A Taste Of Everest

julien-donkey boy

The Wrathful & Sullen

failment

“Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Godspeed You Black Emperor!- Dead Flag Blues(outro)

My Malady

So I've come to realize that I have problem with sleeping.
I avoid it at all costs
for at least 3 years, since I haven't had a full time job
I drink coffee until 3 in the morning
every night
I don't dislike sleep
I enjoy dreaming
I just don't get the desire to fall asleep until I've burned out every bit of fuel in my body.
on tour, after countless hour drives, we'll get to where were staying
and I will sit up doing nothing on my laptop
long after everyone else has gone to sleep.
there is no reason
I try to make my time awake valuable
but I spend most of it day dreaming
and grieving way too many things
that I should be putting behind me
I'm only 22 years old
but sometimes I feel like I've experienced
a whole life's worth of sadness
but I know it's not that bad
I know I tend to dwell on things
far past the point that I should
I should be more grateful
My stream of conscience is littered
with little mishaps
and fuck ups
and what ifs
and could have beens
and what the fuck am I doing wrong

listening to:

Goldmund - The Winter of 1539 - 1540
it's pretty much the coldest, most haunting, beautiful thing you can let grace your ears. but its not an easy listen

Sargeist- Satanic Black Devotion
one of the best, saddest black metal songs ever written.

brought to you by a skeptic

not quite poetic
hardly apathetic
taste acquired
soon retired
winter spring
summer fell
came down hard
hurts to tell

kickstop my heart

guardian, you don't exist.
lack of faith is in again
fall 'alone' is setting in
she came cold
but left instead
heart breaker
heart breaker
don't let me crash
find me some time
to let this all pass
o' how relations
all seem to grow crass

Thank You Hugh Crawford

This man took a single poloroid picture every day of his life from march 1979 through his death on October 25th 1997. I could sit here for days looking at all these. All taken when this world was a much better place.


http://photooftheday.hughcrawford.com/

this is real. college pt. blvd

Jesus' Son

This Movie.
Drugs.
Fucking Up.
Real Bad.
Jack Black.
Sickest Movie Ever.
it hurts.

The Mole

El Topo
My father gave this movie to me when I was 13 years old. he got it from a friend who found it in France. it wasn't released in the US until 2007 nearly 40 years after its making. there are no words to describe this movie. when I saw it for the first time, getting high with all my friends it was just a complete mind fuck. ive watched it dozens of times since and recently got to experience The Holy Mountain , its unofficial sequel. it's definitely a film that I think everyone should see. Its beautiful, extremely dark and one of a kind.

Shedding Scales

misanthrope's agenda
nihilistic views
seated in your wasteland
you'll never sing the blues

you'll never meet desire
you'll never know despair
you'll be greatly admired
yet still a slave to fear

never make it obvious
never let them near
the path you tread to hell
has never been so clear

I hear you've been repenting
question all your tears
I've seen you reach for beetle's wings
angels are not here.


S