December 2009
200 posts
“Be patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart. Try to love the...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
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… that part that goes nowhere, fits nothing, that doesn’t, wouldn’t, isn’t instigates none– the- less the speculation of all parts that are. call it, if one will, a part so im- partial, an anomaly so absolute, that nothing, if not the breath it- self, might attain such resolute autonomy. nothing, that is, if not the germinal circulation of letters a- lighting, at last, on something...
“It is impossible to calculate the moral mischief, if I may so express it, that...”
– Thomas Paine. The Age of Reason
sonic youth, eat your heart out.
i’ve been listening to a lot of misson of burma lately.
the obliterati is pure post-punk perfection.
sepsisepsisepsis:
it’s just so wrong.
my brightest diamond - ice and the storm
darling...
i remember december
