Man sleeping on subway
As he set foot on O’Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the parapet. Brewery barge with export stout. England. Sea air sours it, I heard. Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see the brewery. Regular world in itself. Vats of porter wonderful. Rats get in too. Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating. Dead drunk on the porter. Drink till they puke again like Christians. Imagine drinking that! Rats: vats. Well, of course, if we knew all the things.
Ulysses
-James Joyce
“I was waiting for you”
Creepiest bathroom art ever
I use an app that collects the word of the day from various websites. This is today’s word of the day from urban dictionary.
His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there with his augur’s rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea, unbeheld, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars.I throw this ended shadow from me, manshape ineluctable, call it back. Endless, would it be mine, form of my form? Who watches me here? Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field.
Ulysses
James Joyce
This iPhone drawing app is a procrastinators dream
iPhone art
So i recorded a new song and made a video of it yesterday. Its actually an older song I came across and wanted to record again. Its called “Let You Go”.
Sporting some tumblr-ware and hipster filters
