Syzygy & CATCHING SIGNALS THAT SOUND IN THE DARK

lapis philosophorum | this blog is the closed captioning stenography of the symphonies in my head, dictated too quickly for the girl typing

me acting my age. you can act your age or you can re-enact your age, but few people know this. and such is my loophole / circumvention technique.

music and lyrics and art with depth
literally are fractals
you zoom in and see the same structures
but up close and more beautiful

restrictor plate rat race

there is a difference between a person getting better
and a person being dosed so that
they might be brought back up to the arbitrarily
decided-upon balanced chemical levels
deemed “nominal” according to our cultural misunderstanding
of what exactly life is
and “governing” the person’s engine
so it behaves according to norms

functioning in society is not factory farming.
we don’t have jobs and we don’t have classes. we have roles
the universe is our employer / facilitator
and we need to ride those waves in.

ikenbot 
One of the essential recipes for a terrible relationship right there. Imo it’s better to be complete opposites and constantly provide each other with variety and diversity in many ways. Keeps things new, not repetitive and expected.

ikenbot 

One of the essential recipes for a terrible relationship right there. Imo it’s better to be complete opposites and constantly provide each other with variety and diversity in many ways. Keeps things new, not repetitive and expected.

(Source: miss-dalloway)


“There’s a plane leaving for anywhere you want right now, and in an hour, and in a day, and in a year. You can get out whenever you want, it’s comforting I think.”

“There’s a plane leaving for anywhere you want right now, and in an hour, and in a day, and in a year. You can get out whenever you want, it’s comforting I think.”

(via mysticmementos)

wars to walk gang-Plancks into lives left behind with windows leading to the past and broken glass

get this history off my mind — everything’s a piece of everyone, as far as i can see..

like a gull takes to the wind,
take to them, jump from your tree,
and dance.

no seriously how did they film this shot

no seriously how did they film this shot

faster than the speed of sound = faster than we thought we’d go beneath the sound of hope

no apologies.. i know you better than you fake it to see

honestly could
be heard as
“i’m a slave

up on your leopard upon the end of feral days