"The only war that matters is the war against the imagination."
— from Rant (via fuckyeahbeatgeneration)
Tintype of an unknown young man, c. 1850.
Submitted by Sarah Nehama
(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via tyleroakley)
"You also left me a really good TV sports package. I use it."
— Barack Obama, to George W. Bush. (via officialssay)
(Source: gedenkenbrauchtwissen, via tyleroakley)
"NOTE: We momentarily misinterpreted some tweets at 2:36 p.m. and incorrectly reported that Edwards was found guilty. We apologize for the mistake."
—
A correction from Business Insider. The jury was sent back after reaching a partial verdict. (via officialssay)
lol modern “journalism”
oh my god this is a meme now.
(Source: amerciaiswithmitt)
Mitt Romney’s new iPhone app, misspelling America. (via @thischoi)
Graham Central Station - Pow
(Source: youtube.com)
Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra share their respective recipes for Hamburgers.
(via whambamthankyoumam)
"The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That’s what poetry does."
— Allen Ginsberg (via alvinmanalo)
(via fuckyeahbeatgeneration)
"I’ve slept
in every room except
the kitchen, and that
includes alone or
with others, in symphony
or cacophony. Now
the man in his socks, the one
asleep on his own pillow,
the tender lover, curious
youth, bossy fuck
—all these clothed and naked visions—
are sharing particular angles
of light, the rushed or
lingering presence of time.
They hang off the splintering
beams. On the uneven floor
we all lie down in layers,
a hologram of lovers, his pillow
under another one’s head,
the constant drift of old perfume, a jacket
left behind on a chair, shoes
later buried with the dead.
They needed heels. The jacket is minus
a button. Torn sheets, the windows
unwashed. We breathe and
don’t breathe, lie, pass
in the hall, fall
into all our arms, live again
gone soon"
in every room except
the kitchen, and that
includes alone or
with others, in symphony
or cacophony. Now
the man in his socks, the one
asleep on his own pillow,
the tender lover, curious
youth, bossy fuck
—all these clothed and naked visions—
are sharing particular angles
of light, the rushed or
lingering presence of time.
They hang off the splintering
beams. On the uneven floor
we all lie down in layers,
a hologram of lovers, his pillow
under another one’s head,
the constant drift of old perfume, a jacket
left behind on a chair, shoes
later buried with the dead.
They needed heels. The jacket is minus
a button. Torn sheets, the windows
unwashed. We breathe and
don’t breathe, lie, pass
in the hall, fall
into all our arms, live again
gone soon"
— Hettie Jones, Welcome to Our Crowd (via fuckyeahbeatgeneration)
Judas Priest - Exciter
live in Japan 1978
dat voice
dat energy
dat kimono/karate costume thingy…oh Rob
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