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11 years ago

Whether it's due to riding the "new year" wave, or because this song simply popped into my head and I wanted to "samplerred" all the options available, "Bombs" by Dawn Richard has this energy, this confidence, this self-assuredness that definitely caught my ears (and eyes) and got me intrigued with her "Armor On" EP.  I could give those uninitiated a "lesserrin" on who she is and how she got to this point (as well as reuniting with Danity Kane), but for now...just let Dawn's looks lure you in and the 808s and choreography take you over.


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La Primera Bomba Es Fat Man Y La Segunda Es Little Boy Estos Dos Juguetes Del Tío Sam Causaron Unas
La Primera Bomba Es Fat Man Y La Segunda Es Little Boy Estos Dos Juguetes Del Tío Sam Causaron Unas
La Primera Bomba Es Fat Man Y La Segunda Es Little Boy Estos Dos Juguetes Del Tío Sam Causaron Unas
La Primera Bomba Es Fat Man Y La Segunda Es Little Boy Estos Dos Juguetes Del Tío Sam Causaron Unas

La primera bomba es Fat Man y la segunda es Little Boy estos dos juguetes del tío Sam causaron unas heridas que jamás sanaran al pueblo japones. ¡NO HA LA GUERRA !

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The first bomb is Fat Man and the second is Little Boy. These two toys of Uncle Sam caused wounds that will never heal the Japanese people. NO WAR!

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最初の爆弾はファットマン、二番目はリトルボーイ、この2つのアンクルサムおもちゃは日本国民に決して癒すことのない傷を与えました。戦争はありません!


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10 months ago

I am fucking livid

I am livid with the way that people will only take things 'seriously' if it's a trend.

I am livid with the way that people will only care about some thing if it's popular.

I am livid with the way the horrors people live with are only ever given 24 hours of attention before the next thing trends.

I am livid that people will only care about the victims when they are gone or when the trouble has passed.

I am livid by the fact that no one knows about the Indian untouchables.

I am livid that people are silent about Syria.

I am livid about the silence that surrounds slums being bombed.

How many more hits must they take? How much more blood must they lose? How many more must die? How many more must suffer? How many more children need to die?

Tell me honestly... when was the last time you took the time out of your day too give them recognition?

When was the last time you listened too them?

Their voice matters but it is being drowned out with waves of hate and trends that flood your mind?

Did you even know that Afghanistan was taken over again?

Did you lend your ear to any of them then?

I am livid by the fact that people care more about what 'core' they are.

Does 'fairycore' matter more then lives?

Does brain rot matter more than the children in the sex slave industry?

Their homes look like the buildings you see in dystopian movies...

I am livid... and I am disappointed, you talk of the human spirit, you boast and brag about the human spirit, about humanity... but when was the last time you demonstrated it?

I see humans but I don't fucking see humanity

I see humans who wear masks and tape over their mouth that they can so easily take off.

I see monsters who crudely wear human skin as they bomb another village, another town, another city... another family.

If you can donate, please do, if you can speak up, do so, if you can spread the word maybe repost or write something of your own

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8 years ago

Love these guys

Dangers Of Working On A Set.
Dangers Of Working On A Set.
Dangers Of Working On A Set.
Dangers Of Working On A Set.

Dangers of working on a set.

Dangers Of Working On A Set.

That’s what I said.


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2 months ago

For you it was love and war

Planted cluster bombs 

Between my ribs

Turned passion into crime

Came back to the scene

On your guilt trips

With your favorite knife

3 stabs into your heart

And 3 into mine

In your spider webs of lies

I hung on for dear life

And you set it on fire


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