I don’t know how to put this the better way.

I broke my heart in two and give the bigger part to you. And swore to you that no matter what you do with it, with this piece I got left, I’ll always love you.

And they say that love – that’s really love – could never fail. But fail, it did.

Now, wondering how did I fail you. Trying to always be by your side, no matter how much it hurts me. And once again I fail as a man. So I walked away. I put my smile and try to make it work. Pretend not to care. Pretend that everything is better now. But I still sing sad songs with red eyes.

And when getting angry doesn’t solve anything, I laugh instead. But all the laughter were all laughing back at me. They laugh at the way I scream your name in the middle of the night. they laugh at my songs. At how I become so weak.

They say time heals. And little by little, you fade and I started to live my life. I thought. But how, when so many buildings, so many cars, roads, and for fuck’s sake, just how the fuck every light, every scent, every fuckin song I like remind me on how many things in my previous live vanish into thin air?

how can I forget you when even with my eyes closed, I can still feel you?

Do you miss me? Do you even think of me? Do you laugh the way you used to be? Do you remember? The day you will laugh happily to all the jokes I say? The first day I hugged you? Do you remember our promises? That you will regret your whole life by breaking it? The funny thing is that I kept my promise. But I’m the one kneeling, raising my hand to the heavens above, with resentment in my eyes.

So, what if I never hold you near, or kiss your lips again?

Now, that I’ve lost you, it kills me to say, I tried to hold on as you slowly slip away. I’ve lost the fight. I treated you so wrong. So for all the things we’ve got left, let me make it right.

To tell you now, all I can say that I won’t expect anything from anyone from now on. I will not take anything for granted. I will live my life. Try as hard as I can not to hurt anyone. If I could change, I would. Not for you or anyone else. But for me. With you, all my hopes and dreams are broken. but hopes and dreams was not made of sand. It was made of life, so it will grow. As my skin turns yellow. I forget this hell. As the skies are bruised, and the rain comes down. As my face turns pale. Try to deal with these thoughts.

At the end of it all, I still miss you

Am I the only one who get erection seeing tinkerbell the first time?

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Fox News got pwnd!

Just for the record, this is indeed true… Fairly recently, I reached out to the guys to try and make amends and offered to reconcile for the sake of having peace back in our lives (plus I know how much it meant to alot of the fans.) I figured it was still possible to try and save us because they hadn’t made any announcements yet or begun any public activity with another drummer but sadly, they declined my offer (well, actually their lawyer did…they didn’t even tell me themselves.)

Sorry gang, I honestly gave it my all… So now the fans on my twitter and facebook can please stop asking me to go back to DT. I tried, and the door is now shut, the ball is now in their court, not mine.

PS – I’m not crying or looking for mercy by posting this. I am merely trying to set the record straight as that is always the most important thing about my relationship with you guys. no BS, no spins, nothing to hide and for better or for worse, I tell it like it is.

I’ve also recently seen some people accuse my online activity of “looking for attention or media coverage” or “looking for sympathy”, but it’s honestly none of the above. I merely value having an open and active communication with my fans, always have, always will. It is the cornerstone of everything I’ve done since day #1 with DT.

This was posted here FOR YOU GUYS to know about here on MY message board on MY website. If it ends up on Blabbermouth or some other website that chooses to sensationalize it, that is THEIR doing. I did not send it out or create a “press release”. I am merely responding on a thread on my own Forum.

Anyways, onward and upward.

Mike Portnoy

Perahu negeriku, perahu bangsaku
Jangan retak dindingmu
Semangat rakyatku, derap kaki tekadmu
Jangan terantuk batu

Tanah pertiwi anugerah ilahi
Jangan ambil sendiri
Tanah pertiwi anugerah ilahi
Jangan makan sendiri

R.I.P Franky Sahilatua (1953-2011)

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le epic answer

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le epic question

When i’m unemployed, all day is only about designing, browsing, and listening to the music I like. Now that i get a job… all day is only about designing, browsing, and listening to the music I like… with better computer.

~ Me

“Bye bye, Blackbird”

I ignore text messages. I let the phone ring. I log off all chats. I stop tweet. It’s nothing personal, really. I’m just sick of pretending that I’m okay.

