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Brian Jones Presents: The Pipes of Pan at Jajouka

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone 

and they put a mind 
in there and 
sometimes a soul, 
and the women break 
vases against the walls 
and the men drink too 
much 
and nobody finds the 
one 
but keep 
looking 
crawling in and out 
of beds. 
flesh covers 
the bone and the 
flesh searches 
for more than 
flesh. 

there’s no chance 
at all: 
we are all trapped 
by a singular 
fate. 

nobody ever finds 
the one. 

the city dumps fill 
the junkyards fill 
the madhouses fill 
the hospitals fill 
the graveyards fill 

nothing else 
fills. 

Barack Obama Singing “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea

(Source: cannotunsee)

Never trust anyone who doesn’t smoke pot or listen to Dylan. Never trust anyone who doesn’t like the beach. Never, EVER, EVER trust anyone who says they don’t like dogs! You meet someone who doesn’t like dogs you alert the authorities IMMEDIATELY and you sure as SHIT don’t MARRY THEM!

—The Wackness

…When you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, “God rests in reason.” And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, “God moves in passion.”

—Khalil Gibran