November 2009
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Illumination- Gogol Bordello
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Sad Sad City- Ghostland Observatory
October 2009
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Open Heart Surgery- Brian Jonestown Massacre
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“I know that pieces of glass burst in her heart when she says she loves me.”
– Vaslav Nijinsky, “The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky”
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The pain of forgetting: spine. The pain of...
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“My heart is weak and unreliable. When I go it will be my heart. I try to burden it as little as possible. If something is going to have an impact, I direct it elsewhere. My gut for example, or my lungs, which might seize up for a moment but have never yet failed to take another breath. The pancreas I reserve for being struck by all that’s been lost. It’s true that there’s so...
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$20- M.I.A.
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There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond...
(via likeneelyohara)
Truth.
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Little Secrets- Passion Pit
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(910): I can’t believe you made out with me with a french fry in your mouth.
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Crystalised- The XX
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love dog // tv on the radio
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Wikipedia: Kurt Vonnegut →
supersteph:
In his book Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction, Vonnegut listed eight rules for writing a short story:
1.Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3.Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do...
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Acoustic Kitty →
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Acoustic Kitty was a CIA project in the 1960s attempting to use cats in spy missions. A battery and a microphone were implanted into a cat and an antenna into its tail. Due to problems with distraction, the cat’s sense of hunger had to be addressed in another operation. Surgical and training expenses are thought to have amounted to over $20 million....
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Sonnet XVII
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra. Te amo sin saber cómo, ni...
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“Anna Karenina: What are you doing here?
Vronsky: You know that I have come...”
– Anna Karenina
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