February 2012
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“There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow...”
– Charles Bukowski (via sacrificum)
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We still need questions for the Jack's Mannequin...
Ask him if he usually creates the lyrics first or melodies, or if they come about in unison. Also, what his favorite stop is on a US tour (aside from MD of course :-P).
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“Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books,...”
– Jeanette Winterson, from Why I adore the night (via suzywire)
“We always tend to value what comes from afar, never recognizing the beauty...”
– Paulo Coelho, Aleph (via adustmitespeaks)
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Moe Money
Moe Money managed to mow more lawns than many others.
The more and most he gave, the less and least they paid.
Moe questioned his methods and measurements, but they were not malformed, in need of mourning.
His mind kept on money, and not what to do and see and be.
He made a mountain mowing grass, his dreams trapped underneath.
stfuconservatives:
roxanneritchi:
nextian:
Guys, ACTA does not go into effect tomorrow, nor is a vote happening tomorrow. While the petition on AccessNow is, I’m sure, an extremely impressive benchmark (100,000, guys, we did it!) we don’t need 100,000 signatures or 150,000 or whatever number they’ll adjust it to when they hit 150,000 (as they should, because they’re trying to drum up...
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“I was thrown out of N.Y.U. my freshman year for cheating on my metaphysics...”
– Alvy Singer (Annie Hall, 1977)
This film is so great.
Nicolas Jaar - Space Is Only Noise
This album is awesome. How have I not listened through it until now?
January 2012
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“Why are you sad?”
“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with...”
– Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou (via massdestruction)
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His long-fought evergreen ache took much that he could not take and earned what little he saved.
“The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage longs for...”
– Milan Kundera, from The Unbearable Lightness of Being (translated by Michael Henry Heim)
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Bodies moved like souls but hunted like action heroes. At a fraction of the cost, but with one hundred percent accuracy.
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November never spoke of the time she found four dismembered flower pedals. Her eyes forever glazed, she weighed her fates like second grade Valentine’s Day.
Sent out a few more submissions. Now the waiting game.
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the man wondered what word he would refer to imprint this feeling inside the blindness of his being. he was light, rising, chasing farther and further up an endless staircase. he was taking, breaking eyes, caught light, stolen from a star in the sky.
Lifted. He felt lifted.
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“The no-budget styling and inventive camera work by director Jacob Krupnick, and...”
– Thanks for the review, Adman. (via girlwalkallday)
Watchtheatlanticvideo:
Colbert calls Maurice “Mo” — Maurice calls Colbert an “idiot.”
thedailywhat:
In Case You Missed It of the Day: The second part of Stephen Colbert’s must-see sit-down with accidental-children’s-writer Maurice Sendak.
[colbertnation.]
See Also: Part 1.
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They Felt Like Coming Home After The War
rhapsodyingreen:
Unless there is a form of disconnect, I suspect my distance would not let you get the best of me.
Ringing piano notes bringing steady wars, brewing endless hopes.
Warm eyes glistening, could not listen as well as they could blink.
Cold fingers slipped into mine, were not as harmless as you’d think.
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They Felt Like Coming Home After The War
Unless there is a form of disconnect, I suspect my distance would not let you get the best of me.
Ringing piano notes bringing steady wars, brewing endless hopes.
Warm eyes glistening, could not listen as well as they could blink.
Cold fingers slipped into mine, were not as harmless as you’d think.
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Thank you whoever put up Earl Sweatshirt’s entire discography + feat. and remixes on Pirate Bay.
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“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees,...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. (via libere)
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“Dropped” is about when I was 16 and in love for the first time with someone who loved me back. I was in a chinese restaurant with three of my closest guy friends, grabbing dinner before hanging out. She texted me saying she didn’t think we should see each other anymore. I didn’t tell anyone until the next day. And when I told people I always said “we” instead...
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Dropped
Practiced words, their sharp twitches of the tongue etched on her eyelids. At the moment she dialed my number, I was expelled into space. Her hand clenched in a fist around the phone. I swore I heard something, but I only saw a flashing screen. Her device was lifeless in her lap. Mine was floating away from me.
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our eyes stumbled, and mouths opened. I guess that’s what they mean by ‘speakeasy.’
we went around hearing that if everyone had what we had, that ours was now somehow less. we finished each other’s breakfast meals before all warmth was lost. our waitress gave us the change we thought we were owed.
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Resolution
More film projects.
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There was a girl who believed everyone’s stories. Her lips lined silver blinking with every word. She committed these stories with walking and tying shoes.
Blues-camp soul singers, fast-lipped scat poets, and internet noise. It was love and lost.
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Hear Me
You’re not listening. Those sand paper hands that bring tissues and principle demands. We broke clocks when we should have broken bad. And yet, one by one, we were shocked to hear of tears, dried and weary. Your back, stiff and unwavering like the north side of South Dakota. Your voice, an Indiana breeze that turned a blade into two.
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“Creating work is your job. Waiting for opportunities in the entertainment...”
– Sage advice from Thomas Lennon (via balltillifall)
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“The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far...”
– Thomas Wolfe, God’s Lonely Man (via nickmiller)
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Attention
As she spoke, I did not know where her eyes were looking. Mine were fixated on all the pounding fists arising from her speech. She poured whispers out the window so they would scatter across highway lines. Roots sprung from their hiss. Never getting a chance to miss being underground, cold but uncomplicated. Liked but not loved.
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The Bar Stool Prophecies by Dennis DuBay II
Chronicling the past 12 months of my life, this book delves into my past, my present and the future. Drunken...
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