1. Rule 1: Always post the rules
    Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, and write 11 new ones
    Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post.
    Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them
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    1. What is your favorite album? This is a hard question. The albums I listen to have a specific meaning in a specific way. Like for writing Lit.; Thelonious Monk and John Coltrane, Live at Carnegie Hall. For idealism; Fugazi, 13 songs. For the perfected punk rock album; Jawbreaker, Dear You. For gorgeous melody and great songwriting; Ryan Adams, Heartbreaker. For personal consumption; Tom Waits, Glitter and Doom live album.

    2. What is your ideal vacation? One month in a well equipped recording studio with my friends and band, Latin For Truth.

    3. What is your favorite film? Cool Hand Luke. No contest.

    4. What is your least favorite sport and why? Scene politics cause it never changes but always surprises me.

    5. What was your most meaningful childhood memory? ehhh, my mother playing with my hair when we watched movies or my mom renting all my favorite zombie movies for my birthday every year.

    6. Do you believe in the concept of marriage and/or monogamy? No, I believe in friends who have good wholesome sex that are free to grow and love whole heartedly, without personal bullshit getting in the way.

    7. What other language would you like to learn? French.

    8. What issue do you believe is the most pressing that we must solve as a society in order to further the survival of human life on earth?(Assuming we deserve to continue to occupy this planet.) We don’t deserve anything more than anyone else. That being said, we need more empathy. People understanding and putting themselves in other people’s shoes and taking in all the contributing factors of small to huge miscommunication. More humility too. It’d solve everything.

    9. Does art imitate life or does life imitate art? Life is all things. Nothing we create is not who we are or want to be.

    10. What is art? Art is communication.

    11. How has tumblr benefited (if at all) your life? Yes, I’ve seen a lot of gorgeous friends post dope nudes and I’ve seen a lot of good butts. Non-light side to that conversation, it keeps things in perspective cause it’s a hot bed for extreme leftism. I see things and know now how to communicate things effectively. You can’t talk down to the converted and you can’t convert if you’re slinging pig’s blood in their face(metaphorically and literally speaking.)


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    My questions:

    1. Do you think media(Disney, TV programming, Movies, etc.) has informed your perception of the construct of love?

    2. Have you ever been truly happy? If so, when?

    3. Do you feel you are you a victim of circumstance or do you play an active role in your own life everyday?

    4. Do you believe in binary logic; as in there is a right and wrong to everything?

    5. Do you have the strength to correct your own actions or misinterpretations?

    6. Do you like to be intellectually challenged?

    7. Do you believe existential ideas lead to misery?

    8. Name three artists you wish would make a record together(collaborative effort).

    9. Do you think the writer, the director, or the actors are more important to the final outcome of a successful artistic endeavor of cinema?

    10. How many people have you pretended to be in love with?

    11. What is your perfect evening?


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  2. touchdisky:

    Lost in the mist

    (miiiks)

    this is a damn good photo.

    (via ghostinventor)

     
  3. (Source: theonion)

     

  4. love is rumor between two kids
    then a weight to bear by adults fighting to exist
    so who cares, fuck aimless staring at a sunset
    on the bridge where you’re waiting to jump
    find something real like paint on the wall
    saying exactly what you mean to say
    or a song that’s slightly erroneous 
    but willing to be wrong as long as it’s not safe

    Youth is wasted on the young
    paralyzed by every fear of holy sacred life going wrong
    but it can come and go as it please
    so live while you’re weird enough to die with a smile

    god is the wire holding up the clouds,
    Paris in the right lighting on the right year
    dispute what you hear, I dare ya,
    low hanging fruit draws the short armed predators
    and they pick you when you’re ripe enough to pop
    infinite questions and no calculations
    it’s the age old story
    how do we keep poor people from killing us?

    Youth is wasted on the young
    paralyzed by every fear of holy sacred life going wrong
    but it can come and go as it please
    so live while you’re weird enough to die with a smile

    How do we keep poor people from killing us?
    How do we keep poor people from killing us?
    How do we keep poor people from killing us?
    How do we keep poor people from killing us?
    maybe we’ll tell them there’s a god?

     

  5. "How do we keep poor people from killing us?" LFT lyrics

    love is rumor between two kids
    then a weight to bear by adults fighting to exist
    so who cares, fuck aimless staring at a sunset
    on the bridge where you’re waiting to jump
    find something real like paint on the wall
    saying exactly what you mean to say
    or a song that’s slightly erroneous 
    but willing to be wrong as long as it’s not safe

    Youth is wasted on the young
    paralyzed by every fear of holy sacred life going wrong
    but it can come and go as it please
    so live while you’re weird enough to die with a smile

    god is the wire holding up the clouds,
    Paris in the right lighting on the right year
    dispute what you hear, I dare ya,
    low hanging fruit draws the short armed predators
    and they pick you when you’re ripe enough to pop
    infinite questions and no calculations
    it’s the age old story
    how do we keep poor people from killing us?

    Youth is wasted on the young
    paralyzed by every fear of holy sacred life going wrong
    but it can come and go as it please
    so live while you’re weird enough to die with a smile

    How do we keep poor people from killing us?
    How do we keep poor people from killing us?
    How do we keep poor people from killing us?
    How do we keep poor people from killing us?
    maybe we’ll tell them there’s a god?

     
  6. (Source: ratemybackside)

     

  7. "Punk Rock; The Construct"

    It’s a construct, a cold calculation of perception
    like your parents screaming behind closed doors after bed time

    it’s love in beat eyes, separate from a monetized market
    hunger documented for a traveling youth of discordant cries

    say it in song, the bold brats who said enough is enough
    trembling fire in the unrest of pickets signs

    the love assembles for the common trust of “We’re okay together.”
    crop circles signaling to the lord, we tremble at emptiness and aimless fright.

     
  8. if you think this doesn’t qualify as punk rock. I don’t know if you understand the social construct of punk rock.

     
     

  9. tropicalfruitbabe:

    *doesn’t check bank account*
    *pretends everything is fine*

    (via oberlippenbart)

     
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