Photo by Hugh Lippe via Dazed
Friday, January 8 2010
Themes of ontology and metaphysical wonderment may be discussed, but ultimately, they were probably just really fucked up on drugs and thought it'd be cool to blow half a million dollars on a music video. And what's really important is that Lindsey Buckingham's guitar shredding fucking rules!
Wednesday, December 16 2009
Dear everyone,
Please watch this. This is what dreams are made of.
Love,
Yours Truly
Yesterday, I finally finished the book All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy. At night I had a dream about riding a horse down the trail from Texas to Mexico. It was so weird because I'd never been to Texas or ridden a horse before, but somehow I still rode on without any hesitation. My lips got chapped from the blustering dry wind and my hair knotted and tangled. When I woke up I drank a mugful of water.
He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.
Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
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