yes, this will solve terrorism

jimmy's blues

what's exactly the matter?

oops i did it again

crucialfixation

 

principle of pattern

 

 

noir soir

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

messianic

"The Paradise is in the desire, not the imperfection of accomplishment -- it was the intention of Desire we all respond to -- Bhakti -- the Paradise is in the magnanimity of the desire to manifest coherent perceptions in language."
- Allen Ginsberg, from Composed on the Tongue

fuzzy

wha

reverence

the trinity experiment

drug sandwich meOW

Dear Landlord

Dear landlord
Please don’t put a price on my soul
My burden is heavy
My dreams are beyond control
When that steamboat whistle blows
I’m gonna give you all I got to give
And I do hope you receive it well
Dependin’ on the way you feel that you live

Dear landlord
Please heed these words that I speak
I know you’ve suffered much
But in this you are not so unique
All of us, at times, we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much
And anyone can fill his life up
With things he can see but he just cannot touch

Dear landlord
Please don’t dismiss my case
I’m not about to argue
I’m not about to move to no other place
Now, each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true
And if you don’t underestimate me
I won’t underestimate you

poise

typical

shady

i don't care

youth fleets

gustav klimt

physiognomix

License to Kill

Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will
Oh, man has invented his doom
First step was touching the moon.

Now there's a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who gonna take away his license to kill ?

Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill
Then they bury him with stars
Sell his body like they do used cars.

Now, there's a woman on my block
She just sit there facing the hill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill ?

Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
All he believe are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies.

But there's a woman on my block
Sitting there in a cold chill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill ?

Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker
Heartbreaker, backbreaker
Leave no stone unturned
May be an actor in a plot
That might be all that you got
'Til your error you clearly learn.

Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled
Oh, man is opposed to fair play
He wants it all and he wants it his way.

Now, there's a woman on my blocks
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who gonna take away his license to kill ?


Bob Dylan

#1 fan

 

 

 

 

 

excorsize

radical

world peace for all

subterranean homesick blues

Sareh Khajehnouri, Shirin Aliabadi, and an unknown Iranian design

follow

holy moly

Urbanus VI, Pope. Grabado del Siglo XVII.