spot on, spot on.

well everyone loves a fucking tragedy

~ Saturday, March 26 ~

life.

why?

~ Friday, January 7 ~

comeseeinsidemybones:

Michael Moore: Do you know that on the day of the Columbine massacre, the US dropped more bombs on Kosovo than any other day?

Marilyn Manson: I do know that, and I think that’s really ironic, that nobody said “well maybe the President had an influence on this violent behavior” Because that’s not the way the media wants to take it and spin it, and turn it into fear, because then you’re watching television, you’re watching the news, you’re being pumped full of fear, there’s floods, there’s AIDS, there’s murder, cut to commercial, buy the Acura, buy the Colgate, if you have bad breath they’re not going to talk to you, if you have pimples, the girl’s not going to fuck you, and it’s just this campaign of fear, and consumption, and that’s what I think it’s all based on, the whole idea of “keep everyone afraid, and they’ll consume.”

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~ Monday, December 20 ~

Com&wealth

bluecorners:

Have A facebook?

help me out i made a music page

listen to the music like the page

i will love you forever.

the quality is sub-par but you will get the point i hope

thanks. and thank you.

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~ Saturday, December 18 ~

rissalady:

You do yo’ thang dawgyyy!

(Source: fishfantasy)

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~ Thursday, December 2 ~

this tumblr is dead.

the dash is flooded. i need a new space to breath

i forgot i said come december i will not post on this tumblr anymore

i created another and for now on will stick to that.

http://bluecorners.tumblr.com/

follow if you please.

i am Siamese if you please i am Siamese if you dont please

“Then when you let it

You asked for nothing
Why don’t you share it
All of the time you live
There’s something out there

This way we’ll know, how far to live on
there’s one more avenue in this town
And in the red room
At a distance

How would you know it
You’re the same when you’re living
I don’t know it
It won’t be this

This way we’ll know, how far to live on”

mittens will be bought,face covered.

wind will not grace my skin.

December will come, like always, steal my voice till spring

the people you love i will hate

the things you adore i will dispose of them

wizards,baby horses,fashion photography.

i will create run on sentences, improper grammar

grabbing your attention, long enough for me to shy away

winter, for once be kind

December for once leave me be.

everything is shit.

~ Wednesday, December 1 ~

this album

will be the death of me

i swear im already loosing hair

but the way it is sounding already.

it is worth me going bald

i have never been so happy with the music i am making.

____ ____ __ _______ ___ ______.

~ Sunday, November 28 ~

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“ All your kind they’re coming clean
They shut their eyes, their mess, their scenes
All your kind, their spool and lance
THEY CRUSH their kiss, they harmonize
All your kind THEY, all your kind they
All your kind they come and clean
THEY sleep through keys
they kill their needs
it’s GOOD…

one of the best movies ever made.

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