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Sony Go Pro 3

This camera fascinates me. I got a camera for christmas, I want to take shots like this.

Live for the Chase ( Christmas Bells Are Ringing)

Every poem is just a guess I guess You write whatever is best and the old lines and edges of words and sounds fall in line Every poem takes alot of concentration and luck The thoughts and feelings within move around and shift inside words and sounds falling in line Some men are born underneath a lucky star Some women give birth beneath a lucky star The child coming forth into the hay the sheep goes bah the cow goes moo the horse goes neigh Dark riders and three wise men stopping on the side of the road for a cheeseburger and a shake Live for the chase

Art of Life - X Japan

For Lord Oda Nobunaga

You do not look back anymore

You do not look back anymore I go on to the endless future The walk down this road you have to believe ...

Glow Back Over Scars - Signal

I Pray

I pray you can still feel There will never be enough skin for this ink Save across my heart the words Do Not Revive Regardless of what they say even things I have seen in italian films I pray that you realize you were beauty to me and truth and love You blew like a wind through my life and helped me to see the eternal golden braid shimmering A tree turned in on itself the thing that hurts you always hurt me somehow I look over all I have done I find dust nothingness The words cut like a knife but I must speak them to myself until we both make them false A virgin mary falling over by herself A bolt of lightning to the uterus You're there you're alive That's enough Teresa. It was always enough. Fuck the caffeine. There was drama I could have avoided And Love That I could not But a life lived stretches limits sometimes to incoherence given me this moment where I can feel and see you again before we all go under

Roads - Portishead

Inner Struggle

It's dark but warm and loving and safe A thin sheen covers my face and my eyes are closed I do not eat but I am not hungry I hear sound but mostly I float dreamlike waiting for the moment when I can tear the veil and the water rushes out I will hurt you. In a fledgling and eminently real way The kick inside I wear the face I had that was given to me by my parents it is the face that I wear before I was born In mind I can see south florida although I've never been I feel a warm wind touching the palm although I have no skin The sea level goes higher bit by bit The weather like two coiled springs moving back and forth against each other I imagine in the darkness a shark circling the dock And so I kick him in the teeth Again. And Again. And Again.

Ode to A Pop Song

Have you ever heard a pop song when you have a fever or while seeing a beautiful sunset or at the moment you held someone that you loved for a long time and finally touched again? Have you ever heard a pop song at the moment of award when they had the coveted (insert trophy/medal/plaque here) to you and the crowd cheers? Have you ever heard a pop song playing in your mind when you just barely held the line between driving fast and losing control? Have you ever heard a pop song slickly polished and targeted to mass audiences when you stood in your front yard and watched your children play? Have you ever seen a pop star standing there at bandorrah waxing their board and paddling out to seven foot waves? Have you ever been to a concert where pop music was played and a mosh pit appeared in the center whirling away? Have you ever thought of a pop song echoing in the operating room when you were operating on someone's brain? Have you ever felt a

Radiohead - David Byrne/ The Talking Heads

Robot Clowns - Bob Wilson

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I know you don't believe me But the thoughts they never leave me Push them down down down To the bottom of my sea (An incubus in grease paint) And there they lay until this very day Yes they've held their breath But now their violet eyes Slowly break the surface Why did I try, why did I try To watch that movie again? Why did I think that I was immune A little more now than then? Cause now their rusted fingernails Are scratching at my door The robot clowns are coming soon To sip lemonade in the afternoon But their faces change at the cusp of night To maniacal smiles and a mechanical bite. Just because you don't perceive it Doesn't mean that it's not really happening It's a painful thing when your antenna's High above the clouds Turn out the light, turn off the phone Turn off my mind , leave me alone But now the robot clowns are scratching At my bedroom door. [You see, what you have Mr. Larrabee is A garden variety psych

Pale Blue Dot

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Today I saw a pale blue dot from Voyager It was photograph taken about 1990 in December The picture was of a planet with which we've all become familiar And even though it was small barely visible It was beautiful A bright pale blue dot for you for me Always I picture the Voyager spacecraft alone in the dark Listening to the Beach Boys and dreaming of a naked cowgirl Floating across the ceiling Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

Beyond The Horizon

My eyes are weak the light brings endless transition shadows and puppies spin in the distance I cannot see if the world before me is real There is no measure no sense of distance You can be close or far I reach to your memory and my hand touches thin air My heart fades each beat measured accounted One day my heart will stop and play its final beat One day I will go beyond the things I cannot see I suspect even though I do not know that day Will be a day where I can be still The people that have never been able to look me in the eye Will stare as do all It might be a cool gray day or heat and sunshine I am sure they will say that darkness follows night But I will see a flash of light and move in silence beyond all horizon Until then If it's okay with you The remote control is mine.

