Full Moon by Eden Ahbez

To live in an oil shack by the sea
(And breathe the sweet salt air) To live with the dawn and the dusk The new moon and the full moon The tides the wind and the rain… To surf and comb the beach
And gather sea shells and drift-wood
And know the thrill of loneliness And lose all sense of time
And be free
To hike over the island to the village
And visit the marketplace
And enjoy the music and the food and the people
And do a little trading
And see the great ships come and go
And, man, have me a ball
And in the evening
(When the sky is on fire)
Heaven and earth become my great open cathedral
Where all men are brothers
Where all things are bound by law And crowned with love
Poor, alone and happy I walk by the surf and make a fire on the beach
And as darkness covers the face of the deep
Lie down in the wild grass
And dream the dream that the dreamers dream
I am the wind, the sea, the evening star
I am everyone, anyone, no one.

"It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That’s how the world is going to end."

— Robert Faulkner (As I Lay Dying)

FX’s Fargo (Episode Two)

(Mr. Grimly): “It’s relative you know. There’s kinds of things a schoolteacher gets exposed to, truancy and the like. Then there’s the stuff a cop sees, murder and violence. General scawflattery. Then there’s the kind of deal you’re looking at now.”

(Deputy Grimly): “Which is?”

(Mr. Grimly): “Which is, if I’m right, savagery, pure and simple. Slaughter. Hatred. Devil’s work. Dead eyes and sharp smiles. One day you’re going to get married, and have kids. And when you look at them, their faces, you need to see what’s good in the world. ‘Cause if you don’t, how ya gonna live?”

"The hands that build can also tear down."

— Jeremiah 1:10



I do generally despise twitter and instagram, but Aaron Paul uses both for all the right reasons. God bless that man, bitch.

(via ruinedchildhood)

Really need a laugh today, so here is my favorite bit from my favorite comedian, Bill Burr.

I was asked to write a eulogy for an untimely death, and, unable to discuss the personal life of the departed, I instead came up with something I hope will inspire those that attend

Life is a journey down a beaten, weathered trail. Through open plains rich with tall grasses, thickets filled with thorns and loose stone, dense forests where the only thing that can be seen are the trees themselves, wet with moss, gnarled with age, but still tall enough to block out the heavens with their boughs. We walk this path daily; sometimes at a quick step over packed earth and short weeds, other times we hack through brambles and slip on scaling cracked stones just to keep a course. All who we know, comrades, friends, family, lovers and loved ones alike come with us, however often we might feel alone. We breach the trail along different sites, and not all who join us at the beginning live to see the end. Highwaymen, bandits and injuns can kill in the night, wolves and snakes can strike out from the brush, or we can simply stray too far from the path that is marked, and wander into an endless wilderness.

To stop traveling completely though is the surest sign of weakness of every facet — character, willpower and spirit. Those that quit the trail forget that black nights bring about bright dawns, that although gone in spirit, our traveling companions can never truly be taken from us. Happy thoughts of a shared laugh, a sad memory of shared troubles, even the burning anger of a raging argument stay with us. When we think of our soul this is what remains with us after death. While the body may have moved on, the soul resides in a thousand memories and feelings, never fading but rather strengthening the character and resolve of those still walking their own paths. The hope is one day you can rejoin those lost along the way at the end of your own trail. The differences in terrain, the difficulty of the track, and the ability to persevere forward will cease to matter, the tribulations of a lifetime forged along the path forgotten. Here, at the end of your trail, is a bright green meadow next to a lake with no horizon, and the only feeling that remains is one of bright, warm sunlight on your face, a cool wind at your back.

"The judge smiled. “Books lie,” he said.
“God don’t lie.”
“No,” said the judge. “He does not. And these things are his words.”
He held up a chunk of rock. “He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things.”"

— Cormac McCarthy (Blood Meridian, The Judge)

"The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow, whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning. The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man’s mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others."

— Cormac McCarthy (Blood Meridian, The Judge)

Another great scene from FX’s series “Fargo”

(Billy Bob Thorton’s character, Lorne Malvo, discusses a murder he has committed on behalf of Martin Freeman’s character, Lester Nygaard.)

Lorne Malvo: Your problem is that you spent your entire life thinking there are rules. There aren’t. We used to be gorillas. All we had was what we could take and defend. Truth is your more of a man today than you were yesterday.”

Lester Nygaard: “How do you figure?”

Lorne Malvo: “It’s a red tide Lester, this life of ours. The shit they make us eat, day after day. The boss, the wife, et cetera. Wearing us down. If you don’t stand up to it, let ‘em know you’re still an ape, deep down, where it counts, your just going to get washed away.”