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I want the void of black all around me Filling my lungs, my nostrils, the chasms of my eyes, so that all that remains Is that song you sing to yourself Sometimes

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He had not known that you could see yourself in others' eyes nor see therein such things as suns. He stood twinned in those dark wells with hair so pale, so thin and strange, the selfsame child. As if it were some cognate child to him that had been lost who now stood windowed away in another world where the red sun sank eternally. As if it were a maze where these orphans of his heart had miswandered in their journey in life and so arrived at last beyond the wall of that antique gaze from whence there could be no way back forever.

Cormac McCarthy

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Music video for DUESENJAEGER – "Woanders Mit Dav" from their 2016 release Treibsand.

Filmed on location at Die Tonmeisterei studio in Oldenburg, Germany, live footage captured at Kastanienkeller and Schokoladen in Berlin, Germany, Nov-Dec 2015.

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Cut While Shaving

It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are written. It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live, they are never quite right, they are hardly close to right, these lives we live one after the other, piled there as history, the waste of the species, the crushing of the light and the way, it's not quite right, it's hardly right at all he said.

don't I know it? I answered.

I walked away from the mirror. it was morning, it was afternoon, it was night

nothing changed it was locked in place. something flashed, something broke, something remained.

I walked down the stairway and into it.

~Charles Bukowski

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KRIMINAL Release Demo

KRIMINAL D-Beat/HC-Punk from Berlin have released a new demo

This is a raw hardcore d-beat attack that has a gritty attitude. Check it out now!! Recorded and mixed by sgt.g at Kriminal HQ in Berlin 04.2016 Mastered by Daniel Husayn at North London Bomb Factory 05.2016 Artwork by Muro

Demo by Kriminal

from KRIMINAL Release Demo

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Cimetière du Montparnasse, Paris

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Kriminal, Berlin

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i'll be gone

Tonight I’ll shave the mountain I’ll cut the hearts from pharoahs I pull the road off of the rise tear the memories from my eyes and in the morning I’ll be gone I drink 1000 shipwrecks tonight I’ll steal your paychecks I paint the sheets across my bed the birds will all fly from my head and in the morning I’ll be gone take every dream that’s breathing find every boot that’s leaving shoot all the lights in the cafe and in the morning I’ll be gone I bet 1000 dollars I have a french companion I tie myself below the deck I pull the rope around my neck and in the morning I’ll be gone it takes a life to win her there is a drum of bourbon 800 pounds of nitro his boots are thunder as he plays there is a stone inside it tonight his bones will ride it I’ll need a tent to hide it and in the morning I’ll be gone and in the morning I’ll be gone and in the morning I’ll be gone

-Tom Waits, Frank’s Wild Years

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To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering

Nietzsche

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Basilica Santa Maria del Mar, Barcelona

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the science of dwindling keys

my friend has this theory about keys: that if you hold on to them after you relocate to a new place and they no longer serve their intended use they will form a vacuum in space draining and sucking life from everything that surrounds them into a black spiral of the great nothing to twist and churn like new molasses or corroded motor oil rotting in an engine block a forgotten car carcass on the lawn a vacuole in a cell that stores no water caving itself in there is a science to dwindling keys each one that is removed from a ring releasing responsibility to the next leaving yourself behind and reforming again like annelids, severed the unlocking of dimensional chaos the black hole of memory burning and carving char marks into the oven door swinging against your hips from a carabiner carelessly

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