At the moment I’m more bemused than flattered by all these recent likes, seeing as they come from rather… unusually named sources. I’m starting to think you’re all different personalities from one schizoid individual. Unless you’re just a very close-knit group of friends.
So like, thanks?
We take our chances and move forward sans backward glances as we sally onward from our cages out upon the stages set for our last dances across the path of war, after which there will be no more and we shall die, not of fright, but from hunger and the burden of Sight.
Soft words sound loud when silence abounds.
The night took flight and with soft feathers fled from sight;
We rubbed our fingers in our eyes
As we looked upon the glowing skies
And we could not but be dissatisfied.
We missed the cold and glittering starlight hung
across the darkness with the moon, an opal white rung round
And our breath and their breath the only sound for miles and miles around and round.
reagan-was-a-horrible-president:
This is important. Pepper spray should only ever be used to pacify a dangerous suspect. In this case it is being administered as a punishment, in clear violation of the 8th amendment and Article Five of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
Activist were peacefully protesting on their campus at University of California, Davis Quad.
Friday afternoon police showed up in riot gear to disperse the protesters by using pepper spray at point-blank range.
The officer who pepper-sprayed UC Davis students is Lt. John Pike. Give his PD a call. 530-752-1727
Jesus Christ. The cops abuse people with impunity, in full view of everybody. This motherfucker doesn’t care who sees him, because he’s going to get away with it.
I’d love to see these egregious practices litigated. The departments that sanction this abuse should be sued, and the individual bastards should be taken to town in civil court.
(via changetheworldlaugh)
Words drift into immeasurable spaces, like a void through which our thoughts swoop sometimes lost most often found and frequently without sound such that one can only imagine the voices that have spoken, the bodies that have woken, stayed up in blue moonlight till yellow daylight comes creeping through cracks and crevices to wake us from our false slumber so we can lumber off to do the things that keep us alive till we again may return to the night.
Harmless… well, in what way?
These words don’t satisfy me, blank checks won’t pacify me. It’s a nice emotion, but it’s not the proper notion, been done over since I wove ‘er and now my meaning’s all gone under, done asunder in resentment.
Betty Davis’ response to her record label telling her to tone down her wildness and be a good little lady for once. I believe this song could be summed up as one giant FUCK YOU.
I want to go where it snows, where the trees grow white and distance is lost to sight, where upon the mountain the sky leans low and Silence muffles Echo and the animals pass beneath the frost, never lost, moving always nearer to death under this black and white world, no colors unfurled until spring spreads its silver rays across the lengthening days and the snow slides away into the rivers and lakes.
Heart aches while the eyes weep with a hurt down deep exerting pressure in untold measure on the ribs from inside, where the woes hide, inflicting these pains from every side, and these eyes swell with sorrow through sleep and into the morrow.
Dreamt disturbed, saw the moon, too yellow and too close, hanging low in the evening sky over the water, knew the tide would rise too high and consume us in the night.
