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my imaginings live here— like a hotel conference full of liars, cheaters, stealers, and wine. ready to be fully realized: but always standing at the end of the line. |
South African explorer and humanitarian Kingsley Holgate
South African explorer and humanitarian Kingsley Holgate has journeyed across 12 African countries to spread awareness about malaria prevention and distribute bed nets to nearly one million, in coordination with national health ministries and under the banner of United Against Malaria.
now what am i supposed to do?
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the unbelievable, movie-inspiring life of this notorious thief.
“I Came As A Rat”
He’s baking cakes inside our souls
Stayed awake, took a nap
Got myself my bottles back
I’m breakin’ them out on the street
Walkin’ around in my bare feet
I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat
I caught a ride, we caught some air
He’s never gonna cut his hair
It takes more time to make a fake
We night swam down in the lake
Washed the dirt off our intentions
Prattle on ‘bout bad inventions
I came as ice, I came as a whore
I came as advice that came too short
I came as gold, I came as crap
I came clean and I came as a Rat
It takes a long time, but God dies too
But not before he’ll stick it to you
Well I don’t know, but I been told
You never die and you never grow old
Uh oh!
I came as a call, I came as flat
I came too soon so I came back
I came as flowers, I came as nice
I came as dirt and I came as its price
It takes a long time, but God dies too
But not before he’ll stick it to you
I don’t know, but I been told
You never die and you never grow old
Uh Oh!
“Paper Thin Walls”
And everyone hears every little sound
Everyone’s a voyeur, their watching me
Watch them, watch me right now
They’re shakin’ hands, they’re shakin’ in their shoes
Oh Lord, don’t shake me now
Everyone wants two of them
And half of everyone else who’s around
Its been agreed, the whole world stinks
So no ones taking showers anymore
Laugh hard it’s a long way to the bank
I can’t be blamed for nothin’ anymore
It’s been a long time since you’ve been around
Laugh hard it’s a long ways to the bank
Tow the line to tax the time, you know
That you don’t owe
I can’t be a fool for everyone that I don’t know
also let’s all just watch dogma again and see what happens.
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“Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes”
Gonna hit you on the face gonna punch you in your
glasses. Oh no!
I just got a message that said “Yeah hell is freezin’ over”
I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin’ “Hey boy get a
sweater. Right now”
So we’re drinkin’ drinkin’ drinkin’ drinkin’ coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin’ right on down
Oh right on down my throat
And as we’re headed down the road towards tiny cities
made of ashes
I’m gonna get dressed up in plastic gonna shake hands
with the masses. Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were goin’ down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I’m goin’ to hit you on the face I’m goin’ to punch you in your
glasses. Oh no!
I’m wearin’ myself a t-shirt that says “The world is my ashtray”
Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all grey
And I just got a message sayin’ that hell has frozen over
Got a phone call from the Lord sayin’ “Hey boy get a
sweater. Right now!”
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were drinkin’ drinkin’ drinkin’ drinkin’ coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin’ right on down oh right on down my throat
And as we’re headed down the road towards tiny cities
made of ashes
I’m gonna lay down in the spa where they coat you
in molasses. Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
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When the web started, I used to get really grumpy with people because they put my poems up. They put my stories up. They put my stuff up on the web. I had this belief, which was completely erroneous, that if people put your stuff up on the web and you didn’t tell them to take it down, you would lose your copyright, which actually, is simply not true.
And I also got very grumpy because I felt like they were pirating my stuff, that it was bad. And then I started to notice that two things seemed much more significant. One of which was… places where I was being pirated, particularly Russia where people were translating my stuff into Russian and spreading around into the world, I was selling more and more books. People were discovering me through being pirated. Then they were going out and buying the real books, and when a new book would come out in Russia, it would sell more and more copies. I thought this was fascinating, and I tried a few experiments. Some of them are quite hard, you know, persuading my publisher for example to take one of my books and put it out for free. We took “American Gods,” a book that was still selling and selling very well, and for a month they put it up completely free on their website. You could read it and you could download it. What happened was sales of my books, through independent bookstores, because that’s all we were measuring it through, went up the following month three hundred percent
I started to realize that actually, you’re not losing books. You’re not losing sales by having stuff out there. When I give a big talk now on these kinds of subjects and people say, “Well, what about the sales that I’m losing through having stuff copied, through having stuff floating out there?” I started asking audiences to just raise their hands for one question. Which is, I’d say, “Okay, do you have a favorite author?” They’d say, “Yes.” and I’d say, “Good. What I want is for everybody who discovered their favorite author by being lent a book, put up your hands.” And then, “Anybody who discovered your favorite author by walking into a bookstore and buying a book raise your hands.” And it’s probably about five, ten percent of the people who actually discovered an author who’s their favorite author, who is the person who they buy everything of. They buy the hardbacks and they treasure the fact that they got this author. Very few of them bought the book. They were lent it. They were given it. They did not pay for it, and that’s how they found their favorite author. And I thought, “You know, that’s really all this is. It’s people lending books. And you can’t look on that as a loss of sale. It’s not a lost sale, nobody who would have bought your book is not buying it because they can find it for free.”
What you’re actually doing is advertising. You’re reaching more people, you’re raising awareness. Understanding that gave me a whole new idea of the shape of copyright and of what the web was doing. Because the biggest thing the web is doing is allowing people to hear things. Allowing people to read things. Allowing people to see things that they would never have otherwise seen. And I think, basically, that’s an incredibly good thing.
"Neil Gaiman on Copyright, Piracy, and the Commercial Value of the Web (X)
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“Bankrupt On Selling”
saying “i’d sell off my savior for a set of new rings
and some sandles with the style of straps that cling best to the era”
so all of the businessers in their unlimited
hell where they buy and they sell and they sell all their
trash to each other but they’re sick of it all
and they’re bankrupt on selling
and all of the angels
they’d sell off yer soul for a set of new wings and anything gold
they remember
the people they loved their old friends
and i’ve seen through’em all seen through’em all and seen through most everything
all the people you knew were the actors
all the people you knew were the actors
well, i’ll go to college and i’ll learn some big words
and i’ll talk real loud
goddamn right i’ll be heard
you’ll remember all the guys that said all those big words he must’ve
learned in college
and it took a long time
i came clean with myself
i come clean out of love with my lover
i still love her
loved her more when she used to be sober and i was kinder
“Polar Opposites”
It’s the same on the weekends as the rest of the days
And I know I should go but I’ll probably stay
And that’s all you can do about some things
I’m trying to drink away the part of the day
That I cannot sleep away
Two one eyed dogs, they’re looking at stereos
Hi-fi Gods try so hard to make their cars low to the ground
These vibrations oil its teeth
Primer gray is the color when you’re done dying
I’m trying to drink away the part of the day
That I cannot sleep away