Band of Outsiders, 1964.

The only things worse than mistakes are regrets. 

deadmau5:

Well, since PaulyD and his hair obviously has no need for my advice, let me elaborate pass it along to someone who’s actually serious about music. You probably.

Marketing is such a vile term to me for some reason. In fact, every time i hear it i probably cringe harder than your grandma would if…

Wise words!

I don’t understand what’s up with this obsession with Onesies. What’s so good about being a baby? You have absolutely no control over your own life and you shit yourself on a regular basis.

I think the kids are in trouble
Do not know what all the troubles are for
Give ‘em ice for their fevers
You’re the only thing I ever want anymore

We live on coffee and flowers
Try not to wonder what the weather will be
I figured out what we’re missing
I tell you miserable things after you are asleep

Now we’ll leave the silver city ‘cause all the silver girls
Gave us black dreams
Leave the silver city ‘cause all the silver girls
Everything means everything

It’s a Hollywood summer
You’ll never believe the shitty thoughts I think
Meet our friends out for dinner
When I said what I said, I didn’t mean anything

We belong in a movie
Try to hold it together ‘til our friends are gone
We should swim in a fountain
Do not want to disappoint anyone

Now we’ll leave the silver city ‘cause all the silver girls
Gave us black dreams
Leave the silver city to all the silver girls
Everything means everything

I was afraid I’d eat your brains
I was afraid I’d eat your brains
‘Cause I’m evil
‘Cause I’m evil

I’m a confident liar
Have my head in the oven so you know where I’ll be
I’ll try to be more romantic
I want to believe in everything you believe

I was less than amazing
Do not know what all the troubles are for
Fall asleep in your branches
You’re the only thing I ever want anymore

Now we’ll leave the silver city ‘cause all the silver girls
Gave us black dreams
Leave the silver city to all the silver girls
Everything means everything

I was afraid I’d eat your brains
I was afraid I’d eat your brains
‘Cause I’m evil
‘Cause I’m evil
‘Cause I’m evil

The National, Conversation 16 from the album High Violet. 
awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Tom Waits, David Bowie and Bette Midler

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Tom Waits, David Bowie and Bette Midler

Fucks Sake

I’m trying to write a business plan (think, cold clinical realism), but I keep slipping into weird, escapist, 19th century dainty prose.

Sample sentence

I will endeavor to seek some sort of circumstance forthwith.”  

Fuck you Oscar Wilde. 

Il est mort! 

C’est ne pas du guerre. 

Parfait dans las imparfait. 

You design your own reality.