The Horizon

It is not so difficult to imagine that a man can talk to shadows Foras he nodded nearly napping when silently there came a tapping gently as if a rapping rapping upon his chamber door Edgar Allen Poe and a black raven had a conversation about a woman named Lenore It's not hard to understand that a man can fall into an event horizon defined by a woman carried by her form her shape and smell We have all been to Paris at some point and remember recent or far distant the sound and feel of places that are alive We can all belong to something greater than ourselves It doesn't have to be anything that makes sense A soldier carries a picture of his sweetheart into war A man who lost his female dog calls the new boy pup her A priest kisses the statue of the blessed mother A man caresses the metal of his beautiful old car The assassin polishes his thirty odd six The doctor remembers the names of the kids he delivered fifty years ago All of us kn

Streets of Philadelphia

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I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt. I was unrecognizable to myself. I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face. Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away On the Streets of Philadelphia. I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone, I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone, At night I could hear the blood in my veins, Black and whispering as the rain, On the Streets of Philadelphia. Ain't no angel gonna greet me. It's just you and I my friend. My clothes don't fit me no more, I walked a thousand miles Just to slip this skin. The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake, I can feel myself fading away, So receive me brother with your faithless kiss, Or will we leave each other alone like this On the Streets of Philadelphia

High and Dry - Radiohead

A Simple Observation

A simple observation that our spirits are bound to matter and matter is bound to space and space is bound to time but you are timeless A simple observation that life is bound to the living and our souls are dyed by the color of our thoughts and you kill yourself every time you fall apart A simple observation that men and women are a thing and that thing lives inside and when you touch it It screams

Radiohead - Paranoid Android

October Eleven Twenty Thirteen

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Tomorrow as you wend your way home You will hear at twilight a train come And dying leaves fly to the loam The dark carnival comes to town Your steps will echo on empty street The trees , one by one, their leaves Like men in graves will turn to peat And voices will echo of Hallow's eve Then you feel the cold hand of doom Yours to fear and face alone No hope that saves nor faith drawn The fates at last call back their own And whispered in a cold wind warn Something Wicked This Way Comes

How to Read This Blog: A Primer

This is a collection of writings, essays, image, film and verse. Much of it has been broken, over time, and there is much to read. It extends over the course of nearly six years, maybe more. Early posts included images and music that have been content removed by people who believe that they can own what's inside your head. Some posts are political in nature. They represent a concern for the world as it is, and my personal voting and activist considerations taken to change it for what I feel it should be. Some of the work done in the early years of this blog were dedicated purely to that aim, simply because I felt that we were on a bad vector. America engaged in War of Convenience, massively grew the federal bureaucracy, and enveloped much of what was done in levels of secrecy that were and are still unprecedented in our history. The attempt to implement a unitary executive was something I opposed. Some posts are sexual in nature. They reflect a sensibility that I maintain, b

Welcome to Tokyo - World Order

Shutdown

We leave our imprint on matter We carry our spirit in matter We are all made of starstuff Every Decision Every Moment Every Person Every Love Every Pet Every Action Right or Wrong Every Breath Every Flower Every Death Matters

Clarity - Zedd (ft. Foxes)

Dom and Sub

Below the sea red is removed and all is blue Above, drawn against Haiti A republic of Dominica The sub approaches the shore and surfaces in the harbor And the Dominican Republic opens her arms so the ship lays down her armor The hatch spins open and El Capitan Sees the sun for the first time For every woman there is a man For every man comes a woman It's good to be home

