David Bowie, 1965.

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David Bowie, 1965.
Q: Would you say that one must have been, like Celan maybe, capable of living the death of language [der Tod der Sprache] in order to try to render that experience “live”?
A: It seems to me that he had to live that death at each moment. In several ways. He must have lived it everywhere where he...
Goldie - A$AP Rocky (prod. by Hit-Boy)
There’s a million rainclouds in your head, keep fallin’ down on you, and you can’t look at the ground but it’s all you wanna do.
My real concern was and is philosophic: not what we do or what we ought to do, but what happens to us over and above our wanting and doing
Hans-Georg Gadamer, Truth and Method
Can you feel it, Jack? An accumulation of nameless energies.
Don DeLillo, White Noise
I wish I had a girlfriend.
I wish I had a pizza and a bottle of wine.
That loving Colorado girl of mine
Grouper (Liz Harris)
I need to see her again, this time without a loud group of people talking over her
I take one, one, one ‘cause you left me
And two, two, two for my family
And three, three, three for my heartache
And four, four, four for my headaches
And five, five, five for my lonely
And six, six, six for my sorrow
And seven, seven for no tomorrow
And eight, eight, I forget what eight was for
But nine, nine, nine for the lost gods
Ten, ten, ten, ten for everything, everything, everything
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