Monday Apr 14 @ 06:31pm
okaysizedbangtheory:

shit they are playing hardball now

okaysizedbangtheory:

shit they are playing hardball now

Monday Apr 14 @ 06:30pm
Monday Apr 14 @ 06:28pm
Monday Apr 14 @ 06:23pm
my-angel-castiel:

sexyandthethief:

bearpapi:

You really have to give the architect a 5 star thumbs up for his vision in building this place …

the town’s name is dixon

the longer you look at it the funnier it gets

my-angel-castiel:

sexyandthethief:

bearpapi:

You really have to give the architect a 5 star thumbs up for his vision in building this place …

the town’s name is dixon

the longer you look at it the funnier it gets

Monday Apr 14 @ 06:21pm
Monday Apr 14 @ 06:08pm
debrisblanche:

bewbin:

turn up jutsu

turnt up

debrisblanche:

bewbin:

turn up jutsu

turnt up

Sunday Apr 13 @ 07:22pm
blackcoffeemixtapes:

Here’s the first volume of black coffee, it has a lot of really cool bands from around the globe. You can stream and download off of the following:
http://blackcoffeemixtapes.bandcamp.com/
http://www7.zippyshare.com/v/50121409/file.html
Thanks again to all of the bands involved!

blackcoffeemixtapes:

Here’s the first volume of black coffee, it has a lot of really cool bands from around the globe. You can stream and download off of the following:

http://blackcoffeemixtapes.bandcamp.com/

http://www7.zippyshare.com/v/50121409/file.html

Thanks again to all of the bands involved!

Tuesday Feb 11 @ 02:42am

aviatorma:

This song originally accompanied William James’ set closer “Greet Death” when we played a handful of shows together on tour with Native Wildlife in July 2012.

The version above was recorded live in December 2012 during the ‘January MMXIII’ sessions at The Office in North Andover, MA and features a new original poem from William James:

Someone has tampered with

the clocks in this house. A hand

sweeps and ticks, marks the passage

of a single monotone second, then

an era passes before next motion.

We’re told time travels on a linear path,

some great creeping thing moving

steadily from one point to next,

but the transition is not smooth. This

morning is a stuck gear, a slow turning

of screw to thumb. The same moments

ad infinitum, the exact same day

lived and relived with agonizing slowness.

For an entire lifetime, the clock is stiff

as starched sheets; for an entire lifetime

the hands do not move. Then nothing happens

and the wheels begin to spin again.

Someone is tampering with the machinery here.

Someone is fucking with time. All we are is

slaves to sunset, the metronome, the mercury

switch. Faster and faster we run, striving for

escape velocity. Eternally stuck in low earth orbit,

our timers counting down, reaching zero,

resetting like pins on a polished lane. Nothing

is novel in today. It is as we are, the same

smoke oil and gunpowder’d rust. In the beginning,

as it is in the middle, as it never reaches the end.

We are copies of copies, degrading in quality

with generational decay. Smears of black ink

chipped off acetate and plate glass.

Audio engineered, mixed and mastered by Mike Moschetto. Video shot and directed by Aviv Marotz and Mike Moschetto. Edited by Aviv Marotz.

Tuesday Feb 11 @ 02:42am
Tuesday Feb 11 @ 02:42am
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