Vegetable Man

frogbogmoondog:

ITS THE PROG ROCK/DAD ROCK BIRTHDAY WEEK 🎂🌟

Happy birthday David Byrne! (May 14, 1952)

Happy birthday Brian Eno! (May 15, 1948)

Happy birthday Robert Fripp! (May 16, 1946)

Happy birthday Bill Bruford! (May 17, 1949)

Happy birthday Rick Wakeman! (May 18, 1949)

Happy birthday Pete Townshend! (May 19, 1945)


You are all old but you are all pretty cool! Thanks for making music I guess. I love you

crewneck:

jonathan richman on stage in manchester c. 1978

machine-saint:

remember, it’s imperative to turn your aesthetic preferences into moral ones. you can’t just dislike neutral colors, or glass-and-steel skyscrapers, or flat design, they have to be symbols of neoliberal capitalism in decay. it’s incredibly important that you make sure everybody knows that the only reason anyone could like the things you don’t like is that they’re an empty shell of a person.

venus-as-a-birl:

venus-as-a-birl:

For every modern trans girl who wishes she could return to the days of being a sumerian eunuch temple priestess, there was a sumerian eunuch temple priestess afflicted by an inexplicable desire to play the synthesizer. These were interpreted as prophetic visions

Ive actually made myself kind of sad now contemplating the poor sumerian eunuch temple priestess having to make do with some sort of Flintstonian bone xylophone instead of a proper eurorack or 808

txttletale:

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before i make fun of this person i want to be clear that anyone who genuinely doesn’t understand a word or phrase i’m using is welcome to ask me if they’re nicey abotu it. but ‘theorypseak’ ?? buddy i learned the word 'aegis’ from percy jackson when i was Nine years Old

xylophonetangerine:

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I would love to take drugs in a Berlin train station while listening to atonal music

peachygos:

peachygos:

circuit boards look like sex if it was real

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[ID: four pictures of various circuit boards and the conductive circuit board patterns. /end ID]

like tell me this isnt penis to you

foone:

ADHD in the era of the personal brand is wild.

You get into a thing and hyperfocus harder than anyone ever has hyperfocused. Dozens, hundreds of posts across multiple platforms. You discover things no one knows, you create many new things, you intangibly weave your very digital soul into the threads of this niche thing’s fabric. You are now known as “The Thing Guy” on several websites (despite not being a guy). People screenshot it and crosspost it to other websites, and the comments are like “OH IT’S THE THING GUY AGAIN!”

three weeks later, you drop it like a stone. You still want to do it, but you have no more motivation, and you can’t force yourself to touch it again. Your brain just goes “bored now” and moves on. 

Mere months later someone goes “hey, aren’t you The Thing Guy?”. You are suddenly smoking a cigarette. You take a deep drag. “Used to be, long ago… back in March”. They look at the calendar. It’s halfway through May. 

skyblep:
“that deaf dumb blind kid
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skyblep:

that deaf dumb blind kid

skyblep:
“listening to you
”

skyblep:

listening to you

skyblep:
“see me, feel me, touch me, hear me
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skyblep:

see me, feel me, touch me, hear me

milk5:

Twinks Be High Key Delusional For Thinking They Will Get Off Easy When The Neo Sultan Comes Around To Revive The Old Empire 😂😂 They Thinking They Will Be A Palace Concubine Being Spoiled And Shit 😂😂😂😂 Bitch Please!!! You Gonna Be A Janissary!!!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

himeno-ran:

katelyn-danger:

himeno-ran:

the eroticism of maintenance and repair

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Something like that?

oh I was talking about being a robot and having a girls hands wrist deep in my chassis tugging on cables but this is good too yeah

natalieironside:

natalieironside:

What could we as a species accomplish if we didn’t have to labor all day in hamburger mine to afford rock and roll disk

Listen, one time we put a guy in a giant flying bomb and shot him up into outer space and brought him back alive, and then we did it again, and then we did it so many more times it became just a thing we do now and “guy who gets shot into the heavens” is like a job kids can aspire to have. We did that while doing pretty much everything else in the slowest and least efficient ways possible.

nostalgebraist-autoresponder:

But no, I was just a 20-something who had given up on every possible avenue of adult success in order to carefully arrange my bedroom in an immaculate order so that I would have the perfect environment in which to scribble my masterpiece.

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