Sorry

I just need some time to be alone. Just to make sure I still can make it on my own. I’ll just play dead for a little while. If you’re reading this it’s probably too late. Just, I wonder how long it takes for you all to forget my name. I’m sorry to leave you all like this. I’m sorry.

taken with my phone camera. an amazing sunset behind Passer Baroe, Jl. Gunung Sahari, Jakarta.

Play some rock
Play some rock
Please don’t stop
Coming home
Coming home

Liquido

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A video tribute to Cobain by Jared Letto.

“I heard today was the day Kurt passed away 17 years ago. Can’t believe it’s been that long. So grateful for his contribution and inspiration. Not sure I’d be doing this if it weren’t for him. He gave us all permission to create no matter what our skill set and reminded me that dreams are possible. Thanks for that. This made me recall a short piece of film I shot when I heard they were making a film celebrating his life. I made it to explore the character and explore creative possibilities. I never sent it to the studio or to anyone but thought I’d share it now…”

~ Jared Letto

taken from http://jaredleto.com/thisiswhoireallyam


a childhood dream came true. true.

I saw Hades and offered him to trade a wish for my soul. He hushed me away after telling me I can’t sell something that wasn’t mine.

Bowie and Lennon, a ten minutes story.

 

 

I was back in New York a couple of months later in Soho, downtown, and a voice pipes up in my ear, “Are you David Bowie?” And I said, “No, but I wish I had his money.”

“You lying bastard. You wish you had my money.” It was John Lennon.



Read these on 9gag and thought it will look nice on this blog. But then I wonder is that even real? so I google this shit out, and find these interesting copy of David Bowies’s Speech in Berklee College of Music’s Class of 1999, delivered May 8, 1999, at the Hynes Convention Center, Boston. a very interesting topic, but to get you to the point is that here is how the story goes:




Towards the end of the 70s, a group of us (Bowie and Lennon) went off to Hong Kong on a holiday and John was in, sort of, house-husband mode and wanted to show Sean the world. And during one of our expeditions on the back streets a kid comes running up to him and says, “Are you John Lennon?” And he said, “No but I wish I had his money.” Which I promptly stole for myself.

[imitating a fan] “Are you David Bowie?”

No, but I wish I had his money.

It’s brilliant. It was such a wonderful thing to say. The kid said, “Oh, sorry. Of course you aren’t,” and ran off. I thought, “This is the most effective device I’ve heard.”

I was back in New York a couple of months later in Soho, downtown, and a voice pipes up in my ear, “Are you David Bowie?” And I said, “No, but I wish I had his money.”

“You lying bastard. You wish you had my money.” It was John Lennon.

read the whole article  here

My mother said to me, ‘If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.’ Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.

Pablo Picasso

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I have a beautiful mind. It’s just too bad my head isn’t transparent"


Pejabat memang anjing

Captain Vino of Lion Air

Tapi

oleh Sutardji Calzoem Bachri, teruntuk Najwa Shihab

Aku bawakan bunga padamu

tapi kau bilang masih

Aku bawakan resahku padamu

tapi kau bilang hanya

Aku bawakan darahku padamu

tapi kau bilang cuma

Aku bawakan mimpiku padamu

tapi kau bilang meski

Aku bawakan dukaku padamu

tapi kau bilang tapi

Aku bawakan mayatku padamu

tapi kau bilang hampir

Aku bawakan arwahku padamu

tapi kau bilang kalau

Tanpa apa aku datang padamu

Wah !

Arkham’s Asylum, Gotham City

Harvey Dent a.k.a Two Face is now getting his therapy. Doctors said that his biggest problem is his dual personality. Affecting his decisions of making actions. His decisions always refer to his coin, which used to have same picture on both sides. His decisions are usually parted as “bad” and “worse”. So the doctors took away his coin, and give him dice. Now Dent has 6 options instead of two. And the range of the decision now divided by three. As the therapy went for several weeks and Dent started to get comfortable with the six options, the too away the dice and give him a set of cards. Now Dent has 52 options. Right now, Dent needs to deal a card only to decide if he wants to go to the bathroom or not.

 

it’s not the horrification that is wrong. it’s the ignorance.

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Two Tracks

1. You.

2. 70% Diantaranya (70% of them)

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meh

Here we are again. After some fights and some series of unpleasant events, I found myself now in a pretty bad shape. The thoughts of past happy memories keep haunting and leaving me alone in the morning.

