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Moment
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The universe…
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Monthly Archives: May 2015
LAIBACH: We Had a Great Time and We Wanted Our Nation to Break Down – Live Review/Photo Gallery
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Originally posted on Factory Worker Media:
Mina Špiler, vocals/synths Ostensibly, it’s not only “Europe [that] is falling apart,” as the song “Eurovision” declares on Laibach‘s latest release, Spectre: mass shootings and riots are increasingly common in American cities, and California’s impending…
trainwreck(ya i am a)
Ya I’m a trainwreck
That’s what they call me,
I’ve been a lot
Of places
I haven’t found a home
Yet,
I’ve experimented with gender
And alot of drugs…
Ya I’m a trainwreck
That’s what they call
Me,
When I was younger
Nothing I could
Identity with,
Later on I found
A Feast of Friends
To share moments
Of this confined finite
Existence with,
But lime a vagabond
I turned out my thumb
Just hitching on…
Trainwreck is what
They call me,
Ya trainwreck is what
They call me,
One moment working
In my grandfathers yard
And garden,
Next working in fast food
Then a blues bar,
Then a sports bar…
Then back to fast food
Then bus to Seattle
To work in fast food
Living in the streets
Then back to Rocky River
To work in fast food
Then moved to Sandusky
Worked as a glorified Carnival Rat
At…
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Read a letter Dave Grohl wrote to Ian Mackaye at age 14
The tidal wave commits
Suicide
Everytime
It reaches the
Beach,
I turn the
Sand to glass
Setting my thoughts
Of you on fire,
Emptying my
Soul
One
Last
…time…
Of you.
a year had passed
I sat independently alone on a love seat
In a smoke filled attic.
Others going from one person
To another-
I sat comfortably in my own thought
Lost in the worlds, and dimensions
Of my selves, congrulently
Acutely starring at her
As she stare over with an
Obtuse smile
Starring back at me-
Our lines parallel
Perpetually perpendicular
In still water draining to
Some other pond, and garden.
She walked up on me
Interrupting my thinking of thoughts
Her eyes penetrating the dark loneliness
Of my shining soul-
Her waters waved on my beach
Turning everything of the past
To glass
For me to break through
As I bleed into her ocean,
Just with her smile
She healed my soul corrupted wounds
That I wore on my sleeve
With my darken heart.
She came over to me gave me a hug
Touched my face,
Saying goodbye for the evening…
She…
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Brief Intro to the Men’s Rights Movement
7 Charles Bukowski tips for a kick-ass life
Charles Bukowski was an American author, poet, short story writer, and novelist who shared his unfiltered views and opinions with the world on everything from art to death.
Here we bring you seven tips from his works to live an awesome life.
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