Down - Jay Sean ft. Lil’ Wayne.
I hate songs like this. But only because they get stuck in my head when I’m on too much adderall to sleep and can’t stop drinking energy drinks.
WHAT.
I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.
— Malachi Constant/Unk, Sirens of Titan
Once upon a time on Tralfamadore there were creatures who weren’t anything like machines. They weren’t dependable. They weren’t efficient. They weren’t predictable. They weren’t durable. And these poor creatures were obsessed by the idea that everything that existed had to have a purpose, and that some purposes were higher than others.
These creatures spent most of their time trying to find out what their purpose was. And every time they found out what seemed to be a purpose of themselves, the purpose seemed so low that the creatures were filled with disgust and shame.
And, rather than serve such a low purpose, the creatures would make a machine to serve it. This left the creatures free to serve higher purposes. But whenever they found a higher purpose, the purpose still wasn’t high enough.
So machines were made to serve higher purposes, too.
And the machines did everything so expertly that they were finally given the job of finding out what the highest purpose of the creatures could be.
The machines reported in all honesty that the creatures couldn’t really be said to have any purpose at all.
The creatures thereupon began slaying each other, because they hated purposeless things above all else.
And they discovered that they weren’t even very good at slaying. So they turned that job over to machines, too. And the machines finished up the job in less time than it takes so say “Trafalmadore”.
Blue contacts is a good look for the Gaga I think.
I’ll Fly With You - Gigi D’Agostino
This is unbelievable. Click through and play all of them at once.
Hemingway has his classic moment in “The Sun Also Rises” when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt. All he can say is, “Gradually, then suddenly.” That’s how depression hits. You wake up one morning, afraid that you’re gonna live.
— Prozac Nation
