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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Noah Kahan

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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Phantogram Three

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sade Olutola
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
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Fieri Frames
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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in the second month of my new job like
MRR FEST
I WILL PIT
Fante Bukowski figuring it all out
I’m gonna DJ at a thing in San Francisco. 12/14/15
I’m also DJing, see you at the thing.
Even though I was a bit of a “new waver” in the early 80s with a serious Siouxie & The Banshees, Bauhaus & Simple Minds addiction, I also tuned in every Tuesday night at 8pm to the early Maximum RocknRoll radio show on KPFA, whose signal we could barely pick up at my house in San Jose. It’s where I learned about hardcore, early LA punk, and all sorts of bizarre leftist political agitprop for the very first time.
For those who hadn’t picked up on it, it’s also where the whole “And now stay tuned for Jay and the gang” ripoff intro that I do on Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio came from. Here’s a flyer I scanned yesterday from the Prelinger Library announcing the debut of their radio show, which I think came on for the first time in 1981.
Sustained grief is particularly disturbing in a culture that offers a quick fix for pain. Sometimes it amazes me to know intuitively that the grieving are all around us yet we do not see any overt signs of their anguished spirits. We are taught to feel shame about grief that lingers. Like a stain on our clothes, it marks us as flawed, imperfect. To cling to grief, to desire its expression, is to be out of sync with modern life, where the hip do not get bogged down in mourning.
All About Love by bell hooks (via wellconstructedsentences)
Scene report
I am now convinced anything involving Albert is going to be gold.
0:43 for what looks like a pilates ball hitting the power outlet (probably actually somebody’s thumb in the camera / i like this vid
pages 2 and 3 of “the illustrated cage” – the pennnino/coppola/cage family tree + a strange element to be expanded upon later
jason lee 2015
“I have lived long enough to see the same eyes in different people. I see your eyes. I know your eyes.” One thing we haven’t seen, at least not in...
hmm
She’s literally playing a magical space negro alien version of Harriet Tubman I can’t
saw this coming a MILLION miles away
mama can u take me home im scared
just a misunderstood komodo dragon on this island earth
Ausencia in front of LA City Hall, Mayday March
$10
“Oh pretty baby, no you’re never gonna lost that voice…”