Deactivated Facebook means more tumblr when i’m pooping.
Mostly Harmless
I interview bands. I bartend. I tour manage. I drink way too much.
I love how great I look in a suit. (Taken with instagram)
The Psychedelic Arts of Technodrome!
From a hundred miles below Earth’s surface comes the Technodrome! With punk rock sensibilities and disco rage, the art of Technodrome pops with the brilliant luminosity inherent in LSD fever-dreams of cats. Contact the artist at his tumblr below if you’re interested in prints.
(via xombiedirge)
Yet another picture of the black sheep Marque. I’d show you the other side, but this is her best angle! (Taken with instagram)
On my first night in Vienna, Jonathan Carroll walked me over to the Danube, where we sat on a flight of steps leading down to the river. The dog walkers were out in force. Greetings were exchanged with small movements of the eyes, and the dogs sniffed one another fondly…Jonathan kept his eye on a woman at the next bridge. She was moving so slowly I thought she might be leading a dogsled pulled by escargots. After an hour, the woman walked in front of us, and she bowed her head in acknowledgment of Jonathan. With great dignity, he returned the gesture. To my surprise, she was walking two enormous tortoises, displaced natives from an Ethiopian desert. The woman walked them every night, and Jonathan was always there to admire their passage.
‘That’s what writers do, Conroy,’ he said. ‘We wait for the tortoises to come. We wait for that lady who walks them. That’s how art works. It’s never a jackrabbit, or a racehorse. It’s the tortoises that hold all the secrets. We’ve got to be patient enough to wait for them.’
Pat Conroy (via withnailrules)
Fire
I stepped out of my car into what was left of the warm summer shine. A storm was brewing off to the horizon. Walking into through the parking lot towards my destination, I glanced at my telephone for the time.
Upon looking up, I was assaulted by a dream. Exiting the store, her red blazed in the dimming sun. As she walked into my existence, Her bright blue eyes stole my stride.
I watched transfixed, dead in my tracks.
I stared for what felt like hours. Pushing her over flowing cart into the parking lot, she clumsily sifted through her bag. The world watched as she stopped traffic.
I was trapped. I could not turn away. Was I dreaming? Or perhaps the last trick of a fading star? Was this vision truly there?
She inched closer, I fought to avert my gaze but found myself powerless to do so. She exited the safety walkway and finally glanced my way. Our eyes locked in understanding. She broke our gaze, but only for moments. As her eyes returned to mine, they pierced me as knives. She was as fierce as I was powerless.
If her eyes had been any color other than that of a cool, bright blue, they would have set the world on fire. Beauty and pain where the language they spoke to me. I smiled.
And it was then that I was finally set free from my wakeful slumber.
Recomposing myself, I ventured on into my day. Left with to be forever intoxicated by her memory.
Mostly Harmless Podcast - Toonage - Episode #01
No interviews. Just great music and over caffeinated ramblings.
Music from:Boner Party, The Menzingers, Lee Bains III & The Glory Fires, Red Collar, Lusitania, Aficionado, Hot Water Music, Gaslight Anthem, Michael Dean Damron, Micah Schnabel, The Only Sons, Branden Barnett, Red City Radio
It’s raining outside. Perfect time to sit on the porch and work on a special TOONAGE episode of The Mostly Harmless Podcast! up tonight! (Taken with instagram)
Picked up this FANTASTIC graphic novel for $2 bucks at the new bookstore next to target on Union. #Persepolis what a steal! (Taken with instagram)
