Posts by Dennis Hall41

The underside of lightning
With unrest and galaxies swirling above us
While those crimson work mornings still glow
And the nights grow harsh
Teeth resting in a glass

Ice blue silver sky
A poem or song lyric
To a grey hope that oh yearns
To be
Starless and bible black

Written, composed, arranged, played, and produced by the artist.

Happy birthday, Grandpa Simpson.

Hands down one of the most legendary debut openings ever recorded.

RM

11:11, 11.11.

A new day is finally here

This one from Third World is probably my favorite Haustov's track ever—just such a gem, totally drenched in that spacey, atmospheric vibe. I’ve actually had it on loop three times in a row today, which—honestly—is pretty rare for me.

I feel her right behind me
A massive ship looms ahead
And children who live forever
And the sinking sun

Then her hand brushes my shoulder
The harbor noise fades away
I see the flame in her eye
And everything goes quiet
Like when a machine grinds to a halt

Some guys from the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith showed up at Pope Francis's place to dig around and archive some stuff about him.

They ask him:
"Francis, are you a Jesuit?"
"What?! If I am, my canary is gonna lose its feathers!"

So they head over to Francis's office for a cigar and a glass of port—only to find his canary in there, plucking its own feathers and desperately muttering, "I don't give a damn about feathers, I don't give a damn about feathers..."

Two guys are chilling in a room.
The phone rings in the next room, so one of them goes to answer it—handles the call, comes back, and finds the walls absolutely covered in cum.
"Damn, baby, what happened while I was gone?"
"Mickey, don't be mad, I just let one rip."

The night that cowboy from Boston absolutely tore up Radio City Music Hall:

"It's turned on already..."

The centerpiece of this masterpiece:

When you're riding synthetic highs—go ahead and respect the greenery:

Blonde walks up to an old guy in San Francisco:
"Excuse me, sir, what time is it?"
"It's 10:47 PM, ma'am."
"Well, now, eight hundred..."

A woman walks into her doctor's office:
"Doc, I've got something in my eye."
So the doctor comes over—and ends up tearing up right along with her.

quietbison86 said:Today was one of those total nothing days—just drifted out for a walk since the weather was actually decent. > threw on some > which I've heard a million times, but somehow it hit totally different today. Just walking toward the lake, vibing out to these massive, cinematic scenes in my head:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6DH...l=kkkooommmuuu

Also, can't forget this absolute noise-pop-rock masterpiece from the 2000s: