you must be some kind of Holy Father, Son and Father, only one. I grow ten hundred feet tall. I grow ten hundred feet. I fall ten hundred feet I rise like sun. I’m sad, I’m lonely Father. Son and Father, only one.
I see stepping feet they rise like heat. They rise like hammers. Damn her. Damn the bastard ghosts that live inside so parasitic tastes acidic. But i feed because I need because it’s fodder for the daughter. For the only one.
i will fill your heart with boats and belles and beams and candy-appled everythings
Erik Satie - Gymnopédie No.1
Known as the “first talking stamps” in 1972, these tiny vinyl postage stamps from Bhutan were totally playable and when the needle was put on the record stamp you heard Bhutan’s national anthem and a capsule history of the nation. Talking stamps were thin plastic embossed records with removable back to expose the adhesive.
According to eBay, they’re highly collectable (an entire set is around $495.00) and even still legal for mailing use.
Michael Cera has a new 21 track digital album on his bandcamp!
Michael Cera - Those Days
With all the fairness in the world we both could use a break from all the borrowed lines you’d effortlessly take and every single time you’d leave what you had made and all the angry words were mine in the first place.
With every favorite flaw you hide inside your face. That ever-changing smile that always proved a fake. To each his own I guess but don’t forget my name cause every dirty thought was mine in the first place.
I’ll carry it away to fields I only go to in my dreams. If your soul could ever find a way I hope that you’ll remember what you’ve seen.
So you could spend it all on Earth and all her moons or anything that two can do together. But don’t ever search for comfort cause comfort goes away. And what’s anything that doesn’t last forever?