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Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:13:06 -0800

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ennuiprayer: jhulyjohns:asav: mikethomas

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lolz W.I.F.E allisonweiss:(via jonmtm)

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:03:00 -0800

lolz W.I.F.E

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stolemyshoes: tysonelder: Oh Victoria. [Via.]

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 02:25:47 -0800

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tysonelder:

Oh Victoria.

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Hey! That’s my name! <3 missmix: I made posters! The...

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 01:52:23 -0800

Hey! That’s my name! <3

missmix:

I made posters! The colour’s a little fucked up in the web but I’m hoping to take pictures of them when/if they go up. They were a lot of fun to do and despite my heavy workload right now these got done right quick.

tysonelder:

Check out the amazing posters @ladymix made for Capital City Rock Live.

Doppleganger and Doppleganger...

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 01:48:56 -0800

Doppleganger and Doppleganger action.

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"To endure oneself may be the hardest task in the universe. You cannot hire a wise man or any other..."

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 01:12:21 -0700

“To endure oneself may be the hardest task in the universe. You cannot hire a wise man or any other intellect to solve it for you. There’s no writ of inquest or calling of witness to provide answers. No servant or disciple can dress the wound. You dress it yourself or continue bleeding for all to see.”

- Frank Herbert (via davethebrave) (via superfoo) (via equivoque)

Yellow Cab: Strike 2009 - A short film by Melissa.

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 23:15:51 -0700

Yellow Cab: Strike 2009 - A short film by Melissa.

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Last nights sojourn to the bent mast pub was a night unlike...

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 10:35:43 -0700

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

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Wed, 09 Sep 2009 23:14:11 -0700

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merlin: thedailywhat:

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 19:45:24 -0700

merlin:

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merlin: Just audiophile talk

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 19:44:09 -0700

merlin:

Just audiophile talk

"[Søren Kierkegaard] feels a thorn in his heart; is careful not to quiet its pain. On the contrary,..."

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 04:02:58 -0700

““[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)

Recording session. Blood in My Eyes - Jason Walsh

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:03:00 -0700

Recording session. Blood in My Eyes - Jason Walsh

Recording session. The Small Death - Jason Walsh.

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:00:52 -0700

Recording session. The Small Death - Jason Walsh.

Blood in My Eyes - Jason Walsh

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 06:42:07 -0700

Blood in My Eyes - Jason Walsh

merlin: Allen Ginsberg - “America” Reading from...

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 17:56:22 -0700

merlin:

Allen Ginsberg - “America”

Reading from 3/18/1956

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Warrior

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 18:13:40 -0700

This is the best time of the day—the dawn The final cleansing breath unsullied yet By acrid fume or death’s cacophony The rank refuse of unchained ambition And pray, deny me not but know me now, Your faithful retainer stands resolute To serve his liege lord without recompense Perchance to fall and perish namelessly No flag-draped bier or muffled drum to set The cadence for a final dress parade But it was not always thus—remember? Once you worshipped me and named me a god In many tongues and made offering lest I exact too terrible a tribute

Take heed for I am weary, ancient And decrepit now and my time grows short There are no honorable frays to join

Only mean death dealt out in dibs and dabs Or horror unleashed from across oceans Assail me not with noble policy For I care not at all for platitude And surrender such tedious detail To greater minds than mine and nimbler tongues Singular in their purpose and resolve And presuming to speak for everyman

Oh, for another time, a distant field And there a mortal warrior’s lonely grave But duty charges me remain until The end the last battle of the last war Until that ‘morrow render unto me That which is mine my stipend well deserved The fairest flower of your progeny Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams The cruel consequence of your conceit

Steve Earle.

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Wed, 12 Aug 2009 21:17:56 -0700

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