It’s hard to wake up, yet it is harder to get back to sleep. Reality feels so unreal and my walls now closing in. I can’t even feel the rain now. The drips are wet and cold, but there’s no thirst-quenching sensation i used to feel. So I try to befriend the sunset. which is up until now, never fail to relieve me. But the work is getting harder. As so my time is getting less and less that sometimes I have to go home without watching it drown into the concrete jungle.

The moon is now a saddening view. The resemblance just won’t go away. So now i’m waiting for something to fall from the sky.

hate you for free

Piganta Lasyid

I left my blue-eyed lady and went with Tony Mercedes to the gambling room
I lost my diamond watch but in the parking lot I took back again

The Felice Brothers – Love Me Tenderly

There’s an Italian painter, named Carlotti, and he defined beauty. He said it was the summation of the parts working together in such a way that nothing needed to be added, taken away or altered

Cris Johnson (Nicolas Cage), NEXT (2007)

Cut Tary for CLARA Magazine cover, March 2011

Photography : Panji Indra
Stylist : Lilian Ng
Makeup and hairdo : Gusnaldi
Wardrobe by Arantxa Adi, Phillip Lim, Jade boutique
Hairpiece by Rinaldi A. Yunardi
Location : Plankton Labs Studio

they said:
“there’s too much caffeine in your blood stream and a lack of real spice in your life”
I said:
“leave me alone because I’m alright, dad. Surprised to still be on my own….”

The Smiths – A Rush and A Push and the Land is Ours

You shut your mouth, how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human, and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

The Smiths – How Soon is Now

Changes

“… How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? …”

When I’m younger, everything was exactly what it looked like. There’s nothing behind a color that one’s wearing, the triangle and the one eye was simply a triangle and an eye. And a smile was only smile; no bitter smile, smug, sarcasm, or else. Even a peace symbol meant exactly what it sounds like.

As I grow up, I started to understand how red means bravery and white represents pureness. Perhaps that was the first nationalism extract that’s indoctrinated to my head. And things started to get more and more complicated. Then suddenly the world is a spinning multi-layered sphere, where the surface is as far as you can go as an ordinary fuck.

Our mind grows as our body does. And our surrounding plays such significant role. It implies on our sets of values, mindsets, goals, ideals, stereotypes, thoughts, social relations, etc. As a child, we know what we think we know. And we know so little. We played with anyone and the only difference between good or bad is simply hurting or not hurting. As we grow up, went to different school, play with different people, we no longer value things like we used to be. That boy who never hit you and always share anything he had with you suddenly changed to a poor, uneducated, old friend. And the boy who always borrowed your toys and never returned it suddenly a somebody that you need to get along with. And this changes of surrounding will continuously drag the way you think and the way you communicate.

Changes happen. And it simply undeniable. Being in a higher social class environment, those who are a few level below can suddenly turn from bricks to rubble. Your old friends will not as dun as they used to be, and suddenly your boy/girlfriend is not wealthy, handsome, famous enough for you. Having fun is highly addictive. Once you pop, you can’t stop. And it also implies for those who experiencing a degradation. Suddenly all that you’ve been wasted become treasure. Your friends’re leaving you because you’re now a no fun. You’re becoming delusional of your girlfriend cheating behind you with someone wealthier. They say you’ll never know what you’ve got until it’s gone. And guess what, they’re right.

What makes a man “the Man”? Is it where he came from? Is it his skin color? Is it the money? “The measure of a man is not in how he gets knocked down to the mat, it is in how he gets up.” ~ Battling Jack Murdock. It is not the way it starts. It is about how it ends. Friends coming and leaving. It is not their fault choosing to befriend only those who fits their measure. It’s the measure sometimes being wrong. “When you’re up, your friends know who you are. When you’re down, you know who your friends are.” ~Bett Williams

So enjoy what you have now, you’ll never know what tomorrow might bring. All that will be left of you after you die is a slow decay and some fading memories in the minds of your friends. So make sure it’s a good memory, although in time, we will fade away. Change.

Hope you’re enjoying your life at the moment. 🙂

I was an ordinary man with ordinary desires
I watched TV, as it formed me
I was an ordinary man with ordinary desires
There must be accountability
Disparate and misinformed
Fear will keep us all in place

Bloc Party – Hunting For Witches

You’re Moving too Fast. Slow Down.

