You sullen pig of a man
you force me into the mud
with your stinking ash-cart!
Brother!
—if we were rich
we’d stick our chests out
and hold our heads high!
It is dreams that have destroyed us.
There is no more pride
in horses or in rein holding.
We sit hunched together brooding
our fate.
Well—
all things turn bitter in the end
whether you choose the right or
the left way
and—
dreams are not a bad thing.
William Carlos Williams
beija me
Been listening to so much slowcore lately. Wondering if the depressive in me just likes to reawaken every fall in Chicago…?
NIIIIIIINIIIIIINIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVER
PAULA - ALS ES PASSIERTE (ANDREAS DORAU MIX)
Trying to come up with a playlist of minimal electro work-out tunes. Any recommendations?
DEUX - MINISTRY OF LOVE
I think I love Pilsen.
(Source: pilsengifs, via aaronarreguin-deactivated201302)
From his morning-time perch above the southbound lanes of Highway 85 in Monterrey, Mexico, photographer Alejandro Cartagena catches images of people on their way to work.
(via surfingonbrainwaves)
Speaking of breathy and minimal voices, this one always reminds me of my goofy goth phase in high school.
Rucyl’s breathy voice makes me ache for more & more.
This Mortal Coil.
“Lowdown” Wire
Pink Flag
Perfect album.
Unique Manhattan Project footage from Los Alamos Natl. Lab.