Health and Care

The 500 Percent

In America, with 15% of the population living below the poverty line, and 1% of the population holding more wealth than nearly all of the bottom 25% combined, there exists a structure of paid off politicians, corrupt corporate rules for leaking insider information, stock trade, and institutionalized bribery. It is an attempt by those traitors to our cause, who sided with the British during the great American revolution - to reinstate the monarchy and reward themselves. It is taxation without representation - the hidden fees, the not so hidden extra work for no pay, the bills that kill. But within this same group of people, there are those I call the 500%. They are the ones who take most of their information from television and radio, talk radio, or video clips. I call them the 500% because I recently learned from someone who did a study, that information you gather in this manner is 5 times slower than if you read it. A good example might be found in reading law. If someone spends

Street Spirit - Radiohead

Heureux Anniversaire

A black and white film of a man making his way across town. faded print flickering like a whisper from the 1920's echo of citroen and shaving cream and a sunflower decapitated by a sunroof He comes up to the apartment and she is drunk it took too long pour sont arrive lover of gin , one too many fade out again She dreams talking softly to herself against the din of rain and fragments of the sky burned into the ordinary world and stolen like diamonds in the night I come from a dead place from pride from sadness my body failing my heart a vacuum a place where no life could ever exist a place where I need you the most a place where passion and coincidence intersect and tear us all apart drawn like a moth She is spinning in the dark a flapper pearls against black lace a black Charleston set against light we can recognize And I know at once the sorrow and joy I taste the bathtub gin Mixed by an old man with a halo and a shock of white hair

Rodney "The Dog" Mullen - TED Talk

Yes, that was our nickname for him. And well deserved. Help take a bite out of crime.

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac/Final Fantasy[AMV]

Rules

The ancient greeks had a saying: Every virtue is a median between two extremes. This is to a large extent , true. Americans can be over the top. Everyone can. After 911, we went over the top. We developed some of the most intrusive laws ever created - the Patriot act being the shining example. A government that already held too many ties to corporations - suddenly found itself with a former CEO holding high level meetings to define policy. How do you think they were driven? Do corporations act in the interest of a nation, or their shareholders? And so it goes. Insurance companies hire people to draft legislation, and take elements of reform that were intended to finally end the medical industry insanity in our country, and instead expand a law - which will soon go into effect - to a level of complexity that defies perception. It's centerpiece: you are required to buy insurance. And a few days ago, with rain approaching - I decided to head over to an indoor pool and go for a s

Sigur Rós - Sæglópur

Russian Flowers

Perhaps once before night I kiss your cheek You smell faintly of vodka and the black sea Perhaps once before I fly I wipe my tears B.O.A.C. I close my eyes and say goodbye and the darkness falls away I stand in a place we have both never been before The sun rises white Its light blue And our eyes tuned to azure ray I reach up and out and into my own heart and dispel the blackness there and find that I can breathe the air And you and I are strong again We turn and touch each other's skin And once before the night the blue light of our star catches the fall of your hair and I remember you as you really are Mother and flower that blossoms out of the aeon a memory of green

Teresa V

A viral revelry your music wends its way through me a symphony of memory wrapped in the innocence of sleeping children Your eyes your skin your heart the flat of your abdomen and my calm hand next door tv flashing blue frames on the wall You and I forever and ever and the older we grow and the more we know the less we show We are who we are not vampire made of stars And at last I admit that I can do without your innuendo and my drama so many years driven in between us cutting through my heart and breaking my bones Who am I, Teresa? I am a dragon. I am a song. I am a man. I am a fool. I am a poem that quickly changes its tune. I am the alpha and omega. I am a lover. I am a friend. What am I, Teresa? I am a monster. I am the passive aggressor. I am the prayer. I am the wind. I am the star. I am the darkness. Catfish to God.