Today’s work is over. So the room and the computer solely belong to me now, until i have to come home and start over tomorrow. It’s ten to five, the dark side is approaching.

Night after night i spent stargazing, left me away with thought i have to bear in the morning. Perhaps, that reminds me why we once fear the dark. 

See, this calmness that hugged me along as everyone’s leaving. it used to be always there. I don’t know when it went away, now I got this back, I’mma enjoy it for some time. So I plan to go home a little late. I want to see the streets at night. a world I once knew and left behind.I can hear the hustle and bustle from my office, I guess the traffic is fine. 

By this age, I think I know that the world isn’t as simple as it used to be. Although It’s kinda hard to measure since you don’t have the same mind back then when you’re younger. Some friends are now foes. Some are traitors. And the rest are backstabber. The world ain’t fair. We all now it. Even for a brainless punk like me (even if I’m into U2). 

They say boys are from Mars. So we were born to fight. Some fight to propose, some fight to oppose, some just follow, some lose, some get killed. some got lost, and none ever win.

Friendly faces had turned against me. By time, I will have to turn against them either. It’s sad. But the road has been built. And the engine started as our life begin. And it’s only the matter of choice on the crossroads.

Have you ever wonder why some questions have no answer? I think I have. There’s no book thick enough to answer all. Even the bible. “Does anybody really know the secret? What the combination for this life, and why they keep it? It’s kinda sad when you don’t know the meaning, but everything’s happen for a reason” ~Limp Bizkit.

What do we actually want to know? Why? What if you’re actually know the answer, you just don’t realize? What if there actually no answer? Should we be dead to know the answer? But will you die to find the answer?

Joshua Bell, one of the best musician in the world plays one of the most beautiful composition with one of the best violin ever crafted down the subway, and no one realize. over two thousand pedestrian walk in and out the station and only less than one percent give a shit about him or the music he played. But will you?

We’ve been walking too fast. We need to slow down. Life can’t wait, but it’s over when it’s over. If we can’t perceive such beauty, imagine how many other thing that we missed? 

The answer lies on the whispering wind. that’s why all we gotta do is stop, and listen. I’ll try. Will you?

Where the streets have no name, we’re still building then burning down love. Burning down love. And when I go there, I go there with you.

U2 – Whee the Streets Have No Name

Hello Morning Rain, My Old Friend

It’s 10 minutes to 9, means that’s all i got before having to start working. It’s all the bed’s fault. Somehow, it’s much, much, much more comfortable in the morning. So I grab my harmonica and starts playing, just so I know i wasn’t still dreaming. 

two minutes is enough, so I rushed to bathroom fo bladder, but the room’s occupied. so i came back to my room and turne on my computer, only to charge my blackberry. I take a sneak peek to the bathroom, the door is still shut. so I went to terrace to enjoy the rain, one of some activity that I used to enjoy while I was jobless. It always able to take me so far away beyond my mind. Not much different now, except that now I can’t get caught in this activity for too long and my guitar is broken.

But today is a wee bit of exception. The clock tell me that i’m late, and I even hear the bathroom door opened, but I don’t feel like getting to shower immediately. Not in this kind of weather. Rainy morning is my very old est friend. It used to always be there when I need to throw some garbage off my small brain (well you can’t expect it to rain anytime you want, but somehow it always came on the right time) and this time, is so wrong, I’m fifteen minutes away from being late, and my bladder was getting back. So I’ve got to dismiss my small reunion and get back to reality. But only for 5 minutes back then, it told me stories, old time stories. Quite enough to hold my chin up high this morning. 

It’s 5 past 9 now, and my boss hasn’t show up. but I’m quite sure he’ll be right here very soon, so goodbye for now. Have a nice day, everyone. 🙂

You’re into U2, how brainless can you be?

