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Sun on the Horizon

Posted by PrttyBrd on March 5, 2012 at 6:50pm

Sun on the Horizon

In the gray hours of pending dawn,
time seems endless
Dreams meld into reality, as true desires
breathe their first breath of life
In that space, with no consequences, lies the answer
The answer to every unasked question
The answer to every possibility
Fear has yet to be awakened before the day is touched by the creeping morning sun,
whose light bears the weight of the death of dreams
The sun that brings with it the doubt that plagues humanity
For in the predawn silence, true happiness resides
Nay, thrives in the hearts and minds of all
With childlike exuberance, belief in the improbable is clutched to the breast,
as the last vestiges of slumber melt it from the tightest grasp
Yet, with this glowing hellstar, begins a brand new day
And with each new day comes a chance to snag the tiniest piece of perfection along for the ride

i fought justin bieber

Posted by you may call me radioheadfreak on March 5, 2012 at 5:00pm

Created by Oatmeal

WASTE ticket sale time?

Posted by Scott on March 5, 2012 at 4:31pm

Greetings, all - so when do WASTE tickets go on sale? I see that regular tix go on sale typically at 3 pm GMT, but what about WASTE tix? For example, on 8 March? Thanks...

Lamb

Posted by Quinton Maxwell on March 5, 2012 at 12:10pm

Things get really dark when he walks in the room. His children follow him, clinging to his coattails like leaves. There is a rustling sound when he walks. His encroaching footsteps stretch over several feet. I always admired that way he covers ground with such little effort. It reminds me of how futile my means of transporting myself are. The little ones all have camcorders and silver circles all glare at me. They never blink and the metallic lenses ocassionally catch the light. He is autonomous of this room. He is only here because I've ruined something. I become suddenly quite assured that he means to kill me. Panic flashes. I spryly leaps towards him and drop upon him. I bite, kick, squeel, and drag fingernails through what feels like sponge. His offspring watch and record it all. Things happen far too fast. With distain I realise that his blood is seeping my coat. After all that, I become an internet sensation. My feet hardly touch the ground.

Holiday spirit

Posted by Quinton Maxwell on March 5, 2012 at 12:06pm

One night, while walking past my window I see silhouettes on my lawn. Everytime I pass the window, I cannot but help to check outside to see if they're still there and, without fail, I see them. I run outside in my robe and Scream "why won't you bastards melt already!?!" Realising my own foolishness I make a hasty retreat back into my home. My mind begins to play tricks on me. I start to believe they are moving and every time I work up enough backbone to look I think they're in different positions. So as a result I religiously take photographs of the white figures. A collections begins to congregate on the windowsill. I study them with detailed intensity to the point where I can draw accurate sketches of them without looking. I could've swore that one made a mean face at me. Did that one just move? Oh torment. I could kill whoever built those damn things on my lawn. Worrying about the snowman encompasses more and more of my time.If I'm not by the window staring with well trained suspicion at them then on I'm in my easy chair contemplating what they could be doing out there and what their plot to get me might be. I leave little snacks and beverages by the window to keep me from passing out in the long hours I spend staring them down. I develop a highly focused paranoia and refuse to leave the house for fear that those frosty fiends will grow bold at the opportunity and decide to snatch me without the safety of my home. They envelope all my attention, they are all that matters, I think of nothing else. Sleep leaves me and won't return. I sit in bed watching the door waiting for them to appear. Finally salvation! I watch with joy and delight as they suffer in the spring as time and temperature work together to eat their mass. Winter has left and I have been freed by nature from my white nightmare.A return to sanity visits me and my life settles back into safe routines and normality. I go to work, I eat, I sleep. Every once and a while I pause on my lawn and I feel a debilitating depression come over me. It is hard to explain, an emptiness like none other I've ever felt, not even departing lovers. One night a cold front comes through. I get up, setting my news paper on the table and walk to the window. A light snow falls on us all. I sit at the window motionless and stare at where the snowmen used to stand. I stand their for hours.
I am pretending that they are still there.
I am pretending that I am clever.
I am pretending that I am interesting.

kronos

Posted by Quinton Maxwell on March 5, 2012 at 12:03pm

----End

Eating with your mouth open
Other undesirable habits
That make your company intolerable
Even in my sleep
Even in my dreams
You're unresponsive to brain function
Trying to be friendly and other ways that you repulse me
Agreeing with everything I say
Irritation
Immersed in obscure references no one is intended to get
Damages and repercussions
The loose change in your pocket
With an electromagnetic coil
Will be turned into bullets
And you will be torn to shreds
But you'll be back
With a guarantee of reasonable health in thirty days
plastic, polyethylene, polystyrene, polymer, polygamist.
When you are gone
Everything becomes so quiet
I have never heard things this quiet
You're trying to fill me with noise.

--dne

Anyone win tickets to the ACL Live Taping?

Posted by Brandon Holland on March 5, 2012 at 6:08am

Just wondering if anyone here managed to win tickets to the taping in Austin on Tuesday. If by chance anyone won and doesn't have a +1 I would love to join you (would even be willing to pay). Regardless though, congratulations if you won tickets! It should be a great show.

listen to the greenwood/penderecki album in full on NPR

Posted by arico on March 5, 2012 at 6:04am

NPR Media Player

Burial + Four Tet - Nova

Posted by arico on March 5, 2012 at 4:45am

Burial + Four Tet - Nova by Four Tet

Identikit in Atlanta! Great video and audio!

Posted by Eduardo Rivas on March 5, 2012 at 2:33am

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=PrhRK-kqReI

Tornados in the midwest

Posted by Prosody on March 4, 2012 at 6:17pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2109540/Indiana-tornado-2012-Angel-Babcock-2-ALIVE-10-miles-home-Salem.html

【complete】video: 2012/03/03 Houston

Posted by arico on March 4, 2012 at 6:00pm

YouTube Playlist

01. Bloom

02. Little By Little

03. Weird Fishes/Arpeggi

04. Morning Mr. Magpie

05. The Gloaming

06. 15 Step

07. Codex

08. Cut A Hole

09. These Are My Twisted Words

10. Airbag

11. Identikit

12. Lotus Flower

13. There There

14. Feral

15. Idioteque

16. Reckoner

17. Separator

18. All I Need

19. Myxomatosis

20. Everything in Its Right Place

21. Give Up the Ghost

22. Nude

23. Paranoid Android

Cruelest tether

Posted by b on March 4, 2012 at 2:21pm

Feel this tender cordWrapped too loosleyA reminder of the burning reachLost to mirageFeel it thereIt's thereIt's touching lightly all the timeAs you goWantingDown in flamesHolding your angel's breathLean into itFor it seems there's nothing beneath