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Wise words, Mr. Vonnegut 

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This picture by Daniel Horowitz is perfect. Reminds me of how much I’d like a “mute” button for my brain right now.

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Just another member of the nuclear age. 

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Much has changed for Mickey Mouse. 

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http://ineedaguide.blogspot.it/ http://kylethompsonphotography.com/ 

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Cover art for World's End Girlfriend's "Hurtbreak Wonderland."

I found myself caught in this cover more than once, persistently lost, unable to remove myself from what I thought was being deprived of me. It ended up being nothing more than a petulant annoyance, a product of my own negativity.  Man, a pretty girl like that would be nice.  

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Mac DeMarco - My Kind of Woman  Edmonton bred, Vancouver living, legend in the making: Mac Demarco.  

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And I wouldn't blame him either.

Ian Curtis wouldn't hesitate killing himself again if he was aware of what his bandmates were up to after his death. Fucking New Order.  

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Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do, I'm half crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage, but you'd look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.

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http://www.weoccupy.co.uk

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Silence in the library, please. 

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Stand up straight and let me check if you're bulletproof. 

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Sir Sly - Ghost The defining sound of popular indie music in the early twenty teens. Like it or not, this is it, more or less.  Sounds pretty good to me.  

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Qualms.

Is a women's head worth more than mine? No, at least I don't think it is. Then why do I see, every time I walk by a haircut joint, that women's cuts cost more than my own? This doesn't seem right, not equal.  What I don't want to hear is that the reason it's more expensive is because it's a more difficult task; more time-consuming; more skill needed. What I choose to hear instead is that when my head is being sheered, there's more room for lazy bullshit. 

'Oh, I fucked up this guy's head? Oh well, no worry, keep going.' I'll notice, barber, and whether or not I say anything, I'll garner some deep resentment.    Live with that shit. 

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From Bellflower's OST, "Babyfin," by Jonathan Keevil.  Both the film and album are spectacular, I recommend them both.