Welcome back Ryan!
without people, you ‘re nothing
I hurt myself todayTo see if I still feelI focus on the painThe only thing that’s realThe needle tears a holeThe old familiar stingTry to kill it all awayBut I remember everything
What have I becomeMy sweetest friendEveryone I knowgoes awayIn the endAnd you could have it allMy empire of dirtI will let you downI will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thornsUpon my liar’s chairFull of broken thoughtsI cannot repairBeneath the stains of timeThe feelings disappears
You are someone elseI am still right here
If I could start againA million miles awayI would keep myselfI would find a way
Lyrics: Trent Reznor
A piece of artwork
by Sebastien Nikolaou
Α piece of artwork.
James Ford is a genius.
Artwork by Vassilis Dellis
I walk along these streets until I Have you in my arms Now that you’re gone in my heart so wild and blue And if I had the chance, I’d never let you go. And doll if you haven’t called back, I’m begging you please True Blue, baby True Blue, for you, forever and nowNo matter how far the distancesI just want you to know that my heart will always be true true bluefor youtrue bluetrue bluetrue bluetrue blue (for you babe)
Photo credit: Chris Kissadjekian for #plissken2014
Cumbia [ˈkumbja] is a music genre popular throughout Latin America. The Cumbia originated in Colombia’s Caribbean coastal region and Panama, from the musical and cultural fusion of Native Colombians and Panamanians, slaves brought from Africa, and the Spanish during colonial times in the old country of Pocabuy, which is located in Colombia’s Momposina Depression and in the northeast of Panama, in the ancient palenques of the Congo nation.
Cumbia began as a courtship dance practiced among the African population, which was later mixed with Amerindian steps and European and African instruments and musical characteristics. Cumbia is very popular in the Andean region and the Southern Cone, and is for example more popular than the salsa in many parts of these regions.
But, see the morning sun, the morning sun, On the hillside. If you’re not living good, travel wide, You gotta travel wide. Said I’m a living man, I’ve got work to do. If you’re not happy, then you must be blue, Must be blue, people say.
”Everyone wants the same goddamn thing: to have our children, eat, procreate, draw a painting, make some art, listen to music, fuck some more, have another baby, eat, work, eat, work, love, love, love, everyone’s the fucking same! So why are people at war? Stop the fucking shit, now! Now! Now! We don’t want to give them our money. We don’t want to give them our taxes to drop bombs on children! Now! No more! Now!”
Just a sketch
No Words / No Thoughts #wpf14
How the trip never stopsOn and on, it’s beyond insaneWhy I set myself upIn a raging sea of flames?You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdownMadness, chaos in the brainLet my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, maneYou got no business questioning a thangNever not in it leanin so hard you’re ashamedYou can’t dismiss this sick transmission huffs your brainExhale your will and forget I ever knew youFuck do you doFuck a man wit hips for huluRack a snitch chalk and cue youCorner pocket consume youToo many hoes in myToo many hoes in my motherfuckin’ mealAsking if I know how a motherfucker feelsHow a motherfucker feelsSlit them choke flip them boatDead bitch float swollen corpseNo remorse navigated off courseOf course I can make you scream but if you ask for moreBullshit matador grab the floor whip it cracked to all foursYou whimper while I check my phoneWho’s next, assassin roamMusic drifts I have no homeChoose this life you’re on your ownSwallowed way too muchCouldn’t handle it I fellDown a spiral stair case winding to hellFuck it now I can’t quit will never be the sameI got that attitude you got no thangI’m fit ta hurt you gives a fuck about the way I move weightDark matter flu state of consciousnessBlew straight through you won’t do shitBut beg me to do thisAgain and again and again and againStrangler clutch sine wave deconstructMy way or no way bangin hey makin lustLucid nut shake shake it upBooyakahYou’re a bitch made to be crushedCame like what now you crave my touchFlat busted on front street cake cuppinSay you wasn’t lion maneI done been done with tameHead hunter fuck the fameSwitch lanin ripper slanginHit me nuclear wind at my backSmokin goldfish at the photo matLoad my clap clap can’t trustem never didWhat it is
photo by Thodoris Markou / live at plissken festival 2013
Anton Coene took some great pictures of raketkanon while they were in Greece which you can watch here