Heavymettle:

Drew Smith - Melee (Fossils: 2007)

You want the truth, I don’t know what’s real You fight me off, I’m still nipping at your heels I could try, but the feeling won’t let go And you, my dear, will be hanging ‘round my door You need the truth, but some things aren’t up for sale You’ve felt me out, now you’re rushing by full sail I could try, but the feeling won’t let go And you, my dear, will be hanging ‘round my door All these bodies rush right through me It’s like I’m chased by ghosts And you, my dearest, choose to break the ones you love the most I could try, but the feeling won’t let go And you, my dear, will be hanging ‘round my door

I could try, but the feeling won’t let go And you, my dear, will be hanging ‘round my door

there is no amount of "contributions to society" that justifies the intentional subjugation of specially selected people groups (which by design maintains the artificial elevation and social and historical preciousness of such "contributors" in the first place). idc how often somebody quotes some poetry or holds up a watch. fuck that. whole apparatus down to the language is blood garbage and unmarked graves. At least stop lying even if you can't fix it

Wax on Radio - Guilding The Lily (Exposition: 2006) Widened eyes, why the look of startled surprise? Following, what's become of a sad sense of hope and your moaning of faith Sickened words of sadder days, a glorious fate Trust not what we've come to make of the truth Waking to the walls closing in around you Bright and bold are the fires we've set after you

Your grasp has been released from the god awful hand Your grasp has been released As an aching will rise in the bones, when will I need you?

Dig down in the sand tell us son what you've found in your hand You hold the ghost of your lost and broken soul Tell of the faith we will need to know for the plans to be made What's come of love? Will you know not what you've done until you see her? Me and my love We can't see straight Oh, me and my love We can't see straight

As we walk through a wood to a clearing of light Where the moonlight lets in all the creatures that stir there in the night I have followed you if only to show what we reap we will not sew Fading gray As the trouble come and go Fading gray

I have followed you if only to show that an aching rises in bone

Love of mine I have to tell you we're out of time The hell that has wrought us will soon reprise And leave our souls knowing life is pain until death closes our eyes

Paula Zago

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jwisser:

A modern mask representing one of the Perchten, followers of Perchta, sometimes leader of the Wild Hunt.

And this is why I had a terror of masks as a child.

"Eva Jessye was a pioneer in the world of African American music and is recognized as the first black woman to receive international distinction as a choral director."

Friendly reminder that there's always somebody out there predicting the imminent end of the world. I've lived through a bunch of predicted apocalypses throughout my life and not a one of them has ever happened. The world won't end this time, either.

julia-turbo:

“This Victorian artificial arm and hand is part of the London Science Museum’s collection: “Made from steel and brass, this unusual prosthetic arm articulates in a number of ways. The elbow joint can be moved by releasing a spring, whereas the top joint of the wrist allows a degree of rotation and an up-and-down motion. The fingers can also curl up and straighten out. The leather upper arm piece is used to fix the prosthesis to the remaining upper arm. The rather sinister appearance of the hand suggests the wearer may have disguised it with a glove.”“

via BoingBoing

btw now feels like a good time to plug the organizations that the kissinger death tontine accepted donations-as-submissions from!

☞ Cambodian Children's Fund ☞ Desafío Levantemos Chile ☞ East Timor and Indonesia Action Network ☞ Guatemala Forensic Anthropology Project ☞ The Halo Trust ☞ Yemen Relief Project