Dragula - Rob Zombie

Love and Kisses

It's funny how part of my body remembers you My cat wants me to forget bringing fleas and disease Its sharp white teeth into my leg does not dispel Memories of Green I want to feel the cool earth and the touch of grass and your scent To close my eyes and feel alive and be a part of you again And so I move next to you and curl around you and we sleep and dream

Thrift Shop - Macklemore and Ryan

Job

I know what you're thinking. But take comfort. Pretty obnoxious, huh? Written here on a blog. After all, wouldn't the creator of the universe be a bit more creative? Why aren't I talking to you by swan? Like Zeus? Why do I always talk to one person, alone? Instead of just using Televisionary Television? Hey. Aren't you used to piles of shit by now? Enough love songs for that monster child. I want to speak to you. I want you to understand why you're alive. Then the storm spoke. And the thunder said. You see. You were made to die. I didn't do this to be mean. I just wanted you to know why. It's a wish. After all, the universe keeps us going. Galaxies twist and collide and wipe out entire sections of life Like things that grow and multiply in a drop of water Not quite like leviathan Smaller And so we killed off planets before it happens. You have to, sometimes - for life. And, you know for the wife. You listen to

Hi, I'm Your Disease

Hi. I'm your disease. We're going to be friends, today. Please don't sleep. Just push yourself. All day, all night - I'll be waiting for you when you tire I'm low grade. I know what you're thinking. Why shouldn't I just blossom into a full blown fever? Simple. Then you would be leery and I couldn't cut and splice your DNA with safety scissors and a glue stick I like colors I know. Let's paint your hair gray caving in around you try to look the other way but you can't turn around It's ok for you to hate me for all the things I've done I've made a few mistakes but I'm not the only one But please. Don't sleep. Don't heal. Just let me stay inside where the soft dark things hide I am so hungry and so simple I love you I've always loved you I am religion, in my own way and I know you love to have religion in your own way My final prayers are written inside I am the ultimate

Come and Get it - Selena Gomez

Home - Tina Dico/ Zero 7

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Lost in cheap delirium searching the neon light I move carefully sink in the city Aquarium sing in the key of night as they're watching me Take me somewhere we can be alone Make me somewhere I can call a home 'Cause lately I've been losing on my own Wrapped in silent elegance beautiful broken down as illusions burst Too late to learn from experience too late to wonder how to finish first Take me somewhere we can be alone Make me somewhere I can call a home 'Cause lately I've been losing on my own Won't you take me home?

Wor - Django Django

The Art of Asking - Amanda F-king Palmer

Ordinary World - Simon Le Bon/ Duran Duran

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Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue, Thought I heard you talking softly. I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio, Still I can't escape the ghost of you. What has happened to it all? crazy some would say. Where is the life that I recognize? Gone away But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world, Somehow I have to find. And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world, I will learn to survive. Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say: Pride will tear us both apart. Well now pride's gone out the window, cross the rooftops, run away, Left me in the vacuum of my heart. What is happening to me? crazy some would say. Where is my friend when I need you most? Gone away But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world, Somehow I have to find. And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world, I will learn to survive. Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed. Fear today, forgot to

Go Pro - Kelia Moniz - Roxy Wahine Classic

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The Future of the Internet (And How You Can Stop It)

I have a garage A workshop It was once filled with water and mold grows on everything but like good marriages it is built now on what isn't as well as what is I have a few things I've made and things I've invented I have a white board and a surf board and a skate board I surf there and try to invent things there are moments where I can focus on things But mostly I'm just bored I spend time on the internet most of which I do not live to regret I learn and travel and feel as if I am somewhere else I sit still and grow fat and soft My eyes grow weak I pulse through the sky with dark angels in flight across a godless ocean I adapt in profound ways I take time out to work with a switch that seems never to die and make it work better and connect everything in my backyard to the front and wireless to the side and out to the car and to my bike and to connect in other ways I will watch out for people who wear the internet

Oxford Comma - Vampire Weekend

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A Riddle , For Father's Day.

Armored scales never a-clinking never breathing always drinking My color of skin the same as that within that which has no hinge, nor key or lid yet inside golden treasure hid I come not from not random chemical but like a comet to the earth Knowing well that when I was born I would need to feed And one day I will be saved from darkness and basketball And live to retire in a clear plastic bowl For the day at last I abandon my Goal My goal will be achieved. What Am I?

