my love hasn't grown cold.
listen here so ethereal and mellow. if only you could see how heaven stills when you speak i know all your days, and i have wrapped you in mystery and, oh, my love for you is as wide as the galaxies just hold out your hand and close your eyes and come, come be with me… full lyrics
how we stop the black panthers? ronald reagan cooked up an answer you hear that? what gil scott is “heron” when our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin crack raised the murder rate in dc and maryland we invested in that, it’s like we got merrill-lynched and we been hangin’ from the same tree ever since sometimes i feel like music is the only medicine so we cook it, cut...
When you were a tadpole and I was a fish In the Paleozoic time, And side by side on the ebbing tide We sprawled through the ooze and slime, Or skittered with many a caudal flip Through the depths of the Cambrian fen, My heart was rife with the joy of life, For I loved you even then. Mindless we lived and mindless we loved And mindless at last we died; And deep in the rift of the Caradoc...
eight historic symbols that mean the opposite of what you think.
…tell the firemen to climb lovingly when a heart’s on fire. leave it to me. i’ll pump barrels of tears from my eyes. i’ll brace myself against my ribs. i’ll leap out! out! out! “a cloud in trousers [part 1]” - vladimir mayakovsky
one forty plus: Simple. →
I wish that when I was younger I could have met my current self. We would have sat down at a coffee shop so that I could explain life to young me in terms that only we would understand. It would have saved me a lot of hardship. You can listen to all the sage wisdom you want, but things only make…
the death of the ball turret gunner - randall...
from my mother’s sleep i fell into the state, and i hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, i woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. when i died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
loooooooooooove this song. makes me wanna strip naked and run around like a wild woman committing felonies. primal reaction. big boi - “general patton”
Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed I mean,...– (via thecadence)
justachipofftheblock: So yeah at the Grammy’s I went ultra Travolta Yeah that tuxedo might have been a little guido But with my ego, I can stand there with a speedo And still be looked at like a fucking hero - “The Glory” Kanye West