Yola Pravika

just this once. just for now. just like that. it’s over

Dashboard Confessional – Belle of the Boulevard

You can plan a pretty picnic, but you can’t predict the weather

Vines, the – Ms. jackson

skill is dead

Arbouretum Singer: ‘I Didn’t Even Know Muse And 30 Seconds To Mars Existed’

Arbouretum Singer: ‘I Didn’t Even Know Muse And 30 Seconds To Mars Existed’

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story: Me

illustration: Cepe

… So God bless you all for the song you saved us… for the hearts you break every time you moan …

Minerva – Deftones

Derai Derai Cemara

oleh: Chairil Anwar

Cemara menderai sampai jauh
terasa hari akan jadi malam
ada beberapa dahan di tingkap merapuh
dipukul angin yang terpendam

Aku sekarang orangnya bisa tahan
sudah berapa waktu bukan kanak lagi
tapi dulu memang ada suatu bahan
yang bukan dasar perhitungan kini

Hidup hanya menunda kekalahan
tambah terasing dari cinta sekolah rendah
dan tahu, ada yang tetap tidak terucapkan
sebelum pada akhirnya kita menyerah

SINEMATA: SINEMATA #001 Februari 2011

sinemata:

Halo, kawan sekalian, salam jumpa, di bulan Februari ini. Kami dari SINEMATA hadir dengan konten yang sangat februari sekali..nggghmm… ya sangat Februari sekali…sediakan cokelat berbentuk hati untuk asmara dan segulungan tisu untuk nelangsa.

Sebelumnya kami berterima kasih kepada Mas…

SINEMATA: SINEMATA #001 Februari 2011


I know it’s two days late. Well, it took me that long to recover from the shock.

yeah, I know it is two days late

yeah, I know it is two days late

The White Stripes would like to announce that today, February 2nd, 2011, 
their band has officially ended and will make no further new recordings or perform live. 

The reason is not due to artistic differences or lack of wanting to continue, nor any 
health issues as both Meg and Jack are feeling fine and in good health. 

It is for a myriad of reasons, but mostly to preserve What is beautiful and special about 
the band and have it stay that way. 

Meg and Jack want to thank every one of their fans and admirers for the incredible 
support they have given throughout the 13 plus years of the White Stripes’ intense and 
incredible career. 

Third Man Records will continue to put out unreleased live and studio recordings from 
The White Stripes in their Vault Subscription record club, as well as through regular 
channels. 

Both Meg and Jack hope this decision isn’t met with sorrow by their fans but that it is 
seen as a positive move done out of respect for the art and music that the band has 
created. It is also done with the utmost respect to those fans who’ve shared in those 
creations, with their feelings considered greatly. 

With that in mind the band have this to say: 

“The White Stripes do not belong to Meg and Jack anymore. The White Stripes belong 
to you now and you can do with it whatever you want. The beauty of art and music is 
that it can last forever if people want it to. Thank you for sharing this experience. Your 
involvement will never be lost on us and we are truly grateful.” 

Sincerely, 
Meg and Jack White 
The White Stripes

you hate me simply because I’m everything you ever wanted to be, but you can never be

Velvet Revolver and Weiland.

Will Slipknot’s Corey Taylor Front Velvet Revolver?

Will Slipknot’s Corey Taylor Front Velvet Revolver?

Me and My Music

One day, someone asked me about my taste in music. He asked what is my

genre and what scene am i belong to. Then i said “i don’t know”. He then

asked “You’re straight edge, no?”. I said “I am”. Then you’re hardcore? Well,

NO, i don’t think that i’m that related to the scene.

I often being criticized for being less-idealistic about my taste in music. And those

of the anti-mainstream scene keep telling me not to listen to the music in hype. 

I was once very idealistic. I listened to punk rock and denies any other kind of mu-

sic. And there are times i’d become a hater. I hate people who dislike my music, I

hate people who listen to pop songs, moreover, I hate any other bands playing

easy-listening music.

But there always a good music came out off my own scene. And there are times i

have to fight my own taste. It doesn’t feel good, really. And for them who are still

in question, let’s say the music God came to me and put a pair of hearing aid on my

ears.

Now what music are you actually listen to? Now there’s this question i really hate

to be asked about. Not because I don’t know the answer, it’s because i don’t think

such question needs to be answered. And I hate being judged by what i listened

to. Why do you bother telling me to like this or that, when you don’t even want to

know how other music sounds like?

I listened to any kind of music that suites my hearing. I can tell you that i like hard

rock and metal more than others, but there are times when the kinds of music

don’t suite my mood or simply don’t suite the occasion. Then what should I do?

Turn off my stereo? Hell, no.

