i've made the argument, in some semi-casual conversations, that every time you talk, eat, sleep, or have sex you are arguably trying to influence the future narrative of the world. it's in our glands, so to speak. we're storytellers and storylisteners and storychangers and builders of universes made up only of words that we spit out and hope they'll last long after our bones do. and i know, at least in my universe, that my best story i have left to build.

marvin gaye - if i could build my whole world around you

(via negrophonic)

this thing happened where i found my friends band from college on my little sister's computer. little does little sister know that i am the sole catalyst to this one guy's success in life. except now he has neck tattoos and carries HUGE boxes of liquor home from the state liquor store on 4th. success is all relative i suppose.

oh hot mike...

the player piano - sudden left

there's gonna be an earthquake...WOOOOO...if you dont straighten up boy!

this is the only song i've been listening to for the past week.

black velvet - an earthquakes coming

hoon asked me about soul today and i can't say i know too much. i can say though i know this much. thanks for reminding me to post this.

sam cooke - bring it on home to me (live)

this because the beginning is a ticking clock and i've reason.

akron/family - river

ghostface killah - whip you with a strap

yeah yeah, i know. old news. but this is antarctica, not the cutting edge.

oh deary me. i knew i'd regret it. (this isn't about you)

sonic youth - dirty boots