Devil Becomes Hermit

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Thu, 09 May 2013 00:07:20 -0400

Fly yr freak flag(Listen to Coast-2-Coast AM)

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:20:00 -0400

Fly yr freak flag

(Listen to Coast-2-Coast AM)

Mark Lord - Riding High (T.B.W.) ‘A TRAC ABOUT RIDING YR...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 19:48:19 -0400

Mark Lord - Riding High (T.B.W.)

‘A TRAC ABOUT RIDING YR VEHICLE HI ON THC AND LOVING LYF WEN U R “RDING HI”’

From the FORCED OUT cassette, explained simply: “IF U FUC WIF ME I WILL FORC U OUT BCUZ I DNT CAR IF U LIV OR DI”

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Sat, 02 Mar 2013 17:29:49 -0500

koyaniyako: February 28, 2013 #黒猫 #黑猫 #blackcat #черныйкот...

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 22:45:09 -0500

koyaniyako:

February 28, 2013 #黒猫 #黑猫 #blackcat #черныйкот #gatopreto #gatonegro #chatnoir #แมวดำ

thesixthear: Ruth White

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 16:45:02 -0500

thesixthear:

Ruth White

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Tue, 12 Feb 2013 23:05:18 -0500

oldtimeycats: Gone Fishing by Wooway1 on Flickr.

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 06:08:11 -0500

oldtimeycats:

Gone Fishing by Wooway1 on Flickr.

"There are times when everything wearies us, even those things that would normally bring us rest...."

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 02:27:01 -0500

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There are times when everything wearies us, even those things that would normally bring us rest. Obviously what wearies us does so because it’s tiring; what is restful tires us because the thought of having to obtain it is tiring. Behind all the anguish and pain lie certain debilities of the soul; the only people who remain unaware of these are, I believe, those who shrink from human anguish and pain and tactfully conceal from themselves their own tedium. Since in this way they armour themselves against the world, it is not surprising that at some stage in their self-consciousness they feel suddenly crushed by the whole weight of that armour, and life is revealed to them as an anguish in reverse, an absent pain.

That’s how I feel now, and I write these lines like someone struggling to know that he is at least alive. Up till now I’ve worked the whole day as if half-asleep, dreaming my way through accounts, writing out of my own listlessness. All day I’ve felt life like a weight on my eyelids and temples - my eyes heavy with sleep, constant pressure on my temples, an awareness of all this in the pit of my stomach, feelings of nausea and despair.

Living seems to me a metaphysical mistake on the part of matter, an oversight on the part of inaction. I do not even look to see what kind of day it is, to see if there might be something to distract me from myself and, by describing it here, cover with words the empty cup of my self-love. I do not even look out at the day but sit, shoulders hunched, not knowing whether or not there’s sun out there in the subjectively sad street, in the deserted street where nonetheless I hear the sounds of people walking by. I know nothing and my heart aches. I’ve finished work but I don’t want to move from here. I look at the off-white expanse of blotter glued at the corners to the ancient surface of the sloping desk. I stare attentively at the blur of doodles, the result of self-absorption or of simple distraction. My signature appears several times upside down and back to front, as do certain figures and a few meaningless sketches, the creations of my distracted mind. I look at all this like a yokel who has never seen a blotter before, someone staring at the latest novelty, with my whole brain inert (except for the areas to do with seeing).

I feel an inner drowsiness so great it overflows the bounds of self. And I want nothing, prefer nothing, there is nothing I can escape into.

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- fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet (via dearfox)

Grouper - Cloud in Places

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 02:10:00 -0500

Grouper - Cloud in Places

I never use this like a journal, but nothing seems appealing presently, so I figured I’d give...

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 01:32:00 -0500

I never use this like a journal, but nothing seems appealing presently, so I figured I’d give it a shot. Let me preface this by saying it’s all probably going to sound excessively mopey and dramatic, but I don’t really care. I was in an alright human mood for a while earlier today, but that vanished quickly, as usual. It’s all over when I retreat to my black hole of a room. I’ve been thinking about too much at once, but it’s hard to focus on one thing for too long. I’ve lost discipline. I’ve started a ton of projects and am dissatisfied with my progress - there’s very little in way of result as I’m working on everything at once… I feel physically nauseous and disgusted with everything, at least partially because I keep over-thinking and dissecting it all to the point of meaninglessness. Lately I’ve been in a terrible, crippling mindset and have been feeling ill at ease with being alone, something that usually doesn’t bother me at all. Everyone in my family has been having a really rough time as well and have generally been bummed out. Subtle hints around ”life decision” type stuff and career paths pop up pretty frequently… I don’t even know what to say during those conversations. I’m getting no advice either. I hate my job, its inconsistent hours, the manager’s lies, & yet I can’t bring myself to fill out any job applications. I really just wish I had someone to talk to. I’ve been feeling largely ignored after numerous attempts at contact with “friends” and have since given up on any follow-ups because I just don’t have the energy. Whatever. I’m going to go take a shower in an attempt to feel some warmth and sing Grouper songs off-key.

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Wed, 06 Feb 2013 14:20:17 -0500

C.F.

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 14:13:46 -0500

C.F.

Illustration by Virgil Finlay for “The Road To...

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 14:36:46 -0500

Illustration by Virgil Finlay for “The Road To Sinharat” from Amazing Fact and Science Fiction Magazine, May 1963

Almighty 104

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 19:27:01 -0500

Almighty 104

Brian Eno - Deep Blue Day

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 16:25:45 -0500

Brian Eno - Deep Blue Day