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vincentvangogh-:

Detail on Van Gogh’s Mulberry Tree.

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Detail on Van Gogh’s Mulberry Tree.


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mattressblowoutsale:

Patti Smith - Free Money (1975)


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the-sanest-days-are-mad:

The Smiths - Accept Yourself - Live at the Hacienda (1983) x


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There’s something at the bottom of the black pool, I daren’t dredge it up not while the weather’s still cool, It’s a feathered thing, its origins are mixed and untrue, Once a straw-body, now a lamb-picker, now a clove in a black brew, I think of the peacocks of the gorge and I think of the gryphons they kept in the Tower Zoo, The unexpected water swept all before it As it rushed on terrible through

And left them all dead, and spread through the park, Amid the myriad mangles of the coming dark Of the shadow of a loon, the howl from a bloody craw, Those strange interruptions don’t scare me anymore, Since all the while the weather was cool I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool

Perhaps a pigeon fell off its stool, I have drowned a conscience or two, There are palm trees and clouds and the under-sides of drowned blues, And sometimes the faces of people I think I knew, I know at one time this thing flew, I have sunk an ambition or two, Now when I think to drink then I wonder with who, I pretend that I’m sitting in the booth with you

O what a fucking sentence, what a fucking noise, I don’t know these girls, I don’t trust these boys, And over there in the corner, there hangs a strange bird, Sings a strange song but it won’t be heard, A song to inquire whither went the milk money While the darling babes of Toorak were a’yowling for their honey

Let’s walk up this hill, let’s go walking up this hill, The sun is in the middle of the sky, the grass is yellow from being dry, There’s music, there’s you, many others here and I, Up the hill then, up where those holy lodestones lie

How suddenly still, and though the wind blow, From here we will never leave or go, And but for a will, and but for companions, We might go tumbling home below, To a place at the table, to gamble and settle, Make the words “amiable” and “able” Of resting assured, in the breast of that bird, That I sure did not suffer a fool, Since all the while the weather was cool I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool

#Augie March #There's Something At The Bottom Of The Black Pool

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bionic-oaf:

songsforscrolling:

Girls, Vomit

"As a dog returns to his vomit, so does a fool return to his folly."


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saturnvalley:

What an absolutely magical man


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bionic-oaf:

popperfect:

Built To Spill - Big Dipper

Some brains just work that way
that’s what chemicals can do


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"No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close."
- Chuck Palahniuk

"No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close."

- Chuck Palahniuk


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