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[amashelle]

Me too, Cervantes, me too.

[yridenergyridenergy]

Dir En Grey Paves 'Way to Self-Destruction' On Rare U.S. Tour | 100.7 WMMS

After four years, one of Japan's most important heavy bands is back Stateside, supporting two epic releases.

Shinya answers a radio station’s questions on the tour, mentioning that Macabre (Version 2013) is his favourite song. Yeah!

Also that total cryptic non-answer to whether the The World of Mercy music video has another part: “Perhaps.”

[poetryisgod]

An Elderly Lady Is Up To No Good

By Helene Tursten

This is a book with 4 short stories and I would recommend it to just about anyone. It is about an 88 year old Swedish woman named Maud. Maud has no problems with breaking the law to get what she wants. In between her worldwide travels she happens to murder a few people in cold blood, getting away with it repeatedly. It is both slightly chilling and absolutely hillarious.

[wordshaveteeth]

Too much material progress, a rat-race of a life, a society with only one ideal — more mechanical inventions, a life that grows easier and easier all the time, a higher standard of living. Lapping up scientific discoveries in much the same way that one laps up an ice-cream brings about a longing for greater comfort and a perpetual struggle to attain it. This dries up people’s hearts: it does away with pity, understanding and nobility.

- Henri Charrière, Papillon

[wordshaveteeth]

In the lags’ language they say you have to get rid of your convict’s shirt. But it’s more than that, because prison clothes are only a symbol. It’s not only your shirt you have to get rid of, but the brand made with a red-hot iron on your heart and spirit.

- Henri Charrière, Papillon

[wordshaveteeth]

I looked closely at the cell they had put me into. I should never have imagined or believed that a country like mine, a country like France, the mother of freedom throughout the world, a country that had brought forth the Rights of Man and of the citizen, could possibly possess an establishment of such barbarous repression as the Saint-Joseph solitary-confinement prison — not even in French Guiana, not even in a pocket-handkerchief-sized island lost in the Atlantic.

- Henri Charrière, Papillon

[wordshaveteeth]

Reader — supposing this book has readers some day — I am not clever and I don’t possess the vivid style, the living power, that is needed to describe this immense feeling of self-respect — no, of rehabilitation, or even of a new life. This figurative baptism, this bath of cleanliness, this raising of me above the filth I had sunk in, this way of bringing me overnight face to face with true responsibility, quite simply changed my whole being.

- Henri Charrière, Papillon