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ill be your flower

we give flowers for birthdays,



and put them on shower curtains.

I have a new and developing understanding of death now that I’m in my 20’s. For one, way too much emphasis is put on the act or means, such as highlighting the killer or the possibilities of what could have ever brought a plane down. Killers should be forgotten, not remembered. Let’s honour those who are dead, who were and could have been. I’ve never been to a funeral before and I have much to learn about death, eventually meeting it one day. And another thing - killers have more stereotypes than I realized. People say “he looks like a good guy and how could he ever do that” or “he was going to law school.” I don’t fucking care about that. He has no future and might as well be dead. Of course he has a right to a trial - but there are greater priorities right now. The ones who were murdered, those people should have their poems on the news, their good deeds recognized, and remembered for the lyrics on their wall. Their faces should be on the headlines. How can we remember the idiosyncrasies of the dead? We should be reading the obituaries written by their lovers and not listening to the skepticism of motives on the news. I want justice for the dead, not the killer.

What do I know about death anyways? I’m still alive.

All I’ll ever know.


Youth Lagoon - Daisyphobia

"Mortal. We are mortals on the run. God, you’ve seen what I’ve done. You know where we come from. And yet we’re children of one."

Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (via larmoyante)


"Circles" is from PUJOL’s sophomore album KLUDGE. Out 5/20/14!
PRE-ORDER on CD/LP/MP3/CSS here: saddle-creek.com/store/622

Look for the limited edition “Circles” 7” on lizard green vinyl on Record Store Day 2014!

KLUDGE idiosyncratically captures life as it exists in our weird almost future world of flying robots, cancer from food, cell phone wire taps, metadata, $7.25ish minimum wage and $15.50 an hour endless choice buffets. Yet, the album possesses that inherent sense of timelessness that exists in all great music. Thanks to its combination of addictively fetching rock ‘n’ roll and Daniel Pujol’s lyrical brilliance, the end result proves yet again that Daniel Pujol is, first and foremost, a songwriter.

Examining well-worn subjects like love, death, authenticity, identity, alienation and society, Pujol applies a filter completely his own and brings these ideas to a place they’ve never existed before. His words examine the world with his signature brand of skepticism, humor, idealism, and an unmistakable earnestness and sincerity. Lead single “Circles” perfectly illustrates this with lines like “Show me that your sacred heart’s the human kindness kind / Show me more than 3D printers drawing skulls and knives / Show me more than kleptocratic demagogue control / Show me that you ain’t a lizard, show you’ve got a soul.”

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warpaint scans from i-D mag

warpaint scans from i-D mag

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