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MNDR - "Cut Me Out (Drop The Lime Remix)"

fuckyeahmndr:

MNDR - Cut Me Out (Drop The Lime Remix)


new eliot lipp album, SHARK WOLF RABBIT SNAKE (free) →

ofjared:

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pretty damn good. sick album art. to be totally honest, after a few listen-throughs, i’m not sure it’s as distinguished as his previous efforts, a little less charismatic, which was my primary fear when i learned about his move to the pretty lights music (PLM) record label…but it’s still good stuff, free as fuck, and potentially there’s more goodness to be uncovered with future listens so i’m not going to judge it too harshly for now. ‘the snake’ (aka the final, unfortunate link in the album’s carnivorous food chain) is definitely an attention-grabber. i’ll be giving this one more time, because i’m really interested to hear the evolution of his sound within these new circumstances. 


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caskachey:

Primitive Radio Gods

Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand (Album Version)


The Notorious B.I.G. - What's Beef? [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
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What's Beef? - The Notorious B.I.G. from Life After Death

shoshweet:

What’s Beef? - The Notorious B.I.G.


uutpoetry:

A Hiding is a Pluralism
A hiding is a pluralism:  kinless and stour
pasteurized in a limitless field of representative saplings aligned in a row by old wood on which you scrape and scrape  trying to remind me of a sibling who like sparks flew off and dispersed
like the bingo of bread I rest my pack on,  or a simple window  through which I saw you this morning  interrogating weeds with a knife.
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uutpoetry:

A Hiding is a Pluralism

A hiding is a pluralism:
kinless and stour

pasteurized in a limitless field of representative saplings
aligned in a row by old wood
on which you scrape and scrape
trying to remind me of a sibling
who like sparks flew off and dispersed

like the bingo of bread I rest my pack on,
or a simple window
through which I saw you this morning
interrogating weeds with a knife.

(Source: backoffnasty)