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Muscular Buffer


Sell, sell, it’s all one sell. Ya con the fools gladly, let em suffer for a song. You play the human tapestry and turn it into slot machines. Nickel for your time. Sell him out for a dime. Quarter past your prime.

This is the soul you got left. A sharp-suited slick shark unfurling in treacherous waters sniffing misery and lost hope. The drop of blood from the “if you prick us” mortals singing o fortuna arias of sad refrains. Let em howl at yellow moons, wincing the night away while drowning in regret, sinking into fate. Faith no more, all is gone, all for naught. All for the devil’s advocate hocking snake oil and diet pills.

Money money greed money money. Dollar dollar bills y’all for the stinking pot. Slop it up, feed, at the beggar’s trough. Sloppy mouth drippings mixing with saliva-ridden notes. Sickly digestion churning churning glorious green. Backs to the wall and shoveling papers in the gullet ever-ready for another course. Coarse delicatessen unsubtly served up; silver platter for the suckling pig qua man. Rotund moribund stuffed and squealing black and pink demons. Gloaning with desire and veiny vile avarice. They come to sup and filth roll around in iniquitous decadence.

The great folly of the long pig. The down and dirty deeds done cheap. A pawn brokers grimace at the poor man’s last leg. Certificates and IOU’s awash in the mourning light. Bathed and beautified life debt passing from generation to generation. Here comes the solicitor to proffer consolidation, allowing interest for the purchase. Usual usury on the list of dos. Free today, slave tomorrow. All a set-up for the master’s relish. Pull at chains to show the score.

Forever and forever the timeless romp does go. We humans do not learn to overthrow the wicked worms. Slithering malcontents content on gluttoning on the fattening fatuous sorrow. The pawns have moved, the game’s afoot, when shall the war relent?


Gonad the Barbarian
Schrödinger’s Pussy
Shot in Froida
Stocking Sin Room
Puss n Glutes
Midwife in Pairs
Hung Dynasty
Gags and Dolls
Munch House In
Cerebral Balls Deep
Mana Shove It
All Gay Rhythm
Romancing The Bone



We Were Here by sam chivers

Album art for Turin Brakes forthcoming Lp


(via goingoutsidethebox)

Source: oxane

In sea turtles, gender is determined by the temperature of the sand on the nesting beaches, with cool beaches producing more males and warm beaches more females.


It was that typical love at first sight. Stereotypical stereoscopic monomaniacal hi fidelity. I was bumblestumped at first glance, I almost froze at the glimpsing of that flaxen bombshell; my solitudinous silo was ravaged, fubared in a millisecond. That new feeling confusing me and dumbing me down.

It kept growing and I was heartsunk like a sailor on shore leave meeting a hooker with a heart of gold (though nowadays it would be platinum wouldn’t it?). I don’t regret it, the pain of being the better man and not ruining a nice family. Sometimes I reminisce and get caught up in what she’d be doing now. At times the thought arises that she had another kid with that dickweed and I get hot pot angry. But ce la vie, que what the fuck.

It definitely was a necessary lesson and informed my views on life and relationships. I was beyond my peers in what love really was and suffering from depression at the same time opened my eyes to this infinitesimal power, the only good thing in this world; untainted emo train, chugalug to this day.

I guess it was the most important moment in my life, I had been stripped of all pretension and was actually living, proof that it was possible for a messed up sensitive boy like me. I accepted her in all ways and I crave to be that way with everyone. No judgement, no looking down at all. I guess a utopia of two is all we can hope for at the moment. Good enough I wager.


"Lack of sustained progress is most clearly reflected in trends in income inequality. In 1970 the median income for blacks for instance, was 74 percent that of whites, and in 2012 the median income for blacks had increased to only 78 percent of whites (U.S.CensusBureau2012b). A similar lack of progress is evident with Hispanics. In 1995, the median income for Hispanics was 65 percentt that of whites, and in 2012 the median income for Hispanics had increased to only 72 percent of whites (U.S.CensusBureau2012b)"

- The Meritocracy Myth
Stephen J. McNamee

Snare Crumbs


"For any human being in existence to think that there is nothing in the whole world superior to himself would be an insane piece of arrogance."

- Greek philosopher Chrysippus
Pale Blue Dot
Carl Sagan

Science is always the underdog expected to do tricks.