Warrior on the Edge of Thyme

Exists largely to foist music on people.
Traveling Wilburys

—End of the Line (ripped from vinyl)

knifeladder:

Traveling Wilburys “End of the Line” (ripped from vinyl)

This song has seriously been in my head for days, and played (I believe) in its entirety in my dream the other night.  Whenever I hear this band, I first think of my buddy RJO, whom I’ve known for almost 30 years.  Then I think of Black Spring, ‘11, where this song comforted me like a blanket in the middle of the firefight of g&t’s and debauchery.  

darkarfs:

shmemson:

cronenbergundian:

decemberpaladin:

jean-luc-gohard:

the-goddamazon:

tashabilities:

IF this is ALL they left, this is violence.

It’s some Christians imposing THEIR religious beliefs on you,

While bucking the unwritten, unspoken social contract to tip waitstaff for their service.

I’ve actually had this happen to me before when I worked at Red Lobster. Some guy left his business card and wrote on the back that I should apply for a real job instead of “begging for tips”.

I should have pissed in his drink.

Note that this is a generic tract and not an ad for their church, because if you knew what church they attended, you could show up on Sunday morning in your finest clothes and slap the shit out of them.

I would dedicate a good part of my day to destroying them utterly.

"Disappointed? Jesus won’t let you down." Uh, Jesus just did let me down by allowing His followers to leave me this wack bullshit in lieu of money.

Fuck this. Unacceptable. 

I hope there is a hell, just so I know shitlords who don’t tip are absolutely going there. 

Excuse me, could we have more sweet tea?

(Source: coreydrake)

I only am re-posting this because I have found myself in the position of a stay at home doggy daddy with a spotless house (save for the Vietnamese press in the sink used to make her coffee), and we had Sirloin Bordelaise with Potatoes Lyonnaise and Grilled Romaine Salad with a cilantro/basil/champagne vinaigrette to eat last night—-followed by love making.
So yes, I am a man who cooks and cleans and is also a fucker. Take that, world.  My one gripe here is that whether it’s professional cooking or domestic, I hate wearing aprons and will only do so if I’m handling dough and/or a ton of flour.  

I only am re-posting this because I have found myself in the position of a stay at home doggy daddy with a spotless house (save for the Vietnamese press in the sink used to make her coffee), and we had Sirloin Bordelaise with Potatoes Lyonnaise and Grilled Romaine Salad with a cilantro/basil/champagne vinaigrette to eat last night—-followed by love making.

So yes, I am a man who cooks and cleans and is also a fucker. Take that, world.  My one gripe here is that whether it’s professional cooking or domestic, I hate wearing aprons and will only do so if I’m handling dough and/or a ton of flour.  

(Source: mombies-littlemonsters, via allornothinglove)

i’m so glad this link exists.  

There’s a lot of bad haircuts here, but I think this song is of such an honest sentiment and beautiful vocal arrangement that I love it probably best of all Queen songs.  It upsets me a lot that I have a lot of negative connotations with being at sporting events or working in shitass bars and watching people sing along to “Bohemian Rhapsody” or “We Will Rock You” and then pull some “Faggot this or that” shit on a fellow patron. It’s those feelings that make me understand the sentiment of people who want to keep their underground music underground, just so it’s theirs.  That’s selfish in the end, though.  I make little sense, but Fred and the gang got some pipes and some chops on this beautiful number.

I really truly begin to appreciate complete piece of shit songs like this that used to use a video to ape whatever record execs thought would sell (often correctly) at the time a few years later.  E.G. when I was living in this horrible apartment circa 2003 and would blast this on repeat in horror.  

one of those songs i hear 8 times a week at work but finally asked about. i’d rather have dinner with the singer from the phantogram song, but at least i know who this actually is now.