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bluelimelight: I want one about now… … Attention American friends and followers, I’ve been craving one of these for weeks and cannot find anywhere online that sells individuals. I will trade large amounts of patches and prints for a couple of Van Holten’s Sour, Hot, Kosher and/or Dill pickles. PLEASE get back to be asap if you’re interested, ‘cause I could really go for some overly acidic pickles burning through my intestines right now. Thanks!

bluelimelight:

I want one about now… …

Attention American friends and followers,

I’ve been craving one of these for weeks and cannot find anywhere online that sells individuals. I will trade large amounts of patches and prints for a couple of Van Holten’s Sour, Hot, Kosher and/or Dill pickles. PLEASE get back to be asap if you’re interested, ‘cause I could really go for some overly acidic pickles burning through my intestines right now.

Thanks!


May 26th at 1PM / 4 notes

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Hot Water Music 220 Years

I never wondered
I never bother
I never care
What I want to be about
I have more truth than lies to me

Haven’t listened to this album since grade 10 and FUCK do these bass lines bring back memories.

(Source: glass-eye)


My plans bailed on me last night (read: started drinking at 3 and passed out before I left work) so I made a magpie peace charm. Not sure if it’ll be a necklace or what, not even sure if I’m making it for myself to give away, lol.

My plans bailed on me last night (read: started drinking at 3 and passed out before I left work) so I made a magpie peace charm.
Not sure if it’ll be a necklace or what, not even sure if I’m making it for myself to give away, lol.


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Thou Prometheus

The exhortations of traditionalism ring hollow: the echoing footsteps of cross-bearing martyrs, the rejection of free will, the inability to meet the challenge of critical thought and individualism. Heads bowed and eyes closed to the joys of today. Three things only do slaves require: work, food, and their religion. Those callous-kneed ringer-kissers. The eyes of providence are blinded to the suffering that surrounds. True compassion is drowned by the baying and shuffle of the flock, bleating through a self-constructed hell. The fire in your heart is out. That once blazing light wreathed in the gloom of depravity, that unwavering standard to rally behind, that intellectual harvest—it’s now barren and wasted, strangled by weeds of complacency, frozen and bloodless in passion’s tomb. I must escape sentimentality; clear away these dusty, maudlin affections; turn my back on the corpse of the past; learn to accept the death of ideals. Everything has changed. Nothing has changed.

(Source: feralgeography)


Witch Cult Release

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One Hundred Year Ocean 1576

When we dropped the roach in the car we tore it apart and all that we found was change and burnt CD-Rs. They represent who we are, discarded copies of the kids in other towns. Give me a mix tape of hope, a quarter ounce of dope and just enough gas to get to Bruce Park. But when I drive through New Martinsville I see the place I’ve been fucked or beat up. Willimantic’s the same but all they names changed to the place and people I waste my time with. All cities are coffins for street signs and bicycles. Where parents and cops are the same thing. Like your first kiss and first cigarette. The first paycheck you spent from the first job the you quit. Every town is boring and all your friends are temporary but you’ve gotta die somewhere. We’ve all gotta die somewhere.


I fucking love this album.

I fucking love this album.

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Cluster Bomb Unit Verfolgt

(Source: autosuficiencia)


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