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Reblogged from tsnldr.com.
October 10, 2009, 12:10am
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Last nights sojourn to the bent mast pub was a night unlike others. Upon my first trip to the upstairs bathroom I began to hear a faint singing. No music, just a cappella singing. I had a brief moment where I quite seriously began to think i was hallucinating. Getting to the top of the stairs I find a group of about five or so people sitting around a table singing and knitting. It was the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen. I went back downstairs and was all “YOU GUYS!”
For your enjoyment I grabbed some audio of them to prove my veracity. For those unable, or unwilling, to attend enjoy a taste.
Yours in the holy order of The Scorpion.
Jason D Walsh
October 04, 2009, 10:35am
“[Søren Kierkegaard] feels a thorn in his heart; is careful not to quiet its pain. On the contrary, he awakens it and, in the desperate joy of a man crucified and happy to be so, he builds up piece by piece - lucidity, refusal, make-believe - a category of the man possessed.”
— The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus (via davethebrave)
September 09, 2009, 4:02am
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Blood in My Eyes - Jason Walsh
September 08, 2009, 6:42am