:::the witches cradle:::

disbeard:

grrlpower:

shortformblog:

Today in Anderson Cooper making people look stupid simply by asking questions: This lady. It may be the best entry in this subgenre of news since this video. (via pbump)

Oh gosh.

what the fuck did I just watch?!?

10:16 pm • 1 June 2012 • 7,876 notes

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11:38 am • 1 June 2012 • 99 notes

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11:36 am • 1 June 2012 • 7 notes

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11:35 am • 1 June 2012 • 34,066 notes

sfitzgerald-art:

It’s been a busy week picking up slugs late at night and early in the morning. I really want all the veg to grow well this year. So I chuck the slugs into a metal can and then walk way up the road with the dog and empty them out. A passing car spotted me yesterday. They would have seen on a very quiet mountain road a tattooed, bearded and dreadlocked man in nothing else but army pants in his bare feet with a dog along side him trying to sniff his tin can at 7 in the morning!! They probably stepped up the speed a bit to get the fuck out of there :-)

Did up a few reviews for CVLT Nation too, Proxy - demo, Deviated Instinct - Liberty Crawls to the Sanctuary of Slaves, Krist Mort - Black booklet and an interview with Lazarus Blackstar. Also made some homemade ginger beer. It was quite nice, like homemade lemonade. But if your not a fan of fizzy drinks like me you have enough on about your 4th pint. But the best of making this is it only takes two days to brew! These are the instructions I followed. http://biology.clc.uc.edu/fankhauser/cheese/ginger_ale_ag0.htm

11:32 am • 1 June 2012 • 17 notes

nothingmattress:

KOP KILLER KOMIX, Shadow Press, 1999

ive asked before and ill ask again. what the fuck happened to fly??

9:30 am • 1 June 2012 • 2 notes

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9:06 am • 1 June 2012 • 5 notes

I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
My laughter, the devil would frighten.

I used to wake and run with the moonI lived like a rake and a young manI covered my lovers with flowers and woundsMy laughter, the Devil would frightenThe sun, she would come and beat me back downBut every cruel day had its nightfallI’d welcome the stars with wine and guitarsFull of fire and forgetfulMy body was sharp, the dark air cleanAnd outrage my joyful companionWhisperin’ women, how sweet did they seemKneelin’ for me to command themAnd time was like water but I was the seaI’d have never noticed it passin’Except for the turnin’ of night into dayAnd the turnin’ of day into cursin’You look at me now and don’t think I don’t knowWhat all your eyes are a sayin’Does he want us to believe these ravings and liesThey’re just tricks that his brains been a playin’?A lover of women, he can’t hardly standHe trembles, he’s bent and he’s brokenI’ve fallen it’s true but I say unto youHold your tongues until after I’ve spokenI was takin’ my pride in the pleasures I’d knownI laughed and thought I’d be forgivenBut my laughter turned ‘round eyes blazing andSaid my friend, we’re holdin’ a weddingI buried my face but it spoke once againThe night to the day we’re a bindin’And now the dark air is like fire on my skinAnd even the moonlight is blinding

I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds

My laughter, the devil would frighten.

I used to wake and run with the moon
I lived like a rake and a young man
I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
My laughter, the Devil would frighten

The sun, she would come and beat me back down
But every cruel day had its nightfall
I’d welcome the stars with wine and guitars
Full of fire and forgetful

My body was sharp, the dark air clean
And outrage my joyful companion
Whisperin’ women, how sweet did they seem
Kneelin’ for me to command them

And time was like water but I was the sea
I’d have never noticed it passin’
Except for the turnin’ of night into day
And the turnin’ of day into cursin’

You look at me now and don’t think I don’t know
What all your eyes are a sayin’
Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies
They’re just tricks that his brains been a playin’?

A lover of women, he can’t hardly stand
He trembles, he’s bent and he’s broken
I’ve fallen it’s true but I say unto you
Hold your tongues until after I’ve spoken

I was takin’ my pride in the pleasures I’d known
I laughed and thought I’d be forgiven
But my laughter turned ‘round eyes blazing and
Said my friend, we’re holdin’ a wedding

I buried my face but it spoke once again
The night to the day we’re a bindin’
And now the dark air is like fire on my skin
And even the moonlight is blinding

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12:46 pm • 31 May 2012 • 43 notes

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9:35 am • 31 May 2012 • 1,490 notes

bornfromfire:

Ash Borer Live

My Curse Was Raised In The Darkness Against A Doomsday Silence

In The Midst Of Life, We Are In Death

Rest, You Are The Lightning

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9:31 am • 31 May 2012 • 36 notes