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5:40 pm • 24 May 2012

In three different cities, in two different states, I have found Ace of Spades playing cards in places that I’ve been walking. No other cards, just the Ace of Spades. What the hell does this mean? Am I just being a neurotic and reading too much into it? It is the death card, and the highest card in the deck… I’m just weirded out.

8:47 am • 24 May 2012

YOU GUYS, IS PBR STILL COOL? (or is it just the best tasting cheap domestic?)

8:27 am • 24 May 2012

I’m going over the stars.

7:51 am • 24 May 2012

“Well last time we talked you were slitting your wrists. But I’m still convinced we’re gonna get hitched. If only we could learn to forgive and forget.”

7:20 am • 24 May 2012

I first laid eyes on June Carter when I was 18, on a Dyess High School senior class trip to the Grand Ole Opry. I’d liked what I heard of her on the radio, and I really liked what I saw of her from the balcony at the Ryman Auditorium. She was great. She was gorgeous. She was a star. I was smitten, seriously so. The next time I saw her was 6 years later, again at the Opry, but this time backstage because by then I was a performer too. I walked over to her and came right out with it: “You and I are going to get married someday.” June is formidable; she’s my solid rock. She’s my spark plug. When there are people to talk to and my shyness is welling up, she holds my hand. June always sees that I’ve got the right thing to eat, if I’ll agree to eat it. She likes the same kind of movies I do, and the same kind of TV shows. She’s got charm, she’s got brains, she’s got style, she’s got class. She’s silver, she’s gold, she’s got jewelry, she’s got furniture, she’s got china….she’s got a black belt in shopping. She’s a vital performer, and it’s vital for me to have her on my concerts. I just don’t want to travel if she can’t come with me. She almost always does. She’s my life’s companion, and she’s a sweet companion. She and I have become so very close, so intimate. Whenever I face a professional decision, I always put it to her because I know she’ll be both objective and honest. She’s never judgmental. She’s become everything that wife should be, in my mind. We sleep together, we pray together, we travel together, we work together, and we’ve both found our particular place where we totally belong in every avenue of endeavor. —Johnny Cash, From “Cash: The Autobiography”

I first laid eyes on June Carter when I was 18, on a Dyess High School senior class trip to the Grand Ole Opry. I’d liked what I heard of her on the radio, and I really liked what I saw of her from the balcony at the Ryman Auditorium. She was great. She was gorgeous. She was a star. I was smitten, seriously so. The next time I saw her was 6 years later, again at the Opry, but this time backstage because by then I was a performer too. I walked over to her and came right out with it: “You and I are going to get married someday.” June is formidable; she’s my solid rock. She’s my spark plug. When there are people to talk to and my shyness is welling up, she holds my hand. June always sees that I’ve got the right thing to eat, if I’ll agree to eat it. She likes the same kind of movies I do, and the same kind of TV shows. She’s got charm, she’s got brains, she’s got style, she’s got class. She’s silver, she’s gold, she’s got jewelry, she’s got furniture, she’s got china….she’s got a black belt in shopping. She’s a vital performer, and it’s vital for me to have her on my concerts. I just don’t want to travel if she can’t come with me. She almost always does. She’s my life’s companion, and she’s a sweet companion. She and I have become so very close, so intimate. Whenever I face a professional decision, I always put it to her because I know she’ll be both objective and honest. She’s never judgmental. She’s become everything that wife should be, in my mind. We sleep together, we pray together, we travel together, we work together, and we’ve both found our particular place where we totally belong in every avenue of endeavor. —Johnny Cash, From “Cash: The Autobiography”

(Source: mattybing1025, via ecstasy-kisses)

2:37 am • 18 May 2012

“Mass culture is a machine for showing desire: here is what must interest you, it says, as if it guessed that men are incapable of finding what to desire by themselves.”

— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse (via consistentcontradiction)

Love Barthes.

7:25 pm • 16 May 2012

“Same damn time, same fucking place. Everything around here is awful. Something isn’t right here but I can’t put my finger on it.”

7:22 pm • 16 May 2012

Oh MY GOD

LIQUID SWORDS LIVE AT BONNAROO. I WILL SUCK YOUR DICK FOR A TICKET. PLEASE PLEaSE PleAsE!

3:44 am • 16 May 2012

I need psychedelics to come into my life

post-haste. I’ve been meditating and cleansing and reading, and now I would like some medicine to enhance it.

2:43 am • 16 May 2012