Dirt Vol.3, by Prof.Logik

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we don’t take kindly to threats

photocred: Lukas Hodge

midnightkids:

12:00am CST, UTC-6 ///
Eli Colburn - “Error” (Stream/Download)

New single off an upcoming split cassette by Eli Colburn and *hitmayng.

Upd8 mah d8 w/ wizzbiff (at The Velo Fellow)

theimmaculatearchive:

No Wavers

No New York

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Just released an outtake from my upcoming split tape with the artist formerly known as *hitmayng! Check it out!

featuring artwork by Nick Torres!

newlists:

  1. The car’s on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel. 
  2. The sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides.
  3. A dark wind blows.
  4. The government is corrupt.
  5. We’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn.
  6. We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. 
  7. The sun has fallen down.
  8. The billboards are all leering.
  9. The flags are all dead at the top of their poles.
  10. It went like this: the buildings crumbled in on themselves.
  11. Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair.
  12. The skyline was beautiful on fire.
  13. Twisted metal stretching upwards.
  14. Everything washed in a thin orange haze.
  15. I said, “kiss me, you’re beautiful.” 
  16. "These are truly the last days." 
  17. You grabbed my hand.
  18. We fell into it.
  19. Like a daydream.
  20. Or a fever. 
  21. The car’s on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel. 
  22. The sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides.
  23. A dark wind blows.
  24. The government is corrupt.
  25. We’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn.
  26. We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. 
  27. The sun has fallen down.
  28. The billboards are all leering.
  29. The flags are all dead at the top of their poles.
  30. It went like this: the buildings crumbled in on themselves.
  31. Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair.
  32. The skyline was beautiful on fire.
  33. Twisted metal stretching upwards.
  34. Everything washed in a thin orange haze.
  35. I said, “kiss me, you’re beautiful.” 
  36. "These are truly the last days." 
  37. You grabbed my hand.
  38. We fell into it.
  39. Like a daydream.
  40. Or a fever. 

the dead flag blues

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paintdeath:

Islands by Brendan Monroe

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