A Basterd For All Seasons
Ghosts of past lives

It was a mix of her eyes, her smile and  that foot of faded blue mohawk ascending from her scalp that drew me to her.  What she saw in my Robert Smith in combat boots with a shaved head look I’ve no idea.  We were bloody young, I was 19 maybe 20, she was a few years younger than I.  ”The Psycho Mansion” was the pad we all hung out and got drunk at, how we met.  It was a short lived affair, two months tops.  ”Young love” more like infatuation but at that point I was a clean slate so it was one in the same.  She was my first kiss after all.  
Almost a decade later and we’re somehow “friends” on a horrible social site I only keep active because I’ve a few people I can only get in touch with through that horrible means. 
She’s got two kids, and so does this other cat I had slept with on occasion a handful of years ago.  And this other one is about to have a baby, and it’s just been over a year since our little tryst ended.

Quite recently various ex’s and fuck buddies/attempts at something more than just a casual screw, have all found my punk ass on that vile site and they’re all either preggo’s or have multiple children.

My only thoughts are “why are you all casually attempting to contact me again, I’m a complete shitbag in regards to our prior relations”  competing against  ”Thank you Trojan for making it so I’m not the one who knocked you up”

Because I am quite the shitty human being when it comes to any sort of relationship.   But thank fucking christ I don’t have a bloody kid running around!

There’s a capacity for enjoying that kind of existence in all of us. And only those who can see above and beyond the American goal of respectable mediocrity can enjoy a life that leads to anything but a struggle to attain that end. I lived with it for eighteen years and I haven’t been out of the orbit enough to find whatever it is I’m looking for. I’ve made progress, of course, but there’s always the temptation - especially now at “peak” time - to go back and maneuver for a comfortable seat on the merry-go-round.
Hunter S. Thompson (The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman)

Spoek Mathambo doing a most fantastic version of Joy Division’s “Control”

jabb8rwokky:

DRAWN TOGETHER: The Collected Works of R. and A. Crumb
A compilation of collaborative works from 1972 to date by Robert Crumb and his wife, Aline Kominsky.
Hardcover
October 2012
ISBN 978-0-87140-429-9
8.9 × 11.6 in / 272 pages
W.W. Norton & Co.
"The thematic cohesion, despite the two very different styles, is an achievement, one further enhanced by guest illustrations from daughter Sophie and cameos from Art Spiegelman and Charles Burns. A must for Crumb fans."— Publishers Weekly
$25 Each(Domestic shipping via USPS Media Mail $5, international shipping $24)
http://bmb.goemerchant.com/cart/cart.aspx?ST=buy&Action=add&Merchant=crumbproductscom&ItemNumber=together_book

jabb8rwokky:

DRAWN TOGETHER: The Collected Works of R. and A. Crumb

A compilation of collaborative works from 1972 to date by Robert Crumb and his wife, Aline Kominsky.

  • Hardcover
  • October 2012
  • ISBN 978-0-87140-429-9
  • 8.9 × 11.6 in / 272 pages
  • W.W. Norton & Co.

"The thematic cohesion, despite the two very different styles, is an achievement, one further enhanced by guest illustrations from daughter Sophie and cameos from Art Spiegelman and Charles Burns. A must for Crumb fans."
— Publishers Weekly

$25 Each
(Domestic shipping via USPS Media Mail $5, international shipping $24)

http://bmb.goemerchant.com/cart/cart.aspx?ST=buy&Action=add&Merchant=crumbproductscom&ItemNumber=together_book

tylermalmart:

"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun - for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax - This won’t hurt." - Hunter S. Thomson suicide note

tylermalmart:

"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun - for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax - This won’t hurt." - Hunter S. Thomson suicide note

nickdrake:

David Cronenberg, Naked Lunch.

nickdrake:

David Cronenberg, Naked Lunch.

theniftyfifties:

I Love Lucy: Ethel and Lucy nose to nose

theniftyfifties:

I Love Lucy: Ethel and Lucy nose to nose

Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen playing “The Newlywed Game”

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Curse Of Millhaven
547 plays

hoaxoversleepytown:

The Curse Of Millhaven

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Murder Ballads (1996)

"…If you think that you’ve seen a pair of eyes more green then you sure haven’t seen ‘em around here…”

This this whole album is chillingly fantastic but this song has got to be one of my favorite Nick Cave tunes.  I love laying in bed with headphones and just getting lost in the worlds Nick creates.

bookporn:

submitted by dzeijz

anachoretique:

siamese twins, essex sanatorium, horrible parade, july 4, 1936. from the collection of angelica paez. (via Pin by Mishahshah on Dead and awesome | Pinterest)

anachoretique:

siamese twins, essex sanatorium, horrible parade, july 4, 1936. from the collection of angelica paez. (via Pin by Mishahshah on Dead and awesome | Pinterest)

i-have-beards:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was highly disappointed when I figured out this wasn’t a game of “Find Scott Thompson” 

leavemealoneplease:

pretty much

leavemealoneplease:

pretty much