 

waking up alone

i think that i might finally finally finally go to the isabella stewert gardner museum and even though i’ve paid full admission to see all the art just pick a single chair overlooking the indoor garden and write in my journal  

and maybe go to the museum bookstore and buy her biography and then read that sitting in the chair too

waking up alone

i let my thoughts trawl and crawl and stay disconnected from lists and from people and from my body electric and i shine into my own brain

waking up alone

i look out the window and see a world i never see once i’m out the front door the 

unique and abominadle shapes and sounds of things

and how color can look like music and

the way the sun light falls blinding on a tree branch and the wind is failing to knock off those stubborn dead leaves

and i get

that people need to believe in god 

waking up alone

i think i might spend some time today drawing or learning how to paint

waking up alone

i never want to touch my phone or my computer again

waking up alone

i am a brain i am a lone i am a lert i am a ware 

waking up alone i make my self giggle and wrap my body deep within the quilt cocoon and stretch like a bored cat and bite my pillow 

waking up alone i let the phrases of the day before unstick themselves from the walls of my memory and arrange themselves into threesomes of lyrics

waking up alone 

i think about the idea of undertaking everything

and i think about how an undertaker is for the dead

and then i think about overtaking

and i think about giant mack trucks crashing on the highway

and i think

undertake

overtake

undertake

overtake

and i smile

waking up alone

i write volumes of poetry as easy as adding boiled water to instant fucking oatmeal

and throw them away

and dont care

waking up alone 

i consider my trace of a hangover from a unique perspective

waking up alone 

the only thing

in existence

is me 

and my awkward fleshy pre-corpse headed to our little death and the ecstatic joy in countdown while gravity nails me to this spinning bed 

waking up alone

is basically

masturbation.

……………….

waking up with neil 

the universe collapses into a single white hair on an unshaven face

the blade of grass

the man i love

the sleepy-toothed

mad

man 

waking up with neil

i violently wrap my limbs around his body like a coat of paint 

and wonder

is it possible to get closer closer closer

maximizing the surface area of our bodies connecting to each other

waking up with neil

the light from the window

reflecting off the dead leaves

exists only

to illuminate his eyelashes

his lips

which are a moon-curved line

a half-a-parentheses

leaving his face an open-ended thought 

waking up with neil

the endless possibilities are only what i can love 

there is no end there is no boundary there are no rules there is no spoon there is no dana there is only neil

waking up with him

i fall into the cult of two

the sweet and intoxicating dogma of the other

i am the owned i am the owner i am the luckiest 

girl

in

the

world

waking up with neil

the real estate of feet and earlobes and chests and backs is totally foreclosed

the deal is done

waking up with neil

i want to use a person as a blanket

i want to crawl inside his mouth and go back to sleep inside his lungs

waking up with neil

i think in the poetry of my hands and not my words

i write without a pen of the mind but with a trace of a finger and the means of every romantic lyric i ever imagined has ended in the final ideal

waking up with neil

i keep my eyes closed but i don’t go in

i stay out

there is no sweeter sensation

than being admired

while not fully conscious of where your body begins and ends

 waking up with neil

our narcissisms swell and collapse like rogue waves

and we forget the planet

locked in its orbit

and we forget the day

locked in its calendar

and we forget the room

locked in its house

and we forget ourselves

locked in each other

waking up with neil

is basically

sex.

 ……………….

waking up with a third party

is a

whole

nother

poem.

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quipxotic:

“Lost” by Amanda Palmer & the Grand Theft Orchestra

Barely controlled chaos. I love it.

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oogie12345:

I uploaded this image onto Facebook and they banned me for a week. A fucking week…
People are uploading videos of girls fingering themselves, a man cumming in a woman’s face, people getting tortured and straight up porn. But THIS a picture of Amanda Palmer who just happens to be shirtless, celebrating her Kickstarter success, with no sexual connotations, simply because it might offend some children. Here’s the thing, I don’t have kids on Facebook, also, kids don’t have innocence, thirdly a woman’s naked upper body shouldn’t be something seen as sexual when it is not the intention. If I can see the hairy man tits of some balding bastard I think Amanda Palmer’s naked torso should be OK…

oogie12345:

I uploaded this image onto Facebook and they banned me for a week. A fucking week…

People are uploading videos of girls fingering themselves, a man cumming in a woman’s face, people getting tortured and straight up porn. But THIS a picture of Amanda Palmer who just happens to be shirtless, celebrating her Kickstarter success, with no sexual connotations, simply because it might offend some children. Here’s the thing, I don’t have kids on Facebook, also, kids don’t have innocence, thirdly a woman’s naked upper body shouldn’t be something seen as sexual when it is not the intention. If I can see the hairy man tits of some balding bastard I think Amanda Palmer’s naked torso should be OK…

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