Theo Zumm- Sparks
aka “Grady and Dubose” by Nana Grizol.
Most amazing song and sentiment:
WE TRY TO TAKE NOTHING FOR GRANTED LIKE BREAKFAST AND BREATHING OR SHORT-TERM MEMORY.
Theo Zumm- Sparks
aka “Grady and Dubose” by Nana Grizol.
Most amazing song and sentiment:
WE TRY TO TAKE NOTHING FOR GRANTED LIKE BREAKFAST AND BREATHING OR SHORT-TERM MEMORY.
Songs.
PHUCKING FINALLY. somebody had the gaul or the where-with-all to post CIVILIZED’s first cassette online. so thrashy and brutal.
LET THE KIDS AND CHILDREN GROW AND LEARN AT THERE OWN PACE, - Lil B
Eyehategod- My name is God (I hate you)
so old, yet so brutal
I have this friend. He has a phone that can [instant message]. So now I really want him to die, because I’m sick of getting these fucking messages from him on his phone. “I’m in a shoe store.” That’s the whole message. We’re not secret agents! I don’t need to know where you are! So I get this message from him. He says, “I’m on an airplane in Seattle.” So I wrote back and I said, “Well, I hope your plane crashes.” And he gets pissed off and he calls me: “Take it back. We’re about to take off.” And I’m like, “Fuck you! I hope it crashes. I don’t have to take it back. Hope it crashes twice. Hope it crashes and kills half of you and they go, ‘Fuck it, let’s try again,’ and they take off and crash again. I hope that happens. Sincerely I hope it.” He goes, “Well, how are you going to feel now if my plane crashes after you went and said that?” “Are you shitting me? That would be amazing! To know that I can do that? I’d happily trade your life for knowledge of my powers.”
-Louis C.K., “Shameless”
Everywhere I walked, somebody was approaching me talking on a phone and someone was behind me talking on a phone. Inside the cars, the drivers were on the phone. When I took a taxi, the cabbie was on the phone…I had to wonder what that had previously held them up had collapsed in people to make incessant talking into a telephone preferable to walking about under no one’s surveillance, momentarily solitary, assimilating the streets through one’s animal senses and thinking the myriad thoughts that the activities of a city inspire…You know you can reach the other person anytime, and if you can’t, you get impatient—impatient and angry like a little stupid god.
-Philip Roth, Exit Ghost
Context: writer Andrew Marantz asserts, ”Traditional standup comics are more akin to aphoristic poets than to novelists. (Norm MacDonald is like Robert Creeley, Steven Wright is like James Tate, etc.) … Louis C.K. … is Philip Roth.” (p. 91)
I sometimes feel we are in a musical—
gossiping backstage between our numbers.
He drags deeply on his cigarette.
Most of his life is over.
Often he refers to himself as “an old faggot.”
He does this bemusedly, yet timidly.
I know why he does this.
He does this because his acceptance is finally complete—
and complete acceptance is always
bittersweet.
from “The Clerk’s Tale” by Spencer Reece (2004)
… the soft lips
Nuzzle and the alien small teeth
Tear at the grass
from “Psalm” by George Oppen (1963)
(Source: la-luna-sun, via metalonmetalblog)
Theo Zumm- Styrofoam Cup Song
CIVILIZED - REFLECTION
(via ovdvstandrot)