jorockmusic:

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APHRODITE’S CHILD - It’s Five O’Clock (1969)

Organ by VANGELIS

joshuahallman:

Classic Seinfeld sequence. I really don’t know what is better than this show:

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cockedpistol:

……….are so fucking lame its unbelievable (Foamy inspired me to do a rant..also I wanna post something)

I’ve tried to understand the point to either and still I got nothin…

Most of the time the tat is just covered up so what the hells the point? Why would you want to be a walking Picasso painting anyway? Hell a Picasso painting would be an improvement. Have you seen these utterly lame tasteless unoriginal shit smears of ink?…Ugh…my fellow youth are so disappointing. ….And don’t say its a “rebel” thing. Everyone and their grandmother has got one. It lost all its meaning a loooooong time ago. Oh and tramp stamps…lol oh god why. I take no female with one of those seriously. Silly little tools. Still…as lame as it is there’s something FAR FAR worse

Piercings…..yep you guessed it. Ok earrings fine thats cool. Simple, no bullshit, you don’t look like a cyborg, and hey people can SEE them(dumb tats) 

But then you got the nose rings, the lip rings, the tongue rings, dick rings, eyebrows, septum, nipple, blah blah…… oh and the ear gauges(shudder) ..Theres even less of a reason to these than tattoos.. You CANNOT say they look good. Its just a piece of metal lodged in your skin.. How can that possibly make you any more attractive? Ughh…. these people are sickening second only to picky mofos

TL;DR? If you got anything other than your ears pierced  or just about ANY permanent shit smear on your body….FUCK OFF AND DIE.

What is the point of waking up tomorrow?…we asked ourself as we brushed our teeth….ah great the simple little thought that always haunts us for endless, sleepless, unproductive nights the simple little thought that forces us to question the notions of “am I a coward if”…..1. “am I a coward if I end this insufferable cross between a bland nightmare and a unfulfilling dream”….or 2. “am I a coward if I continue to part take of this drink witch consist of horribly tasteless days and wonderfully empty smilies, a drink with the taste akin to a tall sweaty refreshing glass of air, for fear that I am wrong about what lies beyond” (unfortunately inspiration befalls us in our depressions.) oh what savagely painful torture is inhaling nonexistent pain….experiencing, no real pleasure…..but these lies that spill from out oral cavity impress no one… When our salvation lies in equally pretentious pseudo introspective song…..and moving pictures with people we can only wish to be…

Despite brushing our teeth our breath continues to wreak of dinner….DISGUSTING……why god? we ask no, plead for a deafening blow, a cleaving shock wave to relieve of from our “misery”……we can’t stand the smell any longer…..as we walk back to the bathroom in the dark, slowly we grow weary with anticipation to rid ourselves of this stench…..finally we arrive at the bathroom….walking up to the sink we notice something peculiar……how large the drain is…or rather how large it is growing gradually increasing it’s size until it grows to the size of a man hole….suddenly all around us starts to bend gently, beginning to swirl into the drain….frightened we turn to run only to realize we are going exactly nowhere….then we realize…the god have heard our cries (more like whines)…..we watch in enjoyable pain as the universe we knew goes flying past our eyes warping our time space we see our own lives flash by…the only thing that stands out are the ones that got away…..finally we see the final remnants of what we understood as everything that is, was, will be goes down the drain before finally devouring itself like a rabid ouroboros and with a tiny whoosh we finally got what we’ve wanted……freedom. Cold, Lonely freedom…..

K.l.p.

5/11/2012