Get Lucky - Daft Punk

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Pasteurization

Some say the world shall end in fire others say ice But I have seen the end of the world in desire and I have seen the beginning of the world in the eye of a bird before it was killed I have heard the pure intentions juxtaposed between the sharpened claws of a cat who leapt silently and fell from the world I saw the moment the air opened wide and let him in I heard the poetry of the unerring strike Its effeciency The deadly allure of life within uncertainty The bird thought it could run away but like the cat who would go hungry It was taking a chance I saw the world fall away and the beautiful colors fade The cat takes the head and like kittens who must be led outside and away from litter and chairs and toys filled with catnip So we can be led to greatness Or cold silence. Chance Favors The Prepared Mind

Ya Hey - Vampire Weekend

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Imagine Dragons

There in the mist just before the dawn we remember the hiss the sound of the dragon deep within our bones It shocks us back to the living and gives us sense to fight together and make a stand Dragons can be confused and they don't know what they're hitting They burn their food torn in two Their approach is never subtle They do not have opposable thumbs and cannot build bridges Their armor is not always perfect Gold can draw their attention A dragon knows what from its hoard exactly would be missing But all that glitters is not gold Speak Friend and Enter

New Refinements in Male to Female Surgery

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Tearesea' hu' po 7 meter

I don't care about Hawaii I've got Tahiti. I'm a cold ass honky. I've got it all . Under. Control. Check it out. Three people That dress up and clean my house. I've got it all. Knot agreed juries during Gnaw Tiffany Mouse I know the pieces fit. Because I watched them fall Square, fundamental Catching an edge and over The light I find and simple division carrying me forward through to the end Tweeze denied beef worker Isthmus This talking swear unbided Gemini wit cairn Onward through the storm Buddy herding explain air hedge rowboat design Grit your teeth Keep a stiff upper lip Move on and through and onto a sense of Compassion To survive After all 7 meters is alot of wave

Love is a Stranger - Kate Miller Heidke

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Teresa 4

Sometimes you have to be there You can't just tell someone or add a soundtrack and make it something And sure, things will worry you You want others to feel good and you want them to even - feel to cut through inhibition and despair testing limits Sometimes you have to be there You can't just make someone into something they are not and it doesn't really matter what they believe or what you believe love feels sometimes like religion you have to follow your heart And sure, you can collect everything together all the hidden stories you thought made you special all the mystical moments , clothing optional the respect you give and the respect you have taken Somtimes All of it adds up to nothing You have to be there Even if there is here It's so hard to explain how harmless everything really is until you face it All of it. And make it to the other side. Listen And hear The sound of the faces in the crowd

Teahupo

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Bug Light

A dark blue purple beacon that fills a bug's eye with possibility A silver mesh of wire that fills a bug's mind with electricity An eerie light on a dark night Lit by the flash of simple minds seeking light And finding it

Old Man - Neil Young

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A Nice Jewish Girl

Let's face it one testament is enough Whoever would climb the summit of truth to receive commandment should write in stone or the Talmud that whatsoever ye would do unto others as they to you And to the chosen be born A true Messiah A Spirit from the Sky who wields the power of the earth and will baptize with fire and more than likely know what it means to be broken hearted once or twice Maybe an alien impregnate zombie suicide mission To A Nice Jewish girl The only person who knows to whom The voice of the invisible shadow belongs But enough, already Let's travel along the footpath covered in weeds that grow like the word of false prophets Each tear we cry Each day when we wake up And see each screw that we are missing perhaps tiny like diamond sparks The voice of your conscience Or is it the Shadow..? That says Crime does not pay .. Girls are trouble But to a Nice Jewish Girl - Ask her. And she will tell you. There

Rockefeller Skank - Fatboy Slim

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Teresa II

Over the past few years to the traditional sound of the drama has been added a new noise I close my eyes and pretend I can write and you can read and the images on my skin mean anything at all Mine are scars Yours are purple and red and yellow and on fire Your skin would catch the color everywhere Geisha One day I will read your memoir And by love and union I will at last become a Daimyo I close my eyes and see The pulsing orb that grows from the center of the world And suddenly it is spring And you and I are beneath the cherry and dogwood May we walk long among their blossoms Muttu teke motomo fukigatashi

