Hard Luck Hearts

This is where I keep my wild Aces. As Well So Many Edits.

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Louis CK - On Dating

WATCH IT AS A NEXT CLIP AFTER "PERFECT FORMULA". A part of Louis CK's performance in Phoenix AZ on February 2013. This clip was prepared in a bit lower quali...

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How Do You Define Yourself? Do You See How Your Answer May Lead to Violence?

Conflict starts with definitions of “us” and “them” … what if there is no “them” …?

― Jiddu Krishnamurti

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All I want in the world is some fantastic human covered in tattoos and stories to come and fall asleep with me.

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http://getspinz.com/universal-zulu-nation-holds-press-conference-to-announce-solidarity-with-beyonce/

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watercolor

spread, far, and wide, with callous finger tip

hope, is but a stroke, away

painted optimism isn’t only for the young

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Bernie Sanders Just Got a Major Endorsement From an Incredibly Unlikely Source

This is huge.

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When a campaign is simultaneously gaining standing and recognition from both right-wing federal reserve officials calling for corporate transparency and better SRI planning, alongside a left wing world-renowned economy writer advocating his concepts pf , you may start to think the man may have some solid ideas about de growth economics, consumer advocacy and the capability to regulate our unrestrained development. 

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In One Quote, the World's Most Famous Economist Just Passionately Endorsed Bernie Sanders

He thinks the senator's campaign represents a new era.

 When a Federal Reserve Official and a world renowned Left wing Economist writer both support your campaign then surely the world is beginning to recognize.

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Inside I am screaming

for everything outside.

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Lantern Ghost

Last night my dream fixed something being stitched whole by the pits of torn pages littered around your dresser. Gently they are feathered by ink and mascara, discoveries to be found at crash sights bodies make together. As it drew itself, formed the underside of a tenement miracle; wings the shade of cold water flats and belly-up filled by breadcrumbs – topping off on coffee, wayward lovers left by mornings painted with sunlight. Nowadays if you go looking for our early years would find them scratched, stickered and sprayed on the face of dives, and basement scenes we frequently crashed. This consistency is lost somewhere between drunk nights, newfound disbelief in hopeful romantics. There was hypnosis in finding you meditating on my passenger seat, silhouetted by a magnitude of streetlights illuminating a walkway not far from where you reside. I’ve got the kind of personality that needs a fit before sleep so don’t tempt me like you like to do. Just walk with me. Let our feet Do the talking. Like they used to. Scribing bike paths into the mortars of this crowned town. Making such beautiful songs of sins together. As I motioned to leave, like we all eventually do, you carved fingerprints into my neck Choked me out on broken codes, left me dazed in chains. Sometimes I still pretend you consider this rebel yell for renegade media operating on pirated wavelengths the Tune of ‘missing’, the frequency of ‘lonesome’- Depicting stories of secret skeletons, I cannot afford to be the collector of these bones anymore. Springtime has brought lightning storms blooming on the horizon and in them I will wash the cracks in my knuckles the haunts of an old mill town. This time I will not go Echoing goodbye, a lantern’s ghost.

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