Charlie Don't Surf.

We have done what we wanted.
We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry
of each other, and we have welcomed grief
and called ruin the impossible habit to break.

And now we are here.
The dinner is ready and we cannot eat.
The meat sits in the white lake of its dish.
The wine waits.

Coming to this has its rewards:
nothing is promised, nothing is taken away.
We have no heart or saving grace,
no place to go, no reason to remain.

Mark Strand, Coming to This [ via thecertainty ]

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James Blake - Retrograde
[Overgrown, 2013]

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This House Is Shaking

I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs,
You pour yourself over me
like the sun through the blinds.

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When they ask how I died, tell them: still angry.

Quell

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JK Flesh - Knuckledragger
[Posthuman, 2012]

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To The Mother Of My Enemy

[ see also ]

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Andy Stott - Luxury Problems
[Luxury Problems, 2012]

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Keep walking. Hot night right now, right here. All you have is what you are. All you want is much too much. All you get is so much less. All you feel is nothing. All you see is darkness. All you know is senseless and all you can do about it is ride.

Henry Rollins, Eye Scream

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