Lights - Ellie Goulding

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Yellowstone

I wasn't there when it began at least the way I am Maybe we were all undersea like the fossil I found in the middle of a south Georgia Field The forest could have been a reef The mountains an Island The ridges of the canyon a channel where we swim It doesn't always matter where we came from As long as we know where we're going like Old Faithful who tells us where we are And the mountains if you listen can tell us where we've been Like flying saucers and Jesus Christ riding a Dinosaur across the eerie landscape of endless numbered days that crush themselves like kittens against the breast biting milk teeth the blue someday that fell like daggers of hot rain up yellow stone and lifted up into clouds that you and I named lorraine and salem and tufts

Weary Memory - Iron and Wine

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The Mormon Overdrive

Placed in L5 spinning in axis The black metal engine waits for its master The Laban fires her jets and moves into position bringing the overdrive into the hold The symbols on the case are hard to read so I load a translation firmware burned in the silicon implants from powdered stone that were once my eyes on Mormon overdrive to the stars I am what I once was and lo my soul has grown to a lordly compass within the souls of the ten million tiny robots that make me who I am I can no longer drink wine the gray suffused into my veins I can no longer smoke because I no longer breathe I eat once a week or whenever I need to add new parts do androids dream of electric sheep? I wait in reefersleep and take care of those within asleep frozen waiting like comets on an arc of new life like the waking limb pins and needles pins and needles and stars and songs nice to know you Goodbye

Bettie Page - A Dream

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Boston

Boston is a beautiful place where everyone can run their own race Where people can simply be and people can be free It's been too long since the last tea party Tyranny takes a new name and a new face Tyranny of the Mind Tyranny of the Flesh Schedule in ink upon skin A Post Humanist World Set aside grace Set aside love like a Seminary long having changed its name and forgotten Boston A fair city May it help me to remember your face And to those who travel that way may God keep safe It's ok. You don't have to believe, here in the ancient of days

Echoes/ Pink Floyd - 2001

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Teresa One

Here are my thoughts that are your thoughts that have been our thoughts since before time began and after it will end First, dead air rings through the sky because all of that time was not when we were alive the realm of soft illusion that we never lived and all the world unborn And this brings us to music you play during sex but it's all just music on hold maybe like life a bit you and me breeders And so we weave our way into enfoldment of space and time that keeps a pocket of miracle left from all the disease and our soft eyes and fading senses return us to the place we came Plant me in the ground next to a redwood or an oak but never a pine Let my body feed the world as I have fed from it and never be its mistress but its lover and friend the ocean closes in And the Gryphon rises with terrible Will carrying valentine to twenty nines that every four years adds one more day of life To you.

Violin Music On Hold

On hold music whispers Friendly conversation fills the hallway and the phone cradle set against my ear feels calm I take a drink of water and break an aspirin with my thumb The irregular half popped into my mouth and chased with cool water as violins play music to my ear What is it about classical music that makes it timeless? Music soothes the savage beast and gives us a taste of the beyond While someone on the end of the line with whom I am talking runs diagnostics and sets everything right The violins in symphony carrying me forward in time second by second minute by minute In some ways warm In some ways cold Younger than my teeth Older than my tongue

Sigur Ros - Glósóli

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Stage

Blow the explosive bolts stage separation falls to earth parachute unfold destined to the water off the Florida coast We are approach escape velocity Opening the engine wide We design a course to the stars Full throttle into the dark Where no man has gone before

Украина имеет талант 5 - Анастасия Соколова Донецк

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Narcissus Wizard

I know let's say he's a narcissist Then we don't have to thing about the fact that he's writing about God or tearing out our intestinal tract and replacing it nanobots Let's call him self absorbed then we don't have to think about the fact that he's writing about Politics losing friends left and right mostly right He doesn't share pictures of children or wives or lovers He doesn't write about others He doesn't buy into the holy atheist temple of I, me, my, mine He isn't sure we can sense all we can see or see all that we can sense He believes in the invisible sky God He thinks tattoos are a way assert control over our own flesh He writes about polyamory and he plays Megadeth Let's call him a narcissist Berate him Forsake him Forget him better still

