You’ve got the gun
And you’re killing everything I love
You don’t respect it
And what you are yeah I reject it
You’re just a fashion show
And you shit on everything I know
And now I’m seeing red
Cause you pulled the trigger
And metal is dead
Stuck Mojo – “Metal Is Dead”
“There is a space in the brain where a missile could pass without doing any major damage.”
Pretty interesting story with an awkward word-choice by “Dr Patrick Pritchard, an assistant professor of surgery at the University of Alabama-Birmingham[.]“
I think we all know someone that this fits perfectly, though.
I know quite a few.
You can stretch the truth
And patience wears you so thin
It’s just as easy to see through
Your high self opinionI know I might be wrong
But I’m sick of pretending
I’ve listened to you too long
And nothing’s ever mended
–”Renovation” by Helmet
Jill: But… but those were his men.
Harmonica: Yeah.
Jill: And they tried to kill him.
Harmonica: They must’ve found someone who pays better.
Jill: And you… You saved his life!
Harmonica: I didn’t let them kill him, and that’s not the same thing.
Claudia Cardinale and Charles Bronson in the greatest movie ever made
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Henry Gibson: Although, so far there’s no known treatment for death’s crippling effects, still everyone can acquaint himself with the three early warning signs of death: one, rigor mortis; two, a rotting smell; three, occasional drowsiness.
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“The baby rises to its feet, takes a step, is overcome with triumph and joy – and falls flat on its face. It is a pattern for all that is to come! But learn from the bewildered baby. Lurch to your feet again. You’ll make the sofa in the end.”
— Pam Brown
When wandering through the “underground?-huh? what?” I run across Justin Hyde’s work occasionally. We’ve appeared in some of the same places here and there. His poem: “at my first poetry reading” in the January issue of Zygote in my coffee is fucking great. Check it/them out. I’d post a quote, but it’s kinda short and hard (TWSS). Plus, I don’t want to jump any ethics with this pub–they’re pretty f’ing cool.
Anyway–a link.
http://www.zygoteinmycoffee.com/100s/issue112atmyfirstpoetry.html
Bruce Wayne: You’re vigilantes.
Henri Ducard: No, no, no. A vigilante is just a man lost in the scramble for his own gratification. He can be destroyed, or locked up. But if you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can’t stop you, then you become something else entirely.
Bruce Wayne: Which is?
Henri Ducard: A legend, Mr. Wayne.
Christian Bale and Liam Neeson in Batman Begins (2005)
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I am the coming of a new age
Stained we still stand tall
I am the coming of a new age
And I will never fall
I bear the questions of a new time
Seen but never heard
I’ve seen the comings of a new time, get ready…
‘Cause here it comes
–from S.Y.L. by SYL
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