listening to the first track of moon safari creates and immerses me in smooth, fluid, sky-colored soundscapes while driving on 880/uglywasteland. these light blue, lavender, rosy hues enter my eager mouth and into my lungs, which become sparkling surfaces of tide pools. the smooth but complex blend of classical instruments and modern synths ( Read more... )

Hesperiidae Papilionidae Apatelodidae Epiplemidae Notodontidae Nemeobiidae Eupterotidae Callidulidae Dioptidae Lymantriidae ( Read more... )

as the phosphoric acid eats away at my enamel, i enjoy the best psychedelic punk texas has to offer: the butthole surfers ( Read more... )

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the green hills/mountains in the background create the perfect atmosphere.

When I have the money, I plan on purchasing this ( Read more... )

Shake your hair girl with your ponytail ( Read more... )

i miss you.

i like the fact that my grandmother refers to the uterus as a baby wagon.

he was talking about the possibility of becoming a yogi because of his high tolerance for pain.

take a sign, draft a work order, put the new one in.

today my father and i were on a similar frequency, a deep blue sadness which dampens every attempt to make it better. it will subside as inexplicably as it arrived. it's just one of those days.

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I am in David Tibet's brain now and it's blowing my fucking mind.