Biting Elbows- The Stampede

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You Have Caused Pain

You have caused pain and it has been felt by another it has stopped them from being able to feel and tainted their love You have caused sorrow and it has been felt by your lover it has stopped them from feeling real and sent them to another You have complications and they have obscured the beauty of the simple things You have forgotten the miracle and wonder In its place you have created information and complexity You have built a resistance to feeling things everything is perfect just the way it seems Except for a pair of angel wings that fly you low to the ground and keep you from harm and remind you That life is for the living and love conquers all Amor Vincit Omni

The Wizard of Oz / Pink Floyd

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In Heaven

I have a great Idea for a game see if you like it First, we seed the solar system with comets and set everything up so that every now and then one begins The long haul down toward the sun and hits this planet where water coexists with ice coexisting with steam Then, we let bits and pieces of stuff we want you know, the DNA that smells good let it find a foothold Add maybe, what would you say? 3 billion years or so? And see what grows. I bet you anything that we will get sentient life. Let's put them in orbit just far enough away so that they get wiped out every ten or twenty million years or so but just close enough so they can adapt and select and know what it's like to be alive before the explosion And darkness upon the face of the deep. In Heaven. No one can hear you scream.

Nostalgia for Infinity

She was printed from the core of an asteroid Each part lovingly sculpted and assembled by robots Near earth orbit at Lagrange Point Three Ice in her hull forms a radiation barrier and a breakaway shield I took helm in the last part of the year But first I got rid of my intestine and stomach And like a Hindu Love God I added a few more arms Then, in the weightlessness of space my ears long removed I floated toward her with a bottle of champagne and crashed it on her hull The beautiful graphic tracing up along her nose Nostalgia for Infinity And I pointed her homeward to the stars

To The Wonder

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We travel from one point to another in love From nothingness to being From dark to light From loneliness to companionship And from companionship to sense and the vast landscape that holds our spirit Where we are all part of a divine dance that began from before we were born and continues far after our death Glimpsed, if for a few moments But remembered Forever

Safe And Sound - Capital Cities

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A Possibly Random Thought..

Why does heroin make you lose your sex drive?

US Blues

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Into Sunrise

Do you believe? In what you see? Is it all so simple? How many things can you name. How many things have a name? Do you care? Is it worth the trouble? How many times today. How many, is today times today? Are you alone? Connected to the world and to everyone everywhere There's no question. That I love you. But I'm living in my own time. But here I am debating Whether I'm wrong or right Who Am I To Make a Judgement of Your Life? Wonder Survives Flashing true color a light that spirals upward into the dark to hide away for another day.

Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana

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Blue Valentine

Sometimes a film can strike a chord that falls slightly out of tune, accompanies an off-tone voice and lights up the sidewalk. Blue Valentine is film that you should see. I am writing this here, instead of on "Social Media" because I want to explore what things really are. My keyboard feels wrong. My laptop is ultra fast and touch enabled and it is dying to download something else and stream and it just deleted an entire paragraph. But while my workstation keyboard is cold, I will help it to soldier up the hill of a review. Perhaps its constant inability to ignore the random off key hit and provide any kind of hammering, happy refrain to my writing - will be an inspiration to just wire myself straight into the ultrabook. Who knows. The film is about a languishing marriage, and flashes back and forth in time. It is beautiful. It is a valentine. And at its heart, are the blues. Aptly named, but also given over to a simple sense of exploration and growth. See it. Yes, I

Snack

It's 5 am my cat waits outside patiently hidden in a bush by the breadcrumbs I scattered on the ground Soon breakfast will be served

Santa: The Concept

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Cold Rebel

Do not fire until you can see the whites of their eyes

One of These Days I'm Going to Cut You Into Little Pieces

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Domme and Domer

He waits for her as she gets into bed the sharp look in her eyes fills his head with visions of pain to come He cuddles up pulling the sheet to his neck eagerness in his eyes and a pink milk of magnesia mustache She is so sweet that is her secret it makes him happy to be near her and also to serve as they entwine and the inevitable stainless steel clamping bite and rope tied tight she lets her mind drift to a time when she could count

Sadness is a Blessing - Lykke Li

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Names and Dreams

We walked arm and arm but we couldn't speak The dark enfolding us on our path Our love shining bright nameless worldless At night the ice weasels come It was then I spoke to you and over the times we shared our words exchanged you and I And I realized I had become a film screened in the seventies with flaws missing frames And I suppose some could be proud that they could name all the actors But I didn't remember anyone and just enjoyed the story And you

Tanzmjzik - Kraftwerk

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Search. Evaluate. Execute.

