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Sunspotting“I was going on eight when I saw the eclipse. It was a Friday, just before school let out for the weekend. The teachers had all us kids out on the lawn and were handing out these shitty glasses made from cardboard and some kind of black film. They said they were supposed to protect our eyes. But even then they warned us not to stare at it directly. They made us use these pinhole cameras we had built in art class.Sunspotting
“Standing there and looking at the ground, waiting for the eclipse while the other kids talked about POGs or Stretch Armstrong or whatever, all I could think of was how fucking unfair it was.”
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The Toymaker and the Music BoxHe was an old man, and wished to die.The Toymaker and the Music Box
He walked with a pronounced stoop, weighed down with age and the heavy leather of his apron and the many tools in his belt. His face was kind, grandfatherly, with an ancient universe fading in the eyes behind the thick glass of his spectacles. He grunted to himself as he descended the stairs to the cellar and reached up with blue-veined knuckles to pull the chain of a single naked bulb, casting dim yellow light over his basement workshop.
The workshop was a dust-covered maze of wooden crates and creaking shelves piled with old toys and machines: termite-eaten marionettes and crac
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| Here there be monsters. And robots. And anthropomorphic personifications of otherwise unknowable aspects of the universe. Oh, and drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. |
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Life'll Kill YaCincinnatiLife'll Kill Ya
There's this song by Robyn Hitchcock called "Raymond Chandler Evening" that I absolutely adore. I knew Raymond Chandler, of course, and there were many nights spent sitting and talking with him that I still recall fondly, mostly when I'm sitting on trains reading one of his books, or when I'm watching Humphrey Bogart play Philip Marlowe in The Big Sleep. It always seemed to me that he was how a grandfather should be: soft-spoken, kind-eyed, and smelling faintly of pipe tobacco.
But that's not what I love about Hitchcock's song. What I do love is a line that goes: There's a body on the railing that I can't
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Non-fiction
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Sex and Nose CandyI guess that, when you get down to it, all it is is a way of talking about love and lust, about death and pain, about all the great and small things that scare you; and all without ever having to say the words out loud.Sex and Nose Candy
How else could I say it, after all?
We have the same song on repeat the entire time. Roger Waters of Pink Floyd and Van Morrison, and somewhere in the background you can hear a cast of thousands singing along. On the bed is me running my hands over a body hard and slender and lithe. In the dark her skin glows moonlight-pale and her hair is a curtain of night, a swathe of shadow in silk a
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| "True" stories that are most likely bullshit. Probably. |
The Great Hate-Off: I would like to kill (blank) the most.
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- Pie
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- *reminding.* Goddamnit.
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- Nah. I'm just stringing her along before yanking the rug out from under her and reminder her that she will never be loved.
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- Awww, you guys are in love <33333
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- I'd splooge it. With a sledgehammer.
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=maimtorturekill
- pff. dont even lie - you'd splooge all over this shit if you had the chance. za-zing.
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- moar like face-UGLY, amirite?
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=maimtorturekill
- ha. joke's on you. i have face-aids.
owner of the sky - cynthia alexander
| time and time again we tread upon the dusty earth we bed in search for the owner of the sky must i i must i say age upon age say i exalt in the search for the owner of the sky i see sky you see the sky from end to end sees i you see i be now as i be then life after life I be borne upon the dusty path lay your head on the weary rock in search for in search for the owner of the sky i see sky you see the sky from end to end sees i you see i be now as i be then |
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- Favourite movie: The Crow, Boondock Saints, Fight Club, Requiem for a Dream, The Matrix, Trainspotting, Sunshine
- Favourite band or musician: The Cure, Joy Division, Sex Pistols, The Doors, Rush, Pink Floyd, Iggy Pop, Bob Dylan, Warren Zevon
- Favourite genre of music: Punk, Post-Punk, Neo-Punk, Krautrock, Classic Rock, Prog Rock, Blues, Jazz
- Favourite artist: Yoshitaka Amano, Banksy, Bill Watterson, Dave McKean
- Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman ; Palahniuk; Alan Moore; Hunter S. Thompson; O'Barr; Bukowski; Jim Morrison
- Shell of choice: Nautilus
- Skin of choice: Undead
- Favourite game: Shadow of the Colossus
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Dick Cheney
- Personal Quote: Life. It's a goddamn giant monkey throwing fucking barrels at you.
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Urban Exploration
Fuck you.
Fuck you so fucking hard.
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"For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love. "
~ Carl Sagan
Ta.
(Roland of Gilead, much)
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oh worry, oh my worry, has it been that long?
so sing to me a song from yesterday
we are within a mile of home.
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if i were such a ghost, i'd stand so close to you
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well.
you know.
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"Goodbye, my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream"
- Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy
"You never did give a damn thing, honey, but I cried, cried for you"
- Cold As You by Taylor Swift
"Save the last dance for me"
- Save the Last Dance by Michael Buble
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"No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible."--Voltaire
"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it’s time to pause and reflect."--Mark Twain
Nude pics pls.
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The sleep of reason produces monsters - Fransisco Goya
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we still believe in love so fuck you.
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oh worry, oh my worry, has it been that long?
so sing to me a song from yesterday
we are within a mile of home.
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oh worry, oh my worry, has it been that long?
so sing to me a song from yesterday
we are within a mile of home.
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