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caffeinateddaze:

"H" is for Henry, or Homie, or Holocaust. 

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GOALS

James Brown on the TAMI Show, 1964

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eartoothmusic:

And now some motivation for your day from The Barbarians.

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Title: Ruth
Artist: Michael Cera
Played: 103438 times

thisnoiseismusic:

"In a sunlit tavern, in a corner booth sucking stale popcorn, there I met dear Ruth. She’d only just lost the baby, seven months and a week, drank a month of Seagrams, kissed me on the cheek."


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cutelittlewitch:

Teen scum

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kenmarten:

Late Summer Roses

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cross-connect:

Samantha Sealy is an amateur 23-year old experimental photographer that shoots exclusively in all analogue. Most of her work involves destructive processes to her negatives and prints. 

fb // etsy

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Katawa Shoujo has ruined/completed my life in the last 24 hours

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terrysdiary:

i hate you

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the

rain comes back
I help my cousin move out of his room
five feet from mine since august
not sentimental about it
neither am I.

we wrote music once a month or less
or even less
I don’t find myself agreeing
with him,
or his creed
of near anti-intellectualism
hates the hippies up here

can’t say I mind them
took my guitar down to the alt-library
stuck on the end of a burrito place
talked to the hated
said they had no fixed address
I thought they had it
more together than I do

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sounds

the car being started up in the alley;
worked on since march, still straddled
between the small garage and the
workspace of the municipal concrete
the neighbor takes care of his father
who will die soon
gave it up to spent the last years with him
quiet eyes; lent me an oil filter wrench
said he used to work on racecars
still starting his car up,
in between the raindrops
goals change I guess

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cutelittlewitch:

Also we stole a sign last night

who’s this guy
he’s good-looking

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zappasotd:

Nine Types of Industrial Pollution (from Uncle Meat)

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Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there’s time, the bastard Time. The end of life is now not so terribly far away—you can see it the way you see the finish line when you come into the stretch—and your mind says, “Have I worked enough? Have I eaten enough? Have I loved enough?” All of these, of course, are the foundation of man’s greatest curse, and perhaps his greatest glory. “What has my life meant so far, and what can it mean in the time left to me?” And now we’re coming to the wicked, poisoned dart: “What have I contributed in the Great Ledger? What am I worth?” And this isn’t vanity or ambition. Men seem to be born with a debt they can never pay no matter how hard they try. It piles up ahead of them. Man owes something to man. If he ignores the debt it poisons him, and if he tries to make payments the debt only increases, and the quality of his gift is the measure of the man.
John Steinbeck
Sweet Thursday
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