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Norwegian Arms - "Wolf Like a Stray Dog"

Edmund had a horrible habit of writing enigmatic notes, especially before flying. Before a trip out east, he left a note for May, for her thighs and for her forehead, on the table, weighted down by a banana. She got it when it was 10:33, the radio left perpetually on, murmuring:

May, you were sleeping and I thought I wouldn't wake you. I love you endlessly, if that means anything. I have found over the years that nothing really ever goes away. It gets quieter, you can ignore it, but it never disappears completely. It's hopeful, in a way. Everything still has a chance; you will be with me forever. -E

She wrinkled her brow, breaking the banana with her teeth. It could be a note left by someone never to return. Could just be Edmund being dramatic. Mid-chew she realized it had been his laying it out, his suggestion, that had prompted her to eat it in the first place. A binding agent, a banana, thicken you up.

She paused at the trash can, and turned on her slipper to the sliding door. She went into the backyard, green and crisp and an exactly half-sunny day. She wound up and hurled the banana peel as far she could toward the garden. It landed on top of the back fence, hung there for a moment, then slumped into the neighbour's yard.

I could go on, thought May. I do go on.

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Murs & 9th Wonder - "Get Together (Feat. Rapsody)"

A kid blows up a balloon too far, it suddenly shrinks and his head expands instead; repeat. A 1940's Ford emerges from a tunnel, bathed in light, blows a flower with its breeze; repeat. A cat shrinks away from a magic wand, afraid and wide-eyed; repeat. A runner pumps his fist in the air, the sky is cloudy; repeat. A pitcher of cream turns into oil when poured into a glass; repeat. A gangster deals cards in a poker game, but the players are different vegetables, the celery unreactive; repeat. A toddler falls on his heinie, the floor is totally reflective; repeat. Christian Bale bites the air; repeat. A dork jumps from mountaintop to mountaintop, the fool redeemed; repeat. A bikini-clad single mother, or possibly a babysitter, digs frantically on the beach, never quite reaching her target; repeat. A waiter lifts a silver-domed cover off a tray, revealing another version of his own head; repeat. A cat burglar opens a safe, his face erupts in glee, in a glow; repeat. A conveyor belt of high-heeled shoes, no beginning and no end; repeat.

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Jumbling Towers - "Our Rehab Neighborhood"

The city has had its jaw washed off. Its eyes dried up and shriveled. Its ears sloughed back into the scalp, the smile like an open-faced sandwich. The city's neck has snapped, the crick is a brutal dogleg, posture like punctuation. The city breathes, hisses, through the cavernous nostrils, one distended and prolapsed. In a hundred years the city will begin to scab over. Hard healing husks, bustling and bristling with activity, the kind of illiterate wriggling that Nature does when something is very very wrong. [Free]

Genesis - "The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging"

Fall wind conjures the erectorate. Dead leaves swirl away to sewer grates, sucked against the street as the whole world takes a breath in, quivering in anticipation. Checks and exes worm their ways from papers and touchscreens to waiting, gaping, hungry hubs. A college froth begins to form, from congressional friction and the repeated raising of hands. Then, through the tubers and cyber-lubricated T1s, come the glowing, wriggling hopefuls. Racing, amassing, instinctively tunneling, for the chance to penetrate and win the great Oval, the room with no doors.

RT if you had physical sex with your ballot.

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The Rolling Stones - "You Gotta Move"

Headlights are streetlights and puddles are electrified. The wind will smash things together and the yogurt might be off. If it were cold enough it would just be skating. Stay safe. [Buy]

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Einzelgänger - "Einzelgänger"

I am in a period of chemical readjustment. My body was incarnated with certain proclivities. A predisposition for diabetic, asthmatic, depressive, and generally allergic behaviours. I once tried to pass a whole grocery store bakery section through my digestive tract and my body almost completely broke down. I self-surgered, klepted a tetrahour of rejuvenative rest, and released myself from my apartment the following morning, I remember the sun was very hot. I am chemically readjusting for my partner. My partner enjoys recreational drugs, and I would like to be able to participate in that. Currently, when I ingest them, I feel like a skeleton, and I do not wish to feel this way. I do not care that I am a skeleton, I do not want to remember this, and I do not want the drugs fucking reminding me. [hard to find] (via Paul)

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To follow-up on Tuesday's post on P.O.S. (aka Stefon Alexander) there is some troubling news. He has had to cancel the fall tour in support of We Don't Even Live Here because his kidneys are failing. He lays it all out in the video below, and now there is a way to help: http://bit.ly/stefneedsakidney

In just a few days they've raised 12K of the 25K goal.

P.O.S. - "Get Down (feat. Mike Mictlan)"

Make it symbiotic, things will level out. If I had to peel money off my wallet like skin off a kitten's back. If I had a counter above my head that counted weight and volume of all the trash I produce. If my car were a beast, that had its own desires, its own dreams, its own way to go, if it weren't a dead thing. If the world weren't so easily conquered, if it weren't all done for us already, it would be easier to appreciate how alive it no longer is. [Buy this record, it is so good]

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