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October 27 2017

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TGIF! thank god it’s gorilla guns friday

October 23 2017

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oldshowbiz:

Captain Kangaroo nurses a Sheep

October 22 2017

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gentlepowerthings:

Mitchell Funk 1977

Live at the Holiday Inn! (hammered at an arts & crafts show)

We began to worship the impractical. We surrounded ourselves with forests of books and stacks of humming LPs. We hung colorful canvas heavy with the tortured artist’s vibrant blood. We filled notebooks with ink, tears and hunger. We tried everything to root our disappearing selves back into the flesh, but it was too late. The ghost machine was draining us. We were disappearing.

Another ruined world. Paradise lost. Another failed dream. A house, so bright and happy when we moved in, now in full bloom from our neglect. A litany of failed projects that sputtered out, sagging with the weight of our confusion and blame.

We are worthless.

Everything we touch falls apart.

Do we understand reality? Our world would fall apart with or without us. Do we understand that we have been given the one true gift? The endless possibility of making something. Anything. The one true thing. We could build something. We could sing. Tear something apart only to build it again, better this time. Even if it’s a fragile house of cards, even a cover song, butchered. To place in our hands or heart our desire in the light of our own attention. To make love out of nothing at all. To reach into the darkness of a blank canvas and spill a little blood. Creator forgetting itself in the creation. Until we can’t tell the difference. Is the song singing us? Who created who? Is there only one? Or is there two? The light and the dark both build the other up, tear the other apart, like a dance that forgets and fucks up everything - until it falls in love.

I created a monster and fucked it to death
I made it bigger and better until
it fucked me, devoured me

and then we were three
The monster, me and
our gleaming death dream of
we.

October 27 2017

4936 f1dd

TGIF! thank god it’s gorilla guns friday

October 23 2017

7439 e798 500

oldshowbiz:

Captain Kangaroo nurses a Sheep

October 27 2017

4936 f1dd

TGIF! thank god it’s gorilla guns friday

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