New chapter is posted
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This screen waiting for me is quite literally the only thing motivating me to get my geography discussion posts done without whining
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TW: Distressing scenes in general, news footage so never graphic but depictions of things like war, gunfights, train crashes, racism, death, etc
My best friend (with some suggestions and ideas from me, but this is her work) made this music video of footage from all the shit that's come with the 2020s so far to the song "Dead Flag Blues" by Godspeed You! Black Emperor, and I have to say that it's an amazing, powerful piece of work that I had to share.
It can be hard to watch, but like life, it gets easier before it's over.
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my crewmate for my new job made a crewmates spotify playlist where we each could add 15 songs cause we'll be in the same vehicle for multiple hours at a time every week >:)
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Godspeed You! Black Emperor’s Dead Flag Blues is actually a story about nVidia and AMD designing an automobile together
Y’see
Because the car’s on fire
And there’s no driver
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painted two viscera-heavy pieces on ss13 listening to dead flag blues
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TLOU vibes (please listen)
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I open up my wallet, and it is full of blood
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Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
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i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever
we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death
i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood
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Chapter 3 is comin but mommy is having a rough go of it :(
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Wow! Godspeed You! Black Emperor just released on TikTok a newly mixed version of the opening track "The Dead Flag Blues" from their landmark 1997 record F# A# ∞. Listen to this!
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Night Walk
by Franz Wright
The all-night convenience store’s empty
and no one is behind the counter.
You open and shut the glass door a few times
causing a bell to go off,
but no one appears. You only came
to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe
a copy of yesterday’s newspaper
— finally you take one and leave
thirty-five cents in its place.
It is freezing, but it is a good thing
to step outside again:
you can feel less alone in the night,
with lights on here and there
between the dark buildings and trees.
Your own among them, somewhere.
There must be thousands of people
in this city who are dying
to welcome you into their small bolted rooms,
to sit you down and tell you
what has happened to their lives.
And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.
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