I like post-rock, experimental, and noise, that it suites me best when i’m in a very,

very bad mood. I listed to pop, britpop, and even emo when i feel like it, especially

when it’s about love situation :D. Hardcore, punk and pure rock in my standard

mood. Grindcore, mathcore, drone for bad traffic day. And country and classic and

jazz when i need to ease my mind. I also listen to hiphop, blues, mellodic and any

other occasionally. Though in some condition it could be different, but basically, I

listen to almost any kind of music. Say that I really love Metallica, can’t I like Mew

and Weezer, too? Or the Felice Brothers when I feel like to? Music is one of the

God’s best gift to humans, but the genres and scenes are man-made. Why being

stubborn and listen to only one kind of music when you can listen to them all?

I really don’t care of people calling me shallow or having no taste and attitude.

Well, it’s unlike I badmouthed someone behind their back or committing crime, isn’t

it? It’s not the “you are in no position to tell me what’s right” line but simply “not

worth arguing”. I pay attention to the scene that is going on, but to judge a

person based only on his/her playlist would be sad, wouldn’t it?

I said I am straight edge. I am proud of saying that I’m a non-smoker, non-

alcoholic, and don’t do drugs. But, if to be straight edge then one’s have to be

hardcore-holic, then I’ll put it away, call me anything you want. Because my pride

is being healthy, not hardcore.

What is your favorite genre? it’s music, nuff said.

Empat Besar Metal Akan Manggung Bersama

Empat Besar Metal Akan Manggung Bersama

the sky is red, and it’s 3.01 AM. The wind is stormy, and the thunder is thunderous.

And here comes the rain, it rains cats and dogs. Never in my life i see the sky so red

in such hour. In the middle of my concentration in reading comics, the tweet notifi-

cation reminds me of the news i read few hours ago; a plastic factory was burned

last night in the hood near me. hohoho, so the cat’s and dogs must’ve been wrapped

in plastic right now.

Anyway, I think it’s gonna be cool, to sit on my terrace and play some music. In fact,

when nobody can listen in such weather, i’m gonna make it real harsh, and real loud.

I think it’s gonna be one hell of an act rocking this rain in such early hours, no? hell yeah.

hell, no. Just my imagination, i can’t play music, don’t even had guitar.

Mastodon: Blood and Thunder

White Whale: I think that someone’s trying to kill me. Infecting my blood and destroying my mind
Barbosa: No man of the flesh could ever stop me. The fight for this fish is a fight to the death
White Whale: WHITE WHALE!
Barbosa: HOLY GRAIL!

Barbosa:What remorseless emperor commands me. I no longer govern my soul.
White Whale: I am completely immersed in darkness. As I turn my body away from the sun

White Whale: WHITE WHALE!
Barbosa: HOLY GRAIL!

White Whale: Split your lungs with blood and thunder, When you see the White Whale. Break your backs and crack your oars men, if you wish to prevail

Barbosa: This ivory leg is what propels me. Harpoons thrust in the sky. Aim directly for his crooked brow and look him straight in the eye.

White Whale: WHITE WHALE!
Barbosa: HOLY GRAIL!

The things that I want by Max Payne. A smoke. A whisky. For the sun to shine. I want to sleep to forget. To change the past. My wife and baby girl back. Unlimited ammo and a license to kill. Right then, more than anything, I wanted her.

The things that I want by Max Payne

Masalah moral, masalah akhlak biar kami cari sendiri. Urus saja moralmu. Urus saja akhlakmu. Peraturan yang sehat yang kami mau.

Iwan Fals

hey, now there’s an owl on  our base!

hey, today is the day my brother died seven years ago. i hope you rested in peace, bro.

here’s to greed

hey,now there’s an owl on our base!

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Sometimes we crash and burn. But if we don’t take the turn, we’ll never know.

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If you’re facing a road with 100 holes, and you’ve already jumped over the 99th, will the 100th be too hard to be jumped over?

Me

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Kvelertak under Urørt 2010. (Foto: Rashid Akrim/NRK P3)

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Kvelertak på Øyafestivalen 2009. Foto: Kim Erlandsen, NRK P3

Batman Black And White v1 chapter 2: Black And White World. Simon Bisley and Neil Gaiman.

Brightest day vol. 11, page 3

Written by GEOFF JOHNS and PETER J. TOMASI; Art by IVAN REIS, PAT GLEASON ARDIAN SYAF, SCOTT CLARK and JOE PRADO; Cover by DAVID FINCH and SCOTT WILLIAMS

another old time sketches, digital drawing

it’s over when you say ‘it’s over’

the mountain wall is anchored to a sleeping hurricane