audiokayness (the phantom annex)

studyinrain:

I just remembered my record store dream, and I was looking through stacks of vinyl, and I found an album called The Bagpipe Reggae All-Stars Play The Music Of Nico. 

via the music of sound

It is pure intention: If there is chaos, it is authored chaos; if it is ugly, it is designed ugliness; if it is absurd, it is willed absurdity.
Rem Koolhaas, S M L XL. Still the most relevant quote about Singapore. (via woonder)
A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
from Zen Shin Talks  (via kushgrl)
I fell in love with somebody who loves me only as a friend. I've been lying to them about a lot of things, and I hate that. And I'm afflicted with so many things, I'm so heartbroken no matter how genuine that friend-love is, it won't really make things better. Can you write a poem for me?
Anonymous

kdecember:

I am your friend. I am walking across an ice field.

Winter has begun to put a puzzle in your mouth.

This is what a real lie looks like. I grew up

in the dark paintings of Moscow. I have three children,

grown now, they live in the outskirts of a town I can not

pronounce. I am deeply unaware of warmer continents. I have

never shaken a soda and opened it in anyone’s face. I have two

jobs, I’m so busy. I told you that your eyes are just eyes. I pretended

I was okay when you left a village on the back of a seal. This is what

a real lie looks like. I wanted to tell you. I wanted announcements carried

by large birds across the country. This is what the truth

looks like. I am the youngest in my family. I light small

things on fire and step away. I think this could work if we are

held up to the sun in the right way. I think

you’re tired. I think your wings are just wings and I won’t

hold you responsible.

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here is a poem/prose for you. I hope you like it. Thanks for writing to me and letting me write something. I hope it helps. xo

kdecember:

I heard the scanner

it was the grass

rising indistinguishable
as the highway coming down
on me

in all directions


it was cake divided so
equally I couldn’t look
when they came to
examine it

I don’t care terribly much about my own opinions. I find my own opinions very tiresome and predictable. I’ve always tried to keep opinions out of my work. That’s why I take so long to write the stuff - so that it goes beneath the opinion, the slogan, the stance. You know, in a conversation in a bar over a drink, I can dredge up an opinion. I can even dredge up a belief. But I don’t have much conviction in these matters.
Leonard Cohen (via jacobwren)
The problem is no longer getting people to express themselves, but providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people from expressing themselves, but rather, force them to express themselves. What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, or ever rarer, the thing that might be worth saying.
Gilles Deleuze, “Mediators” in Incorporations (via dialoghost)