September 2010
58 posts
Cactus
Pixies
This song on repeat as I sat on the beach and ate flautas, sweat dripping down my back, salt in the wounds, and a grin on my face. I love Mondays more than any other day, but especially when they’re spent alone.
The Gloaming. (Softly Open Our Mouths In The Cold.)
Radiohead
when the walls bend
when the walls bend
Party In My Tummy
Yo Gabba Gabba
This song in my head all day. Yo Gabba Gabba gives me serious baby fever.
Hybrid Panthers Helping Rare Cat Rebound in Florida →
news.nationalgeographic.com
“It stands to reason that where there’s sacrifice, there’s someone collecting sacrificial offerings. Where there’s service, there’s someone being served. The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.”
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