The road bent up around me and flying above the ground my wet fur froze and the wheel released skidding across the mountain road Ten miles out in raining ice the air cracked open wide and let me in I gnashed my teeth and my body went soft but the ground did not yield I rolled when I hit and it felt like I was coming apart for the second time And in the universe next door a nun's habit flew off as she rode up the hill the driver careful looking into each intersection his soft, failing eyes - at last, reshaping and reforming themselves forced to search and once found to evaluate the danger that exists in all cars to someone on a motorcycle they travel in their shining metal eyes dull seeing and not seeing and all will kill you But the road holds its own black surface and pothole and so see everything make your eyes focus outward and strong you execute your plan and in a universe next door a siren wails and the torn, misshappen body o

Things to do while Listening to the Ramones

1. Dance 2. Writhe 3. Jump 4. Drive 5. Fly

Hatred. Asexuality. Void.

Most of the universe is a void. Black nothing. It's cold, and not alot of fun. Sure, things happen out there.But to an earth bound species, whose lower tracts still teem with symbiotic bacillus, and are bound to consuming organic food in a 1 g gravity field in order to survive - the void and weightlessness tend to force our hand and make it difficult for us to have birthday parties where you can blow out all the candles on the cake without igniting an oxygen tank somewhere. Within that void, I am sure the forces of asexuality are alive. Sexuality is an important part of humanity: without it, there would be no Bettie Page. * shiver * Hatred, however, is a driving force. Like love, hatred has an agenda, and specifics. Where love brings people together, hatred drives them apart as fast as it can. It's the manager's special at kroger, gas station sushi of the partially hydrogenated grocery store from hell. There are alot of images that center around hatred. Horned dev

No Cup Is Safe

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Nick

Nick no matter how much the natural world with all its rabbits and birds and squirrels can be cute overload a black snake wending its way up the trunk of a tree is between you and me creepy

Tiny Dancer - Elton John/Almost Famous[AMV]

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Imagining You , With Velocity

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I am imagining you without clothes I like what I see I picture you underneath the sky stars shimmering white earth beneath your feet Sometimes at night I dream of you without clothes the faint scar beneath your breast my imagination tracing your form recognizing every change And at high speed sometimes again I cannot bring myself to look upon you not so much by form but from memory and concentration the plan tearing itself from its controls I pilot homeward The wind pulling at our clothes Your pants fall to the ground Where they belong

Moonrise Kingdom

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Why I Can

I can because I try I can because I am I can because you are I can because the sun shines upon the brave Sure I make mistakes who doesn't? but the good thing about you and I is that we try

Freedom Is A Breakfast Food

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Why I Cannot

I cannot let go I think it is because as EE Cummings would have said thesensualfeeloflife doesnotleavemelongenough I know my nerveless grasp one day will relax But not now It's not safe With you There is complexity and parasympathetic sexuality a nervous tension I am not familiar with but you smell good and you tastevenbetter and you are the reason if anyoneeverneededone that I am a hopeless romantic and from eros and chaos and dark winged night Hesiodsayswecame andhesidosayswewillreturn and the pilot strong who knows the waters carries on that my soul is I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness unless you love someone nothing else makes sense

Yellow - Ken Nordine

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From Nothing

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Confession is good for the soul so much of life as an adult is built upon the shattered ground where ee cummings laid down beside the spring chicken and the red wheelbarrow covered with rain honesty brings us together and tells us where we stand The will to fight can be found in anything except of course Cats Never mistaken for urge to kill We are walking from Hell to Higher Ground that keeps a homeopathic remembrance of people who died taking their own advice like Walt Disney, frozen in ice murmuring in his sleep So vault across the timeless reach and smuggle my brain in a genetically engineered uterus connect me to computers and social media that has no way of becoming Light from Dark take me to the blind side and take the time to look at where we are going and how far we've come And thank God for women with heart who save you and me and everyone else from the nothing we have become

A Whiter Shade of Pale - Procul Harem

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