December 2011
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Angelite & Moscow Art Trio & Huun-Huur-Tu...
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spacebats: west seattle / nova high school people →
rragnarok:
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goddessblood:
tell me funny stories about Mr. Couture, Mr. Ursino, Mrs. Lemcio, etc.
or debbie, sheri, LARS, mark, etc.
Lars: one time we were in art class and someone had left a sandwich on the table unattended and he was ogling it for like 15 minutes, he walked over and picked it up,…
oh god excitement.
once Maia and I painted “GULLIBLE” on Lars’ ceiling and J.R...
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“This book is dedicated to the Ancient Ones, to the Lords of Abominations,...”
– William S. Burroughs, Cities of The Red Night
November 2011
40 posts
“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do...”
– Aldous Huxley, Island
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“Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart
I would break my body to pieces to...”
– Peter S. Beagle
“My offerings are not for the temple at the end of the road, but for the wayside...”
– Fireflies, Rabindranath Tagore
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Cat Power — Cross Bones Style — Moon Pix (1998)
“You guys know about vampires? … You know, vampires have no reflections in a...”
– Junot Diaz
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Kate Bush — Jig of Life — Hounds of Love...
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“We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak...”
– Audre Lorde
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Ando Drom — Pundela (1997)
I’m so anxious...
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“My definition of a devil is a god who has not been recognized. That is to say,...”
– Joseph Campbell, An Open Life, p.28-29
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“Give your children words, about themselves, and their body. Naming is powerful....”
– somaticstrength. Your innocence will not save you: conservative Christianity and childhood sexual abuse. Trigger warning: childhood sexual violence/abuse.
“Realize that anyone who tries to put you down about your appearance is assuming...”
– Skeptifem (in this interview: link )
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Sandy Bull — Little Maggie — Fantasias for Guitar...
“Silence is God’s first language.”
– San Juan de la Cruz
Making a Fist, Naomi Shihab Nye →
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out of me, a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear. I was seven, I lay in the car watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass. My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin. “How do you know if you are going to die?” I begged my mother. We had been traveling for days. With strange confidence she...
“First you wake in disbelief, then
In sadness and grief and when you wake
For...”
– Dean Young “Side Effects” in Skid