Lykke Li →
i want to walk midnights with her
The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some...– Hunter S. Thompson - Generation of Swine (1988) H.S.T. ma’fahkas!
here there be serpents: FUCK THANKSGIVING!!! →
yossarianhunter: ok, so not really… but i got your attention, didn’t i… you can cheat on your wife… you can cheat the irs… with modern witchcraft and alchemy you can even cheat death for a while… but time?.. that which cannot be controlled cannot be cheated… or so you think… clocks… calenders… two words, one… hells yeah.
there has always been a few pretty stars in my wonderful dark blue. dancing in piano black while vinyl cut stretching bitchin’ sun disk of songs named just so and always singing along.
Three lines-just three lines
with my back to the bricks I know that she has left my posture is cold and strong at first when the bricks become warm I begin to feel ok
Galactic Voodoo Scene
it was all right there in the dream of this morning that enormous Griffin & Sabine personal trump in thick cuts of knotty pine shellacked deep and magnifying variants of post i could smell you over the bar and the hash and cigarettes the strong brown almost black gypsy liquid filling our Ball jars even the musk of wet pine glowing the holiday took the picture of home framing the...
shake & bake
yossarianhunter: scrambled eggs & mimosas the sky is orange too, but the juke is jacked stuck on seven fourteen while johnny & the law dog cast lots in the back alley, making bargains for a scrap or two. shit stained utopia, prescription paradise. wonder how the poor folk are doing tonight, are they lonely in their mansions in the hills? Yup!