kubrick’s space odyssey works so well with the words and music of this song.

beautiful.

Congress’ approval rating has fallen to an abysmal 9% - to put this in perspective, herpes is now slightly more popular than Congress.

Dean Obeidallah, CNN (via maxistentialist)

Mitt Romney for Prez!

When shall we meet again? When will the earthy taste of your lips come again to brush the anxiety of my mind? Will all our sensations remain forever intellectual, and will not our dreams succeed in igniting one soul whose feeling will help us to die? What is this death in which we are forever alone, in which love does not show us the way?

Antonin Artaud, Art and Death. (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

ewilcox:

thedailywhat:

Postage Paid Protest of the Day: YouTuber ransackedroom — a San Francisco-based “poet, editor, and marketer” — has come up with a rather ingenious way ordinary people can support the Occupy Wall Street movement without ever leaving their homes.

It involves taking the business reply mail envelope that comes with most unsolicited credit card offers, and sending it back to the banks with a message inside that ransacked hopes will help open “a dialogue.” 

He says: 

This isn’t really about running up the postage bill on the big banks, although that’s a nice side effect. The real effect of this is to force banks to react to us.

If they start getting hundreds and thousands of weird responses to their credit card applications, well they’re going to have to have meetings. They going to have to develop new procedures and every hour banks spend reacting to us is an hour banks don’t spend lobbying Congress on how to screw us.  It’s an hour banks don’t spend foreclosing on our houses.

So I think that that’s progress.

YouTube Comment of Note: “This supports the United States Postal Service also, maybe keeping several thousand postal workers out of the unemployment line. Good idea.”

[thanks mike!]

I love this. 

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the nudnik ghoul (for the prom wedding/gross out make up splatter) (on his shirt) (ce vera que pasa ce?)

There is much to be said for contentment and painlessness, for these bearable and submissive days, on which neither pain nor pleasure is audible, but pass by whispering and on tip-toe. But the worst of it is that it is just this contentment that I cannot endure. After a short time it fills me with irrepressible hatred and nausea. In desperation I have to escape and throw myself on the road to pleasure, or, if that cannot be, on the road to pain.

For what I always hated and detested and cursed above all things was this contentment, this healthiness and comfort, this carefully preserved optimism of the middle classes, this fat and prosperous brood of mediocracy.

Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf (via greatrelease)