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Tue, 02 Oct 2012 15:53:06 -0400

ugh: Washed Out - You and I

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 15:50:40 -0400

ugh:

Washed Out - You and I

"I’m like ‘the Tea Party is racist’ and my friend is like ‘Kamau, you can’t call the Tea Party..."

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 15:21:00 -0400

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I’m like ‘the Tea Party is racist’ and my friend is like ‘Kamau, you can’t call the Tea Party racist. They’re not all racist.’ And I was like, you know what, I don’t need the Tea Party to be 100% racist for me to feel perfectly fine calling them racist. I don’t need 100% racism in the group. It could be way less than 100%. 10% is plenty for me. If the Tea Party is 10% racist I feel comfortable labeling the whole group racist.

Let me explain how that works. If I offer you a shake, a milkshake. I say ‘would you like a milkshake?’ You go “yeah, sure I’d like a milkshake.” I go, ‘okay, here you go, but just so you know it’s 10% shit.’

Oh, now you suddenly you understand how it works. 10% is kinda a lot ain’t it. You go ‘uh oh, that’s too much shit in my shake.

”

- W. Kamau Bell on the Tea Party and Race

"When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat."

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 13:30:42 -0400

“When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.”

- Charles Bukowski

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Wed, 19 Sep 2012 17:37:00 -0400

cacaotree: Mary Nomecos, Fissure.

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 10:39:05 -0400

cacaotree:

Mary Nomecos, Fissure.

Seeing two beautiful people sleepily cuddling on the train makes me pine for my own lazy romance; I...

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 21:50:48 -0400

Seeing two beautiful people sleepily cuddling on the train makes me pine for my own lazy romance; I count minutes like cracks in the sidewalk until I’m in his arms again, and now know what it’s like to really lose myself in someone magnificent.

don’t you know you sucked the heart right out of my throat this is serious we could be...

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 08:00:58 -0400

don’t you know you
sucked the heart right
out of my throat
this is serious
we could be soulmates you
are in my dreams like destiny

violet

Thu, 30 Aug 2012 15:54:29 -0400

violet

miami

Tue, 28 Aug 2012 18:17:39 -0400

miami

Balconies, Barcelona, by Vic

Tue, 28 Aug 2012 08:59:43 -0400

Balconies, Barcelona, by Vic

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Tue, 28 Aug 2012 08:41:42 -0400

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Sat, 25 Aug 2012 13:09:31 -0400

That Kind Of Woman: Raw with lovelittle dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the...

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 15:17:00 -0400

That Kind Of Woman: Raw with love

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won’t blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won’t use it
yet.

by Charles Bukowski

The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather One love, one houseNo shirt,...

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 14:28:00 -0400

The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather

One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse

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Fri, 24 Aug 2012 14:26:47 -0400

learning to live with pain

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 14:16:00 -0400

not everything can be fixed
instantaneously
by the hand of a pill or
errant lover.

for instance:
i have just discovered the
dust between the pipes
of my radiator.
it is almost amusingly
thick; it could be
plucked and strewn long into
thread or stuffed
inside a child’s toy,
it could line my pillows
and quilts and i could
sleep royally,
soundly in my dust bed.

of course,
these are tall orders,
and it is actually a quite
embarrassing thing to have
such thick dust between your radiator pipes,
so i should clean it
but i also want to let it sit
and continue to make me
feel self-conscious
and uncomfortable.
why are we so afraid to be
uncomfortable?
why can’t i share my bedroom
with a bit of fluff, or
sit with a friend for an
hour or two
without lubricating
conversation with
various poisons?

i think
i’ll let it sit, this dust,
i’ll let it mock my aloofness
and crawl with furry limbs
up the warm metal pipes,
let it dance in the sun
when the windows
are open, and
i think
i’ll live uncomfortably.

because if i can live
with something that causes
me no harm, really, except for
a slightly smaller,
humbler ego, i can surely
live without something
that has inevitably
indubiously
set out to destroy me.

chewurlipstick: Blur | Coffee & TV, 1999

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 14:07:51 -0400

chewurlipstick:

Blur | Coffee & TV, 1999

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Fri, 24 Aug 2012 14:07:36 -0400

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Wed, 15 Aug 2012 13:38:32 -0400