I can’t be watching sandy beach footage man, it depresses me. Reminds me of home.
Show us some desert shit.
you cant be depressed when there are seals bruh its science
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlHqIk-hr2w[/youtube]
Holy shit.
just on the side of the road man i just walked up to them
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IDOSnZiz7I[/youtube]
Federico Guglielmo. You love him and you hate him.
I’ll tell you this, though. I never liked the organ until I heard Albinoni. I hated it. That includes Bach. I can only listen to Bach’s organ pieces played on a guitar. Maybe that’s what was on his soul when he wrote for it, the guitar.
Most organs sound like dust.
Albinoni, he can make it sound like breath.
Huh. I guess there’s no organ in there. There’s some kind of weird wind instrument.
Am I crazy? Does anyone else hear it?
Is it an organ, is it a wind? At the very beginning, it sounded like an organ, then immediately changes to sounding like a wind… what’s that about? 
Well, you know what I’m saying, at bottom an organ is a wind, so I was thinking maybe it’s some kind of pre-organ, some simpler pipe-instrument. But no such thing is listed in the video description. Two possibilities:
#1 There is an organ or some kind of wind instrument and it is not listed, maybe because it doesn’t have a renowned artist playing it,
#2 Some of the bassier strings are played so very well that they sound like wind.
I am inclined to #1. Certain note shifts just have that… pipe noise to them.
Yeah, I mean, just the opening. That has to be an organ, by God and the Virgin.
thats what she said
You must be crazy, what else did that bitch tell you?
all of it
Well just don’t tell anyone else.
ill do my best
We used to live in an age of individuals, and those who in their hearts were part of a collective had a bad time. Now we live in an age of collective, and those who in their hearts are individuals will have a bad time. It is not, on its face, unfair.
Eventually, individuals will rise again. The tragedy is that they will not have the benefit of the inheritance of the accumulated wisdom of this dying age of individuals. They will start from scratch.
Not that there isn’t any hope, period. And many of us will go down swinging. But the odds are not good.
And, of course, Nietzsche may have been right. We may have seen the last dancing star. But it is still, on its face, not unfair.
Pedro says:
“It is not, on its face, unfair”
meno says :
“The fairness of the individual lost in a commune does rarely present a fair face”
Here’s a poem
A poem with blood and omens
Shoot first and ask questions of the corpses
Pretend to be dying while you fondle the nurses
Life is good, not all is bad
A collection of fruit and child’s dreams on a slab
Take a stab at undressing her
But all the while I’m just thinking of Mehico
Sun swinging down like a pendulum picking up initiates like Remulus
Remember the time you said my miracles were strenuous?
I sense a tide rolling over all the pensive pentacles
My tentacles
My sensual collectibles
And sensibly discerning like a son of Alcibiadus
My priapus
Is telling all the ladies I’m agreeable
But deep inside the cages are my vehicles
Ready to relay the message “it’s forseeable”
Step into my office I wax lyrical
And police never find me, apolitical
Bring the salad bowl
All my mates are spread around assembling catapults
No, I’m not a legend, I’m a manifold
Archanimal
Send for my 11 I’m in cantankerous