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what the fuck are we all going to do
what the fuck am i going to be doing in exactly one week
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The second new song from the Guitar World EP, you might recognize this one if you’ve kept up with Tosin’s Youtube Page. Definitely my favorite of the two.
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Let’s prove the stars wrong
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Have we reached our destination?
Will there be another generation?
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A day in the life of Tony Stark (and Science)
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June 7th, 1942: Edward Hopper completes his best known painting, the seminal Nighthawks. When asked by a Chicago Tribute reporter about the philosophical meaning behind the diner having no clearly visible exits Hopper responded, “Shit. Fuck. I did it again. Goddamnit. Fuck. Not again. I did it again. Shit." and slammed his hat on his leg.
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My only enemy is me.
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I’ve got to get out of here, but the memories I’ll take with me.
Everywhere I go, to everyone I know, these memories will stay with me.
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God, I’m so sick of this place.
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Spent my whole day on Banjo Kazooie. 8 hours front to back, 900 music notes, 100 jiggies. The things I'll do instead of learning.
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Silent Planet | A Flood Strong Enough to Consume the House
Oh my offspring, oh fragile one: I lay on the altar.[i] When will my reaping end?[ii] You plunged your blade into the horizon to let it bleed out visceral hues of red for the last time. Such capacity for inhumanity! Taking in that we’ll never again begin – diverge to a static rot.
And if you, oh Lord, reside upon this serene seafloor I’m compelled to implore: Did you sink, or did you simply abide in my deep?
Out of nothing[iii] but something you came, and it’ll reap the sow of this tableau tonight: guards paradoxically living under lock and key.
I must rescind my sentience, the nescience I extol. The antithesis of life, that sickness unto death;[iv]I must rescind my sentience: the sickness that I know. Faith is to fate, a pale horse to its rider.[v] It is we who are free, no longer captive to your coercive control. I must rescind my sentience: the sickness that I know.
Father, I… I know our margins have widened, but could there be space for a fool to wander this earth; to ink our name in the blood of a martyr on your footstool?
No boundaries or borders…“I should have been a pair of rugged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas.”[vi] But first tell me: Did you see through my opacity?
Innocent I do not assent to the unrelenting tide. There’s blood staining these waters, evaporated to circle the sky. Innocent I do not assent to the unrelenting tide. My blood’s staining your waters, evaporated to circle the sky. No, “I am a man of unclean lips.” I’ll welcome that coal to send away my sin.[vii]
[i] Genesis 22:9. cf. Søren Kierkegaard, In Fear and Trembling
[ii] David Belvin, Prison Epistle
[iii] Ex Nihilo
[iv] Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death
[v] Revelation 6:8
[vi] T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock
[vii] Isaiah 6:5
This band is so fantastic in every way possible and more
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