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Tue, 15 Dec 2009 21:21:18 -0700

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(via yimmyayo) Michael before Jordan, dope dope cittty

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 20:33:30 -0700

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Michael before Jordan, dope dope cittty

BRANDON!

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 00:06:02 -0700

notarobotbutaghost: are you up? YES

“This film is heavy Doc.” -Marty Mcfly’s...

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 00:02:29 -0700

“This film is heavy Doc.”

-Marty Mcfly’s reveiw of the movie The Road

herestothehalcyon: ewokonline: Gillian Welch - I Dream A...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:48:38 -0700

herestothehalcyon:

ewokonline:

Gillian Welch - I Dream A Highway

“Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds?
Now you be Emmylou, and I’ll be Gram.
I send a letter, don’t know who I am.
I dream a highway back to you.”

If you’ve never heard this song, take 14 minutes and go on a journey.

There’s more great lines in this one song than other people have in whole albums.

herestothehalcyon: Wrecking Ball by Gillian Welch (featuring...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:28:25 -0700

herestothehalcyon:

Wrecking Ball by Gillian Welch (featuring David Rawlings and Old Crow Medicine Show)

Recorded Live at World Cafe

Look out boys cuz I’m a rollin stone.
That’s what I was when I first left home.
I took every secret that I’d ever known
And headed for the wall
Like a wrecking ball.

her voice is always lovely

thedailywhat: Abstruse Goose. haha hilarious

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 08:45:43 -0700

thedailywhat:

Abstruse Goose.

haha hilarious

Free tunes. Drink it up.

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 08:44:27 -0700

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I just like it when people talk

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 16:59:55 -0700

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Sun, 13 Dec 2009 15:34:17 -0700

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I AM HOME AND MOVING

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 18:55:59 -0700

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suicideblonde: Carlo Mollino Gustave Courbet much? Carlo?

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 00:29:56 -0700

suicideblonde:

Carlo Mollino

Gustave Courbet much? Carlo?

whiskeytown, gillian welch, & uncle tupelo.

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 19:34:18 -0700

notarobotbutaghost: im not in a mood or anything. ohhhhh damn

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Wed, 09 Dec 2009 19:32:01 -0700

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My last sunset in Paris… for now

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 18:35:58 -0700

My last sunset in Paris… for now

You know you are poor when you make an account transfer of 4 dollars

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 07:43:31 -0700

suicideblonde: Will: Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.?...

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 03:04:47 -0700

suicideblonde:

Will: Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.? That’s a tough one, but I’ll take a shot. Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, ‘cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’, “Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area” ‘cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them when their number got called, ‘cause they were pullin’ a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some kid from Southie takin’ shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ‘cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they’re takin’ their sweet time bringin’ the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin’ play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain’t too long ‘til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy’s out of work and he can’t afford to drive, so he’s got to walk to the fuckin’ job interviews, which sucks ‘cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he’s starvin’, ‘cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better. I figure fuck it, while I’m at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

nevver: The Chelsea

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 02:53:43 -0700

nevver:

The Chelsea