November 2011
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theivorytowercrumbles:
Praise Song to Stone: For My Father
Praise sternum cracked like mica after truck’s impact Praise teeth in lower jaw sheared clean as marble rushing down his throat Praise ghosts watching from behind granite graves across the street at the Rosebud Cemetery Praise body arched like sandstone illuminated by headlights as it flashes through air before landing on...
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spacehorse replied to your post: Happy Hallowe’en!
i did the sexy version of that.
There’s an unsexy version of this?
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Heaven And Hell
thestrangelands:
If it didn’t feel like someone had just kicked my heart in the balls, it would be funny. I’m standing there, I’ve got the ring in my pocket, I’ve got this big dinner planned, paid out the ass to get us a private little area where I could take a knee and pop the question.
Ouch.
Just ouch.
She has tears in her eyes as she tells me, as she explains to me that this just isn’t...
paleskinblueeyes-deactivated201 asked: Happy Hallowe'en!
lynchianbedhead asked: Seriously, that electronic music class is making me so jealous! When it got to history, did the Silver Apples come up? If you are unfamiliar, def check 'em out.
October 2011
85 posts
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I can't get over how much I love my electronic...
Today is a history day.
The subject: synth pop!
Yesssssss.
pates tapes →
everythinginthesky:
One man’s streaming mixtapes. Great taste, this guy.
Grade A-mazing.
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lynchianbedhead asked: Heaven. Another word that doesn't mean what it used to. Never meant what it should mean. A synonym for sky. Nobody who actually believes the dogma about eternity thinks it's actually physically in the sky. Who told you these metaphors are to be taken literally? Why would anyone think that's what's there in a world with NASA?
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Angel Eyes
*Trigger warning* (violence against women)
deistbrawler:
“Heaven, I’m in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek. When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek.“ Fred Astaire crooned through the radio as he drove. He tapped his left foot, slowly, in rhythm. His right keeping constant pressure on the gas pedal.
He was floating at...
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deistbrawler asked: I wanted to say thanks. My Story Time Saturday post from last week now has the second most amount of notes from anything I've personally posted. It makes me happy that something I wrote accomplished that.
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Heaven
deuscain:
It can be a place where you find solace or perhaps a face in which you see grace.
But be it land or home or love in which you see the sacred dove it’s that which you hold high above and constantly sing praises of.
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STS: heaven
nicklas:
Cheese; brie, mozzarella, feta, parmesan, cheddar, Vacherin du Haut-Doubs, camembert, and I’m really bad at names. Cookies; chocolate chip, chocoshock, pecan, with creame cheese or even as muffins, but always with cacao. Couch; movies, closeness, hugs, laughter. Smells; wet hair, old books, even other people, coffee, tea, more tea. Contentment.
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Story Time Saturday
The theme today is:
Heaven
(I have a busy day today, so I might be slow on the reblogs.)
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nicklas asked: For a biref moment on stage, PJ Harvey stood in an angle that made my mind say "oy, she looks like Andrea there!" That is all.
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Waiting For Rain, by Brett Elizabeth Jenkins
sniffyjenkins:
If you stay we can figure out how long it takes.
The way you kiss me around the wrists. Tap messages on my back. Don’t say
a word. Write to me only in French. Turn the thermostat down to sixty and pad
to the kitchen in socks, wrapped up in blankets like secrets. Boil a pot of water. Two
cups will do. Come back with tea. Steam will fog between us as we wait under quilts.
pforu:
pleasure: fruit, salt, dirt, sex
disease: wax, metals, pickling wine
violence: birth, piety, silence, soap,
hunger: the song.
love: the song.
death: the song
all of my judgment is in the distance i keep
birds die, or eat the dead
solitude is captor & king, and hallowed
i can never be a great man
i will say of others, in that tone: she was a great woman
water is the first...
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You don't really know something until you draw it.
bustedpuppet:
2011-10-26 1AM (90 minutes after the last gassing)
I sat down on the computer this evening to find a growing stream of reports of police attacking the Occupy Oakland march downtown. I was glued to the screen for three hours, trying to find live video streams, with #occupyoakland tweets coming in 20-per-minute… but the ABC7 helicopter (the only one left after the police...
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“The vocoder is kinda like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup.”
– My electronic music teacher is my favorite.
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Dear scientists who are no longer working on the...
Can you please focus the time you’re not spending on rocket ships or whatever to work on some things we need here on earth, like safe and accessible teleportation devices?
There is someone 964 miles away who I need to hug.
Thanks,
Andrea
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Letter Home
thestrangelands:
Here’s the thing, man, if you want to know, but don’t really want to know. It’s like…it’s like everything is something.
You get up, you go to work, you get finished, you come back home. It’s the same shit a billion people do all over the world, right? But it’s different, here.
Here, it means something. Maybe it’s just the romantic side of me, but it feels like it’s more, to do...
That last one was my 2000th post.
I am 100% okay with that.
This is an emoticon of a man angrily flipping a...
everythinginthesky:
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
That is all.
ちゃぶ台返し！
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A Conversation
deistbrawler:
“What was that movie…Lost in Transit?”
“Lost in Translation.”
“No. No. I’m pretty sure it was Lost in Transit.”
“Dude. Transit is the act of passing over, across, or through something.”
“What are you, a walking dictionary? Besides, that totally describes the movie I’m talking about. Some chick. What was her name? The one with the great body that dated Sean Penn…”
“Scarlett...
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What Happened To My Great Aunt
manwithhat:
Don’t you worry about the mole on your skin, it’s gonna be just fine. The doctor will take care of it, and the sun will always shine- Unless that surgery goes wrong And toxins flow to your legs so long. But you will always always be a friend of mine, Sister of mine.
Don’t worry about the gangrene in your leg, it’s gonna be all right. The doctor will take care of it, and the sun will...
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Stories!
You wanna write ‘em? I wanna read ‘em!
Word this week: transit
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In my dark apartment, I remember scattered moving images of the only time I ever did acid.
It was here, just us two. (Now there is no us; only two.) We made a playlist - Bjork, Joanna Newsom, Aphex Twin, others that I can’t remember anymore - and turned off all the lights. We sat and listened on the kitchen floor, watching the light change while the blinds moved. We made lists and typed our...
