self-titled.

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Thu, 23 May 2013 12:18:07 -0400

main squeeze status.

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 22:12:54 -0400

main squeeze status.

rilke in drag.

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 03:42:48 -0400

rilke in drag.

G R I M E S: I don't want to have to compromise my morals in order to make a living

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 11:50:38 -0400

G R I M E S: I don't want to have to compromise my morals in order to make a living :

actuallygrimes:

i dont want my words to be taken out of context

i dont want to be infantilized because i refuse to be sexualized

i dont want to be molested at shows or on the street by people who perceive me as an object that exists for their personal satisfaction

i dont want to live in a world where…

Listen to Baby London by Edgar The Beatmaker #KINGKRULEKLAN

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 17:57:22 -0400

Listen to Baby London by Edgar The Beatmaker

#KINGKRULEKLAN

nevver: Never quit

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 04:25:46 -0400

nevver:

Never quit

softerworld: A Softer World: 943 (knives weren’t meant for...

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 16:13:51 -0400

softerworld:

A Softer World: 943

(knives weren’t meant for air.)

buy this print

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Sat, 09 Mar 2013 00:24:18 -0500

From a letter by Franz Kafka to his schoolmate Oskar Pollak, 27 January 1904 (translated by Richard...

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 13:42:18 -0500

From a letter by Franz Kafka to his schoolmate Oskar Pollak, 27 January 1904 (translated by Richard and Clara Winston): ‘I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. That is my belief.’

i don’t know about my dreams

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 15:15:16 -0500

i don’t know about my dreams

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Fri, 22 Feb 2013 15:14:40 -0500

"I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit but I have to tell you even the..."

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 16:31:51 -0500

“I know
you and I
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but I have to tell you
even the way
you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out.”

- Clementine von Radics (via raeraenjma)

pitchfork: Watch Dirty Projectors cover Usher’s “Climax” for...

Sat, 26 Jan 2013 21:33:53 -0500

pitchfork:

Watch Dirty Projectors cover Usher’s “Climax” for Australian radio— Longstreth really goes in on this one.

nevver: Submerge

Sat, 26 Jan 2013 16:18:51 -0500

nevver:

Submerge

t h e shoelace.

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 11:43:47 -0500

a woman, a
tire that’s flat, a
disease, a
desire: fears in front of you,
fears that hold so still
you can study them
like pieces on a
chessboard…
it’s not the large things that
send a man to the
madhouse. death he’s ready for, or
murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood…
no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies
that send a man to the
madhouse…
not the death of his love
but a shoelace that snaps
with no time left …
The dread of life
is that swarm of trivialities
that can kill quicker than cancer
and which are always there -
license plates or taxes
or expired driver’s license,
or hiring or firing,
doing it or having it done to you, or
roaches or flies or a
broken hook on a
screen, or out of gas
or too much gas,
the sink’s stopped-up, the landlord’s drunk,
the president doesn’t care and the governor’s
crazy.
light switch broken, mattress like a
porcupine;
$105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at
sears roebuck;
and the phone bill’s up and the market’s
down
and the toilet chain is
broken,
and the light has burned out -
the hall light, the front light, the back light,
the inner light; it’s
darker than hell
and twice as
expensive.
then there’s always crabs and ingrown toenails
and people who insist they’re
your friends;
there’s always that and worse;
leaky faucet, christ and christmas;
blue salami, 9 day rains,
50 cent avocados
and purple
liverwurst.

or making it
as a waitress at norm’s on the split shift,
or as an emptier of
bedpans,
or as a carwash or a busboy
or a stealer of old lady’s purses
leaving them screaming on the sidewalks
with broken arms at the age of 80.

suddenly
2 red lights in your rear view mirror
and blood in your
underwear;
toothache, and $979 for a bridge
$300 for a gold
tooth,
and china and russia and america, and
long hair and short hair and no
hair, and beards and no
faces, and plenty of zigzag but no
pot, except maybe one to piss in
and the other one around your
gut.

with each broken shoelace
out of one hundred broken shoelaces,
one man, one woman, one
thing
enters a
madhouse.

so be careful
when you
bend over.

-CB

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Mon, 03 Dec 2012 23:54:45 -0500

boughetto.

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 02:36:41 -0500

boughetto.

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Mon, 26 Nov 2012 23:46:19 -0500

elizabethwritespoems: Poem of the day

Thu, 22 Nov 2012 18:27:57 -0500

elizabethwritespoems:

Poem of the day

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Thu, 22 Nov 2012 10:59:23 -0500