Sunday, September 25, 2005

Wishing i could turn on songs about what's actually occurring: in Iraq, in Louisiana...with our changing sky stuff and our swift oil finish; with our mad king... Too many dooms for a singular today.
 :  Sing it.


A must-grok post. (via wood_s lot)


"Mr. Bush's life after his presidency was marked by misfortune." (via B*rub*)


" "So this is pop music's fate," I thought gloomily, "to monitor our hearts while a camera monitors our bodies. To control our inside, the part the camera can't see." "


Th* Salt Roads.


Proj*ct C*nsor*d.


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