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dyed: kelsopoo: robotique: (via redsuspenders)

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 09:48:41 -0800

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kelsopoo:

robotique:

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kudan: t2zee: carios: fecklesss: rapeblossom:(via...

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 09:07:18 -0800

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t2zee:

carios:

fecklesss:

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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-13)

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 07:00:05 -0800

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-13):

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truths, a cliché

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 23:37:04 -0800

better lift your skirts and jump.

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Mon, 14 Dec 2009 23:10:10 -0800

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Rouge's Foam: The Premature Burial: Burial the Pallbearer vs Burial the Innovator

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 05:30:19 -0800

Rouge's Foam: The Premature Burial: Burial the Pallbearer vs Burial the Innovator:

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good read at 530 in the morning. or anytime really, but yes.

you could have just said amen.

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:32:38 -0800

you could have just said amen.

in-circles: billyjane: Raoul Ubac ~Penthésilée,1937

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 23:39:18 -0800

in-circles:

billyjane:

Raoul Ubac ~Penthésilée,1937

martha agherich - prelude no.04 in e minor (chopin).

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 23:27:33 -0800

martha agherich - prelude no.04 in e minor (chopin).

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Sun, 13 Dec 2009 23:24:13 -0800

ryuichi sakamoto - forbidden colours (solo piano).

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 23:19:48 -0800

ryuichi sakamoto - forbidden colours (solo piano).

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Sun, 13 Dec 2009 23:19:07 -0800

selda bağcan - ince ince.

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 23:16:20 -0800

selda bağcan - ince ince.

Waifs and Strays

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 09:11:00 -0800

BLACK in the fog and in the snow, Where the great air-hole windows glow, With rounded rumps,

Upon their knees five urchins squat, Looking down where the baker, hot, The thick dough thumps.

They watch his white arms turn the bread, Ere through an opening flaming red The loaf he flings.

They hear the good bread baking, while The chubby baker with a smile An old tune sings.

Breathing the warmth into their soul, They squat around the red air-hole, As a breast warm.

And when, for feasters’ midnight bout, The ready bread is taken out, In a cake’s form;

And while beneath the blackened beams, Sings every crust of golden gleams, While the cricket brags,

The hole breathes warmth into the night, And into them life and delight, Under their rags,

And the urchins covered with hoar-frost, On billows of enchantment tossed Their little souls,

Glue to the grate their little rosy Noses, singing through the cosy Glowing holes,

But with low voices like a prayer, Bending down to the light down there, Where heaven gleams.

—So eager that they burst their breeches, And in the winter wind that screeches Their linen streams.

-Rimbaud.

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Sun, 13 Dec 2009 08:47:39 -0800

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bitches brew (via Maarten Donders)

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 08:45:18 -0800

bitches brew (via Maarten Donders)

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