I saw two movies recently. Last night I watched a Serbian film called A Serbian Film. It's my new favorite movie. It has a great soundtrack, too.
Today I watched a movie called John Dies at the End. It was how I imagine doing acid would be like. Which is kind of relevant, since I checked out the Silk Road a couple days ago and found some cheap drugs. Now I want to do acid.
In the summer, the weed will ascend through the air, drifting in the comfort of the breezes that puncture the heat.
To avoid wilting, dig through the basic soil and lift the vegetation. Separate the roots and hold the leaves in the heat of the sun. As the acid pours from a cloudless sky, allow the plant to metamorphose and play with imaginary letters in a disillusioned Heaven.
As the music stops, pull the television chord and allow the Earth to choke to death.
The needles and discs of PVC were the harbingers of transcendence.
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Well, I'm no longer a /mu/tant. People are going to be calling me a /mu/slim now.
Anyway, I went to the record store again last Saturday and got Yanqui U.X.O. by Godspeed You! Black Emperor, The Glow Pt. 2 by The Microphones, the Andrew Jackson Jihad/O Pioneers!!! split, and the collector's edition of Until the Quiet Comes by Flying Lotus.
I don't think I've written about this, but I got two records at this awesome store in Cambridge, Massachusetts: Coexist: Deluxe Version by the xx and F#A#∞ by Godspeed You! Black Emperor, which is by far the coolest record I have ever seen. It was less than $20 and it came with more stuff than any other record I know of, at least for the price. They are the best band to get on vinyl (followed closely by Neutral Milk Hotel).
Also, I'm going with a friend to see Animal Collective in concert in June, so fuck yeah.
Onto the most recent event:
I've discovered my new favorite visual artist! He's called David Burdeny, and these are some great examples of his work:
I meant to post this a while ago, but I was distracted by things that will become obvious in the entry itself.
Sometimes I think, "hey, maybe I'd like to have a family when I'm old; I hear great things about them." Then I remember that families include other people who I have to actually care about, and that's something I want to get away from, since I have so much of that right now. Nope. I want to die alone. Maybe with a romantic partner or something. Not planning on marriage, either, so that isn't a definite. (And I'm planning on killing myself before I get old. I don't want to die of natural causes, so I'm planning on one day going skydiving and not pulling the parachute.)
I've been working along the /mu/ essential dark ambient list:
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1E, Deep_Frieze by SleepResearch_Facility, is one of the deepest collections of music I have heard in my life. I highly recommend you all engage in this journey as I have begun to. It is going to be a very interesting one for me.
I spent hours very thoroughly scrutinizing the lyrics to this Animal Collective song:
And this what I accomplished today:
Well, first of all I'll start off by saying that I ordered Burzum's Umskiptar limited edition vinyl. I feel good knowing I gave $40 to a murderer/church arsonist. (And yes, the money is going to him, not the label, because he owns the label it was released under.) It's a very interesting recitation of the Old Norse poem, Völuspá. The beginning and end are very ambient and atmospheric, perfectly setting the dramatic mood of creation (in the introduction) and destruction (in the last two songs, about Ragnarök).
Here's the link to the bill:
Here's an article that takes out all of the Republican sugarcoating:
Fortunately, I already made a video of my response to this, so I don't have to write as much here.
I was originally going to post this as a reply to Radiosilence's journal, but there was so much to write about myself that I decided to just post it as its own journal to avoid cluttering her comment area, and to write the more relevant stuff as the reply. So here is "Untitled Journal Entry #1":
I want real friends. People I can actually talk to. Not the shitty pseudo-friends who I talk to at school because I'm too antisocial to talk to anyone else. Why do I just now feel this way? I never get lonely.
And look at this:
It's things like this that make me feel even lonelier, even when I'm perfectly happy. I hate this.