February 2012
Where do you go to nights? The soft, self-centered morning light filters like silk strands through cracks in the blinds. And you come home, hitting your feet against furniture in the dark. I miss the sound of rattling pots and pans as you searched attempted to cook some bread-based dish to soak up the alcohol, staving the imminent throb of the following day. After some slurred musings to yourself...
i deserve nothing but
asphyxiation arson avarice amputation animosity assault battery bruise burnt blood boils bludgeon crushing cauterization caution condemnation catastrophe cataclysm death decay disease deformation defamation deprivation destruction effigy embalming escape erasure end finale fury fire fists force fecundity gore grave grit gun grime hell hurt hole helplessness horror...
genericpeople:
Loner by Burial
He’s back.
Unpopular opinion: I really don't like the Talking...
January 2012
SOPA EMERGENCY LIST →
badelectricity:
anarchyagogo:
SOPA Emergency IP list: So if these ass-fucks in DC decide to ruin the internet, here’s how to access your favorite sites in the event of a DNS takedown tumblr.com 174.121.194.34 wikipedia.org 208.80.152.201 # News bbc.co.uk 212.58.241.131 aljazeera.com 198.78.201.252 # Social media reddit.com...
Pardon me, ma'am, while I try to solve my problems...
ho hum diddly dum
December 2011
I don't believe in god but I pray for the...
when I get to NC
pour whiskey on the rocks, put on some Emeralds vinyl, curl up in a ball on the couch with cat until both the whiskey and the record are done.
repeat.
In the backyard the sad dog dies, his eyes pointed upward as if saying “I would rather not live alone. Bury me with the ones I love.” But no one knows what a dog’s eyes say so the grass eats him and the cold dirt keeps him and the warm wind sweeps his decay and dust towards the sea.
Can't seem to find the right
The small trickle of blood from the left hand’s second knuckle, uncompromising in its color, drips drops down to the speckled brown carpet. I feel lightheaded, the insides of me swish around in themselves. My stomach is unsettled, uncomfortable. Dark red hands as the postman sings softly to himself “Baby I miss you today.” My seat back is rigid and I am constantly yawning....
1 tag
I haven't been sleeping, really
Cracking the curtains, I stared up at the ceiling. It was smooth and gray, amorphous almost in the shifting light. Outside a dull sunrise turned the yellow glow of the streetlights pale. I wrung my hands. In the living room my forgotten tea steeped too much and went cold. The sounds of the streets filtered through my listless thoughts: rats fighting in trashcans, distant car horns, sirens from the...
genericpeople:
Lime Wash (Barrelled) by Karenn
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November 2011
I will abandon the body, the blood will abandon me
Reblog this if you love "Community" and want NBC...
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I can’t believe it! I am all aflutter!
October 2011
a weekend, recently :
Our breath hung in the air, heralding the coming winter, as we bundled in our coats and made our way to Waschauerstr where my flatmate was playing a gig in a karaoke bar. Aine, my amazing visitor from Montreal, and I met up with Christoph around Kottbusser Tor as we ate our doners, drinking beers on the walk to the club. We eventually got there and the revelery ensued, mostly taking place in the...
The LP version of Ghost Medicine is up to buy from... →
SWAMP POP
recorded my first seemingly optimistic song and yet it still has elements of a midnight seance.
ex-cathedra asked: My god, man, I am so fuckin' stoked to see you again. It will be a reunion that brings the titans, themselves, to their knees with sentimentality. They'll use srtist's renditions for hallmark cards in valhalla.
night terror
We were in a musty room, the three of us, that looked like it was decorated during a particularly cocaine addled part of the 70s. The chairs we sat in were furnished in cracked, dark orange leather and were shaped as if to fit to the contours of our bodies. Our shoes resting in the corner of the room, we sunk our bare feet into the dark brown shag carpet that was easily an inch or so thick. A...
I have made a terrible mistake
America doesn’t give a shit about real, proper electro music. Why the fuck am I leaving? This is stupid.
Berlin 2012
when I get back to New York, it will be like early...
In Transit:
Sound of Stereo - Mineral 12”
Burns - Teknique EP 12”
Games - That We Can Play 12”
Jacques Greene - The Look 12”
Jaques Greene - I Like You 10”
Lee Noble - Horrorrism LP
Snails - She’d Like An Hour 7”
Minks - Arabay 7”
Heavenly Beat - Suday 7”
Dive - Sometime 7”
1958-2009 - s/t LP
Willamette - Echo Park LP
Sail a...