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I Am Always the One Who Calls - Pedro the Lion.

Satellites mediate for us the day’s events
Through fiber optics

I hope we can change the same

I wouldn’t mind, but you are my only hope

Clear as a bell are the short breaths
That you take when you’re distracted
Same as the way that you roll your eyes
When I ask too many stupid questions

My faith in zeros and ones to host our romance
Rests on hope you gave that
I’ve some claim to your heart

I wouldn’t mind, but you are my only hope

Clear as a bell are the short breaths
That you take when you’re distracted
Same as the way that you roll your eyes
When I ask too many questions

I will call you in three weeks

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One more because he is perfect.

June 18, 1976.

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David Bazan of Pedro the Lion.

Acoustic version of the song Options off the album Control.

Ouch.

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This trip is long overdue. I can’t wait to leave in a few days, I just realised, I’ve gotten to the point where I hate waking up. I feel like I’ve been on a 30 day weekend; this shit is getting old.

I need some adventure.

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Reason #1 why I’d live in Berlin. Hehe. via lastnightsparty.com

Reason #1 why I’d live in Berlin. Hehe.

via lastnightsparty.com

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Originally Posted By sunnydayrealestate

2 New Soundwave Festival Dates

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This is the result of a 35mm film modification on a 120CFN Holga… Without the sprocket holes, because I, Samantha, have a below par 6 year old scanner that just drove me into a fit of rage; silent rage for the most part. Y’know, slamming fists down on the desk and occasionally calling my scanner a ‘fucking asshole!’ and telling it to ‘fucking work or I’ll smash you into a wall’ You have to understand my predicament, I was under the impression that my scanner was able to scan negatives, so for about 3 hours I have been trying different approaches and watching many tutorials on how to scan in negatives with the sprockets and still have a workable image that isn’t blurry and/or shit. I don’t claim to know much about technology, but usually after fooling around for an excessive period of time, I work things out. It wasn’t even a lightbulb moment that I just had, it was a ‘der you are a deadset moron’ moment. Der, Samantha, your scanner is ill-equipped, idiot. I’m not going to spend money on a new scanner, oh no, too poor at this stage, considering I have a few social engagements to attend and am also going overseas in a week and a half. Not feasible. No. So, when my friend comes back from NZ, I’ll get my digital camera back that she has borrowed… I’m going to try out something pretty fucking retarded. I’m going to get a lamp, put some paper on top of it so the light shines through softly, but not too harshly. Then, I’m going to sandwich my negatives between some glass, stick it on top of the… Whatever, you don’t want to know. Basically, where there is a will, there is a way. I AM GOING TO GET THESE PICTURES UPLOADED, SPROCKET HOLES AND ALL, IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO! But god, I’m so impatient. Wish my friend would come home now, instead of on Sunday. Ugh. Anyway, I scanned one print in, it made me happy. It’s a beautiful accident, I feel. Double-exposed, blue flash, clouds and flowers. Looks like a water colour painting. I’m going to go outside and breathe. This evening was way too intense.

This is the result of a 35mm film modification on a 120CFN Holga… Without the sprocket holes, because I, Samantha, have a below par 6 year old scanner that just drove me into a fit of rage; silent rage for the most part. Y’know, slamming fists down on the desk and occasionally calling my scanner a ‘fucking asshole!’ and telling it to ‘fucking work or I’ll smash you into a wall’

You have to understand my predicament, I was under the impression that my scanner was able to scan negatives, so for about 3 hours I have been trying different approaches and watching many tutorials on how to scan in negatives with the sprockets and still have a workable image that isn’t blurry and/or shit.

I don’t claim to know much about technology, but usually after fooling around for an excessive period of time, I work things out. It wasn’t even a lightbulb moment that I just had, it was a ‘der you are a deadset moron’ moment. Der, Samantha, your scanner is ill-equipped, idiot.

I’m not going to spend money on a new scanner, oh no, too poor at this stage, considering I have a few social engagements to attend and am also going overseas in a week and a half. Not feasible. No. So, when my friend comes back from NZ, I’ll get my digital camera back that she has borrowed… I’m going to try out something pretty fucking retarded. I’m going to get a lamp, put some paper on top of it so the light shines through softly, but not too harshly. Then, I’m going to sandwich my negatives between some glass, stick it on top of the… Whatever, you don’t want to know.

Basically, where there is a will, there is a way. I AM GOING TO GET THESE PICTURES UPLOADED, SPROCKET HOLES AND ALL, IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO! But god, I’m so impatient. Wish my friend would come home now, instead of on Sunday. Ugh.

Anyway, I scanned one print in, it made me happy. It’s a beautiful accident, I feel. Double-exposed, blue flash, clouds and flowers. Looks like a water colour painting.

I’m going to go outside and breathe. This evening was way too intense.

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Johnny on the Spot - Texas Is the Reason

If you don’t feel good after listening to this, there has to be something wrong with you.

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