âThe voices of cold reason were talking, as usual, to deaf ears.âÂ
- Ellis Peters
SONG: Scout Niblett -Â âCanât Fool Me Nowâ
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âThe voices of cold reason were talking, as usual, to deaf ears.âÂ
- Ellis Peters
SONG: Scout Niblett -Â âCanât Fool Me Nowâ
âAnd in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes boiled in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like a film compiled of random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred, fragmented mandala of visual information.âÂ
- William Gibson
SONG: Moin -Â âElsieâ
Where did all my spoons go?
I think you know that answer.
BEST TUMBLR EVER. I don't know who you are or anything about you except for your taste in music, but I can be pretty sure that you are one of the best persons I have ever encountered. Thank you for your posts! x
I think I will let you think that. Yes, agreed. I will let you think that. Also, itâs always best to assume someone is good based on their musical taste. I agree with this also. Welcome to my world. Please take a seat. I will now smother you with music.
âYou are fettered," said Scrooge, trembling. "Tell me why?" "I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.âÂ
-- Charles Dickens
p.s. Hello.
SONG: FĂśdd DĂśdd -Â âDe Ensammas Husâ
âDonât blame the hunter if youâre not paying attention enough to spot the traps.â
-- T. T. Escurel
SONG: Bjork -Â âBacheloretteâ
Iâm a sucker for fantasy/sci-fi/demons, so I was really happy when I became Twitch friends with Josh. Heâs currently selling his original paintings for probably way too cheap, so if you like original work, go his bigcartel:Â http://joshmcdraw.bigcartel.com/
p.s. All these paintings and future paintings are painted in a creepy junk filled attic in Indiana. I thought I would add that information for atmosphere.
The fog is coming in again. I donât know how to fight it.
Also, Jordan, I donât know if youâre paying attention, but Iâve mailed this out to you as I had promised.
SONG: Jutrø - âTravvaâ
âYou really wonât know where your home is until you meet your own kind and realize youâre both playing the same game.â -- Shannon L. Alder
SONG: White Ring -Â âlxC999âł
âIâve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if Iâve come to a place I never thought Iâd have to come to. And I donât know how I got here. Itâs a strange place. Itâs a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.âÂ
-- Raymond Carver
SONG: Birdy Nam Nam -Â âParachute Endingsâ
âWhere you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it.â
-- Flannery OâConnor
I, unfortunately, just found the quote that substantiates my entire life.
SONG: Cemeteries -Â âSodusâ
âHow can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole.âÂ
-- C.G. Jung
SONG: Litige -Â âParanoĂŻaâ
âThe huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Timeâthe big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutesâand the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machineâŚdispensed Time in blowing weathers.â
- Ray BradburyÂ
And with that, Happy Birthday, Baby Jesus. (Merry Christmas)
SONG: Frankie Cosmos -Â âBirthday Songâ
âThe unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own.â -- Fernando Pessoa
SONG: Laura Marling -Â âStrangeâ
I took a monoprint class yesterday, and realized that monoprints were probably more my speed because I didnât have to worry about all the set up. Ink and go.
I was drawing over one of my prints, and realized after I had finished that I basically copied Andy Warholâs cat. THANKS, BRAIN. The only saving grace for my cat is that it, as with all the other things I draw, is pissed.
SONG: PynchonCoverDuo -Â âAndy Warholâ
This song is for Eleanor.
These owls protect and guide her along whatever spectral kibble afterworld she chooses to patrol.
(Although you canât put a price on spiritual guides, these owls, due to my constant ditching of class for the past two 8 week sessions, are a combined worth of about $500.)
â...to see the Nation of Ulysses...ON TAPE...â
p.s. Iâm losing my mind.
SONG: Teenage Gang Debs -Â âOn Tapeâ Click HERE for song.
âProud and insolent youth,â said Hook, âprepare to meet thy doom.â For long the two enemies looked at one another, Hook shuddering slightly, and Peter with the strange smile upon his face. âDark and sinister man,â Peter answered, âhave at thee.â
-- J.M. Barrie
SONG: Chinese Man (Smokey Joe & The Kid Remix) -Â âDonât Screamâ