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Lia Ices - Higher

Viet Cong - Continental Shelf

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I love watching people burning to death around people who don't give a fuck about life. So cool.

Vice Magazine - This Is What Developing Acute Schizophrenia Feels Like

"I didn’t sleep at all that night. I felt paralyzed. My bedroom door had become the very end of my world, like the paper set Jim Carrey rows into in the final scene of The Truman Show. The noise came and went in waves, but it felt like someone, or something, had replaced my body and mind. It wasn’t me who was too scared to go to the bathroom to piss, so I decided to do it into an empty glass, spilling it all over the floor. It wasn’t me who threw all my bed sheets off, only feeling comfortable completely naked against the bare mattress. It wasn’t me who pressed the tip of a boxcutter into my heel to try and snap myself out of the despair. In that room, as the sun came up and my alarm went off for work, I thought, I need my mom.


Luckily, she was only a staircase away. I hadn’t gotten myself together to move out of home yet—couldn’t afford to, really. I called her from my phone because I thought that if I left my bedroom my insides were going to fall out. I genuinely believed crossing the threshold of my bedroom doorframe into the hallway would make my skull come apart and my bowels fall out of me like a bucket of pig swill. She answered the phone and said, “Oh for goodness sake, Daniel,* stop messing around,” or something similar. I started crying, apparently in big, whooping sobs like a little boy, and heard her throwing her phone on the floor through the ceiling. 


When she opened my door, she gasped. I don’t remember doing it, but apparently I’d pulled apart my TV remotes (I had, like, four of them) and my bare mattress was covered in little circuit boards, piss, and blood (from my heel). I sat there in my underwear, crying, and told her that I'd been “taken over.” She called an ambulance."


http://www.vice.com/read/this-is-what-developing-acute-schizophrenia-is-like-009

Emmylou Harris - Take That Ride

Run The Jewels - Close Your Eyes (And Count to Fuck)

Alex - Part Two - The Scent of Her Hair

Airborne molecules of shampoo used by the woman sitting next to Alex touch the receptors in the back of his mouth and nose. They awake neural pathways which he'd long since put to bed. And now, against his will, he can feel his arms around his lover, feel her hair against his cheek, remember his hands along her body. He remembers the acetic acid of her sex. This sensation rises up within him like an increased heart rate, from stomach to chest.

Alex knows that there is nothing he can do but ride this out. I watch him access his short term memory, looking over the things that he needs to do that day. The list exhausts itself quickly. So he tries to breathe like Sergei showed him. The inhale cleanses and fills his lungs; the exhale clears his mind. But this action only brings back other memories. He’s checking the chamber now to see that it’s empty, lifting the receiver, and removing the recoil spring of a muck encrusted late-Soviet era assault rifle. His green-brown fatigues are stained black with oxidized blood.

When the PA announces his stop, Alex gets up from his seat and exits the train, joining the crowd in trying to get through the day.

Nux Vomica - Sanity is for the Passive

Oxford. This will always remind me of Oxford.

Batsex Again

Drinking This Strange Material

Demonic Combat and The Invisibles

Wait

"Oh, little one, I know you've been tired for a long long time,
And oh, little one, I ain't been around for a little while;
But when you see me, wait."
                                       St. Vincent, "Strange Mercy"

"God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life."
                                       Neutral Milk Hotel, "Two-Headed Boy, Part Two"

Man, since the expulsion, has toiled in the desert. Age upon age looking into the darkness, knowing himself only through night emissions. Beyond the faint lights arriving in dreams and visions, there is for him nothing.

In those moments, we rest, watching the swift hound cross the field, returning in triumph. A moment of joy we may hold forever. Some who succeed name this triumph after the antagonist of an old story.

Mr. Mister - Kyrie

"Kyrie" was a hit song for two weeks in March of 1986. The song was performed by Mr. Mister. The chorus kyrie elesion is Greek for "Lord, Have Mercy." Walking in, looking down the row of bodies resting along the bar, each in their autumn sweater, I imagine that I've entered into the coolest fucking monastery ever. Men are drinking beer and courting women, just as they would have long ago in those infamous enclaves, either nestled in the mountains or tucked safely inside the walls of the city-state. And the air is full of prayer. Kyrie elesion, kyrie elesion, kyrie elesion. 

"Somewhere between the soul and soft machine is where I find myself again."

Jenny Hval - Innocence is Kinky

Like, I Don't Know

One obliquely challenges the statement of the other. Defensive tactic needed. Deploy like, I don't know. Conversation moves on.

In moments when the 21C subject has spoken their way into a corner, pretending to have more knowledge than it in fact possesses, it may deploy like, I don't know. This is a way of admitting deception or limitation to the external parties without losing face. This mechanism is especially effective for the guilty party if preceded by one last ditch effort to escape social harm. "I'm not one to define things. Like, my roommate, he can say, like, what particular type of music is, but I'm all, like, you don't need to be like that. Like, I don't know."

Wear Sunscreen

"Mary Schmich's column "Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young" was published in the Chicago Tribune on June 1, 1997. In the column's introduction, she presents the essay as the commencement speech she would give if she were asked to give one.

In the speech, she insists on advising to wear sunscreen, and recites other likewise advice and warnings, intended to live a happier life and avoid common frustrations. She later explained that the initial inspiration for what advice to offer in it came from seeing a young woman sunbathing, and hoping that she was wearing sunscreen, unlike what she herself did at that age.

The essay soon became the subject of an urban legend which said that it was an MIT commencement speech given by author Kurt Vonnegut. In truth, MIT's commencement speaker in 1997 was Kofi Annan and Vonnegut had never been the commencement speaker there. Despite a follow-up article by Schmich on August 3, 1997,the story became so widespread that Vonnegut's lawyer began receiving requests to reprint the speech. Vonnegut commented that he would have been proud had the words been his."

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