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a talk on buddhism and the coming insurrection

This was a good watch.


ethan made this and I’m in it. It’s always awful hearing your own voice on video.


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Somehow the magic of late-night computer use has stuck with me to the very end; I remember glimpses of 2am and that sickly Gateway yellow-grey sixteen years ago. My fingers still trace the plastic logos, feeling for edges— searching over-and-over for something new.
Streetlight Manifesto - A Better Place, A Better Time
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"A Better Place, A Better Time" by Streetlight Manifesto

fuck buying flowers for graves
i’d rather buy you a one-way nonstop

to anywhere
find anyone
do anything
forget and start again, love

and when you wake up, everything is gonna be fine
i guarantee you’ll wake in a better place, in a better time

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Photobooth Strips, Manhattan, August 2013 by Vivian Fu


Photobooth Strips, Manhattan, August 2013 by Vivian Fu


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Invitation to the Blues \ Tom Waits

Well she’s up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday’s deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She’s a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it’s just an invitation to the blues

And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab’s drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she’s a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue

She said “How you gonna like ‘em, over medium or scrambled?”,
You say “Anyway’s the only way”, be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It’s a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain’t nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you can’t take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It’s just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain’t nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues

But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn’t ‘cept at night,
And then he’s drunk and never even told her that her cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues

'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I’m sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station’s hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I’ll accept your invitation to the blues

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