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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