Pulp, She's Dead
Monday | 7 December 2015 | 05:52 PM 
"I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass... and I'm all out of bubblegum."
Friday | 4 December 2015 | 10:17 PM
Born this day
The Jimi Hendrix Experience, All Along the Watchtower
Friday | 27 November 2015 | 11:34 AM
Blue Origin’s New Shepard pulls off a historic vertical landing
Tuesday | 24 November 2015 | 04:41 PM
On Ballard's love of Paul Delvaux/Brigid Marlin
Paul Delvaux, The Village of the Sirens, 1942
Sunday | 15 November 2015 | 02:12 PM
Waiting Around To Die By Townes Van Zandt Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me Sometimes I can't even see the reason why I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin' It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die One-time friends I had a ma, I even had a pa He beat her with a belt once cause she cried She told him to take care of me, she headed down to Tennessee It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die I came of age and found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar She cleaned me out and hit it on the sly I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped a train Seemed easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die A friend said he knew where some easy money was We robbed a man and brother did we fly The posse caught up with me, drug me back to Muskogee It's two long years, just a-waitin' 'round to die Now I'm out of prison, I got me a friend at last He don't steal or cheat or drink or lie His name's codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen Together we're gonna wait around and die
Tuesday | 10 November 2015 | 02:55 PM
Beasts Bounding Through Time by Bukowski Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine the impossibility of being human Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town the impossibility of being human Burroughs killing his wife with a gun Mailer stabbing his the impossibility of being human Maupassant going mad in a rowboat Dostoyevsky lined up against a wall to be shot Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller the impossibility Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops the impossibility Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench Chatterton drinking rat poison Shakespeare a plagiarist Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness the impossibility the impossibility Nietzsche gone totally mad the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.
Tuesday | 10 November 2015 | 01:59 PM
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