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Aubade (P.L)

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what's really always there: Unresting death, a whole day nearer now, Making all thought impossible but how And where and when I shall myself die. Arid interrogation: yet the dread Of dying, and being dead, Flashes afresh to hold and horrify. The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse - The good not done, the love not given, time Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because An only life can take so long to climb Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never; But at the total emptiness for ever, The sure extinction that we travel to And shall be lost in always. Not to be here, Not to be anywhere, And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true. This is a special way of being afraid No trick dispels. Religion used to try, That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade Created to pretend we never die, And specious stuff that says No rational being Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing That this is what we fear - no sight, no sound, No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with, Nothing to love or link with, The anasthetic from which none come round. And so it stays just on the edge of vision, A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill That slows each impulse down to indecision. Most things may never happen: this one will, And realisation of it rages out In furnace-fear when we are caught without People or drink. Courage is no good: It means not scaring others. Being brave Lets no one off the grave. Death is no different whined at than withstood. Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape. It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know, Have always known, know that we can't escape, Yet can't accept. One side will have to go. Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring Intricate rented world begins to rouse. The sky is white as clay, with no sun. Work has to be done. Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

Excellent excellent excellent.

Just wonderful. I enjoy that he left his shirt on earth. 

More Adventures of James Vega, Cool Bro and Space Marine

OK that’s really it for these. I’m glad people liked the first set so much. :] I’ve been doing lots of silly Mass Effect stuff lately. I’m sure I’ll draw more later, Shepard

This is how I feel when I come and sit on my smug throne. We can all relate.

Old, pre-Amnesiac version of Pakt Like Sardines. Bloody lovely, always wanted the song to have a bit more drive to it, love the crazy shimmering scuzz guitar on top. Mm.

As a boy I was a hermit crab, but I soon came out of my shell. Now I am a pincer crab, and soon I will be at my full power as a deadly nuclear lobster.

Thom Yorke (via thomyorkesays)

AND ANOTHER

I wear lampshades on my head and stand in people’s living rooms. They’re like ‘Billy can you go turn on the light?’ and I whisper ‘you mean turn on the thom yorke’ *chortle*

Thom Yorke (via thomyorkesays)

This website. It is genius. 

This song is dragging me through the first 200 words of my essays. Ugh.

Roll on summer. 

Happy cows make me happy in the face of stressful times.

Buahaha, these are just magic. Love them.

Ah Brooker. Making sure of all my niggling doubts, one at a time. 

Well that's a relief.

Ace song, not an entirely familiar setting. Mr Dessner needs to polish up his guitar part evidently. 

Starting the morning with this, my oh my. Stirs something in the soul.

Oh my, how exciting. 

Damon rapping! James singing whispily!

Andrew doing both of those better! 

Hur.