#sweetyoungthing

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listening to:

blouse — imperium

body/head — coming apart

delorean — apar

factory floor — factory floor

lgbt rights for russia now!

no bra — candy

sebadoh — defend yrself

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looking at:

charles davis — steal this article

charles hugh smith — want to see what's ahead for america's young? pay attention to what's already happened in japan

christopher chitty — foucault's addendum

rob horning — experiments in inertia

to cum lithe and young into a world that is ours and to help to build it together, what an idea, to eat one’s father, i am one who waits; i investigate my surroundings, i interpret everything in terms of what i discover, i become sensitive, a “bitter brotherhood” imprisons all of us alike, tumescence all the more fruitful, black magick! orgies, witches’ sabbaths, heathen ceremonies, amulets, coitus is an occasion to call on the gods of the clan, it is a sacred act, pure, absolute, bringing invisible forces into action, are these virgins, these nymphomaniacs? black magick, primitive mentality, animism, animal eroticism, it all floods over me,  the radiance of the goddess moon and the veils of the shadows fall, my black night, mystical and bright, black and shining, tied down with hair

careless memory of how things used to be, with a belief that things are in chaotic flux, an expectation that change will occur and the ability to accept the changes as they occur

uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor

1F, 2G, 3L, 4A

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listening to:

eyedress — half japanese

MellO — soo high, i hear the voices

spitting on al fresco dining

a minimum speed limit for strollers 

cheesy bromance is my preferred genre

poetic conceptualism — rather than over-specify what i say, i want to name something and have it act like a vacuum, sucking up all the associations, of mine, of every thing

candy darling is my date, and i am seeing her home, tunneling thru freshly fallen snow, standing in an orchard in a pair of wooden wings

sm in stockholm, flooded cars, circus performances, stripping away all that gets in the way until we're in a completely novel context such that there's nothing else to do but each other

my alternative realities are oft contingent on objects — on this reality (what is this reality?) — usually clothes 

HEAR U HERE

U

HAIR U HARE

i don't think death is stupid

i don't think death is dumb

i don't think death is unique

i don't think death is numb 

engine by sweetyoungthing

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listening to:

silent diane

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looking at: