A.C.A.B.

When I got back home my mom was crying. There had been an accident at the factory. Children shouldn’t play with dead things.

And her cunt hurt him,
He fell,
She got off,
Before he could pull out,
This wolf magic caught him,
And she shut his eyes,

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Free Love/Love Is Free

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Josh Diamond's records of 2008

BLACK LODGE/I.U.D

LIVE IN POITIERS

(WILL BANKHEAD'S TRILOGY TAPES)

I actually haven't heard this recording, but it doesn't matter because I was there, and I can assure anyone reading this, that the performance by these two amazing groups - well, Black Lodge is not a group, he’s a sweet funny man from Manchester who was set to release a masterpiece on Mo' Wax a number of years back but got so frustrated, fed up, pissed off and angry with the music biz that he metaphorically self-combusted on stage (a performance that was recorded and is also fantastic) and went into self-imposed isolation living on a mountaintop in Tibet living on a diet of dried leaves and beer for five years or so…

Or he was just in Manchester? In any case, he’s back with a vengeance, and so is his solo performance, where he uses turntables, and taped up records to create these crazy rhythms, with impeccable control, flow and an eye to the larger cosmic picture. Near the end of his performance, two of my dear friends of the last 16 years, Sadie, and Lizzie, who is of course my band mate, together known as IUD, joined in with their vocal and drum assault. It was ferocious, the best I've seen the girls play - they were out of control. I had to lie down and close my eyes to take it all in. Quite intense really! I should note IUD have a phenomenal full length must-buy record on the way...

Just found this, HERE...mildly embarassed, I dont think anyone male or female has ever described me as sweet before, or will again. Moar Gang Gang HERE.

Drain Pipe Living

Das Park Hotel was designed by Austrian architect and designer Andreas Strauss , and it is located in Linz / Austria. From inside, ‘rooms’ have been humanized by Austrian artist Thomas Latzel Ochoa, who painted illustrations on walls. Hotel is open from May till October. Hotel website / Photos: Dietmar Tollerian. HERE.

Manifesto-Part 5 /a; Blah

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Tanya Dziahileva

Una Hut

imperiousrex dailymeh - The Unabomber’s cabin, sitting in an FBI storage facility on an airforce base in Sacramento, photographed by Richard Barnes. Sure looks out of its element; as Barnes says, “the cabin represents a particularly American ideal of rural self sufficiency and independence gone horribly awry”, and its context is sort of the opposite of that. I wonder if it still sits there, waiting...VIA
awry, why?
why awry?
why, oh why! ...awry?

etc... organic bombing, so ahead of the game, top marks also to the FBI for pre empting the Turner prize...

i know hyperlinking isnt quite as easy as hitting the reblog button but come on kids...10 mins out of photoshop and im tumblraped!

l y i n g_ i n _t h e_ c o f f i n

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Whats Your Secret?

5763.) I really wish that one day I'll be a musician. But everytime I feel like someday it just might happen, doubt takes over me. Now, I'm making sure of it. Nothing is going to get in my way.

5761.) today in class you sat a few desks over from me, not in your usual seat. i thought that maybe you were sitting there because you were closer to me. nope, turns out there was something wrong with your usual desk. of course.

5748.) It's one thing when people don't accept you for being gay or bisexual. It's a totally different thing when they tell you they don't believe in homosexuality or bisexuality... Because now I'm starting to doubt myself. Thanks.

5747.) i love my boyfriend, but i am in love with another guy.

5743.) i am incredibly jealous of my best friend. guys like her because she's got a pretty face and huge tits. she's actually pretty chubby, her weight just stores in the right places. i love her as a friend, but i can't stand how it feels no guy passing by looks at me when i'm with her. and when i start noticing i passively take it out on her the rest of the day. and i feel so guilty about it, but i'll never stop.

5707.) I feel like I will never be happy with anyone because I'm too shallow.

5703.) I unfollowed your tumblr today, because seeing your posts reminds me of you, and when I think of you I remember how much you don't care about me. I hope I forget all about you.

5700.) I tried to commit suicide once, but I failed at that too.

5661.) i contemplate getting back with my ex because no one will ever have sex with me like he did.

Modern day confessional for the emotionally stunted- HERE

In Love

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♥,♥ & ♥

THE NEW NEW

Consensus on what makes up an epoch can hardly be achieved while that epoch is still in its early stages. However, a common positive theme of current attempts to define post-postmodernism is that faith, trust, dialogue, performance or sincerity can work to transcend postmodern irony...*

*(Salient features of postmodernism are normally thought to include the ironic play with styles, citations and narrative levels,^[6] a metaphysical skepticism or nihilism towards the “grand narratives” of Western culture,^[7] a preference for the virtual at the expense of the real, ^[8] and a “waning of affect”^[9] on the part of the subject, who is caught up in the free interplay of virtual, endlessly reproducible signs inducing a state of consciousness similar to schizophrenia.^[10])

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