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othertrees:

Demo of “Skin”

“You kissed my neck
my heart is fixed
the colors were bright
coming off your lips in the streetlight

your hair ran down my cheeks
flashes of fire were i could see
your words were put together so beautifully
Im in love with every word you speak

You kissed me in the cheek
my heart is weak
Our hands weaved together like cobwebs
As you began to kiss my neck

Its something that Ive never felt before
When we embrace each other, i feel your warmth
your touch makes mine so shaky
as I reach down to feel your….
skin.

For a moment
I thought I was your dress.
For a moment
My life wasn’t a mess.”

try it, you’ll like it!!

kisskitty:

romanian revolution - ceauşescu’s government was overthrown 20 years ago this week. ceauşescu and his wife were given a sham trial and executed on christmas day.

The corrupt and brutal regime of President Ceausescu of Romania was infamous across the world. His ferocious government had run the country emphatically for many years, crushing any signss of dissent ruthlessly. In November 1989 he was re-elected President for another five years as his supporters at Party Conference gave him forty standing ovations.
On December 21st the President, disturbed by a small uprising in the western city of Timisoara in support of a Protestant Clergyman, was persuaded to address a public rally in Bucharest.
One solitary man in the crowd, Nica Leon, sick to death with Ceausescu and the dreadful circumstances he created for everyone started shouting in favour of the revolutionaries in Timisoara. The crowd around him, obedient to the last, thought that when he shouted out “long life Timisoara!” it was some new political slogan. They started chanting it too. It was only when he called, “Down with Ceausescu!” that they realised something wasn’t right. Terrified, they tried to force themselves away from him, dropping the banners they had been carrying. In the crush the wooden batons on which the banners were held began to snap underfoot and women start screaming. The ensuing panic sounded like booing.
The unthinkable was happening. Ceausescu stood there on his balcony, ludicrously frozen in uncertainty, his mouth opening and shutting. Even the official camera shook with fright. Then the head of security walked swiftly across the balcony towards him and whispered, “They’re getting in.” It was clearly audible on the open microphone and was broadcast over the whole country on live national radio.
This was the start of the revolution. Within a week Ceausescu was dead.
-via Banksy’s “Wall and Piece”, his source was John Simspon of the BBC News

kisskitty:

romanian revolution - ceauşescu’s government was overthrown 20 years ago this week. ceauşescu and his wife were given a sham trial and executed on christmas day.

The corrupt and brutal regime of President Ceausescu of Romania was infamous across the world. His ferocious government had run the country emphatically for many years, crushing any signss of dissent ruthlessly. In November 1989 he was re-elected President for another five years as his supporters at Party Conference gave him forty standing ovations.

On December 21st the President, disturbed by a small uprising in the western city of Timisoara in support of a Protestant Clergyman, was persuaded to address a public rally in Bucharest.

One solitary man in the crowd, Nica Leon, sick to death with Ceausescu and the dreadful circumstances he created for everyone started shouting in favour of the revolutionaries in Timisoara. The crowd around him, obedient to the last, thought that when he shouted out “long life Timisoara!” it was some new political slogan. They started chanting it too. It was only when he called, “Down with Ceausescu!” that they realised something wasn’t right. Terrified, they tried to force themselves away from him, dropping the banners they had been carrying. In the crush the wooden batons on which the banners were held began to snap underfoot and women start screaming. The ensuing panic sounded like booing.

The unthinkable was happening. Ceausescu stood there on his balcony, ludicrously frozen in uncertainty, his mouth opening and shutting. Even the official camera shook with fright. Then the head of security walked swiftly across the balcony towards him and whispered, “They’re getting in.” It was clearly audible on the open microphone and was broadcast over the whole country on live national radio.

This was the start of the revolution. Within a week Ceausescu was dead.

-via Banksy’s “Wall and Piece”, his source was John Simspon of the BBC News

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adamkroboth:

abcdefghijklost:

i tried to laugh but i went back to my room and cried

i mean our room, i went back to our room and cried

<3

fennario this friday?

 you know it.  might be flying solo, your pretty face would be a welcome sight(i mean, i’d like to see you either way, you know, just increased situational appreciation or something i’m going to stop typing now okay)

abcdefghijklost:

i tried to laugh but i went back to my room and cried

i mean our room, i went back to our room and cried

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‘merchandise’ - fugazi (for reference).  you are not what you own. 

been listening to fugazi’s repeater (+3 songs) today.  sounds surprisingly fresh, i suppose it’s been a few years since i’ve visted this part of mackaye’s discography.  so interested in ‘merchandise’ in particular, but really the whole thought it presents, that the idea of value, of anykind, being unavoidably interrelated with economic interest in today’s society(via 1990, more true in 2k9 than ever).  really it’s impossible to avoid.  something like the six degrees of how blatantly fucked you are.  the summation of my dad’s life after high school advice for me is whether or not it’s keen in terms of the current economic market.  ‘everyone goes to school when the economy is bad, there are no jobs to be had, why would you ever take a year off, you’ll never get back into school’.  the value of life is not a commodity.  it cannot be bought or sold.  the value of the omnipresent dollar is just as fictitious as that of the currency found in any of the board games you played as a child.  you cannot live in gold you do not die as the market crashes.  it is a game.  but what i place importance in, what i hold to be of value in my life, that is not a game.  that’s it it’s what it is.  thanks for the timeless life advice everyone, but kindly fuckoff.

my new years eve is gonna be better than your new years eve

“hi! on dec. 31 (new years eve) we will be playing a reunion show at the OX (2nd + turner in north philadelphia). the show will be starting promptly at 6pm and there’s a good chance we’ll be playing pretty early. so show up on time! should be a good fucking time. come hang and see these other neato bands…

algernon cadwallader
hop along
blowing
joint chiefs of math
best friends
boyfriends

and the party will continue after the bands!
pretty cool eh?

any questions/comments/concerns email ticklebuttrecords@gmail.com because we don’t check our boyprob messages. thanks!”

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splityourowndamnatoms:

spent last night learning two johnny hobo and the freight trains songs til 2 am. i need a better hobby

 honestly dude like you really don’t.  that sounds like the kind of hobby i should start.