modalmayhem

Jun 02

May 29

my brightest star’s my inner light, let it guide me: experience and innocence bleed inside me.hallucinogens can open me or untie me,i drift in inner space, free of time, i find a higher state of grace, in my mind.i believe in live and let live, i believe you get what you give.i’ve glimpsed, i have tasted, fantastical places, my soul’s an oasis,higher than the sun.

my brightest star’s my inner light, let it guide me:
experience and innocence bleed inside me.
hallucinogens can open me or untie me,
i drift in inner space, free of time,
i find a higher state of grace, in my mind.

i believe in live and let live,
i believe you get what you give.

i’ve glimpsed, i have tasted, fantastical places,
my soul’s an oasis,

higher than the sun.

May 22

it starts with this group: with mccoy and elvin and jimmy garrison.- john coltrane.photo: roberto polillo, 1962.

it starts with this group: with mccoy and elvin and jimmy garrison.

- john coltrane.

photo: roberto polillo, 1962.

May 15

May 10

tears of rage run down your face, but still you say “it’s fun” - when you’re young.

tears of rage run down your face, but still you say “it’s fun” - when you’re young.

May 08

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May 04

Feb 24

absurdreflections asked: Love your blog man, Keep up the fight!

thanks! you know, i kept this tumblr when i was in a shitty state of life, and there’s all things that i said that were meant to be said, having the risk that people would read it all as proud to be or sayin’ it loud to make me believe in it.

today i keep the faith with beloved things. ideas, people, moments, someday i’ll have the talent to sum up to squeeze in here, again.

but i’m glad that even with no movement, like death, it still generates life. that’s a state that i didin’t hope it would turn out to be, and that’s okay, of courser, i’m very happy.

thanks, again.

bartblogs-deactivated20120227 asked: Neat background man, how did you do that?

thanks!

some years ago i came across a fred perry wallpaper that was all designed in that way.

when i saw, i just loved. so i borrowed the layout idea and made my own “icon wallpaper”, as iconoclastic as possible can be.

the rest was self-searching, photo searching, editing, patience and there was it.

it was just the things that i asbolutely love. so, it was very simple.

thanks again.

sixteas asked: Lindo demais aqui , apaixonei!

ô, oi! :) valeu, e eu emendo, fico feliz que mesmo parado, ele ainda tenha vida.

mas bom, sua paixão é meio relativa porque seu tumblr tem absolutamente tudo a ver para não dar outra coisa, hahah ;)

Feb 15

gramophoneme asked: às vezes eu esqueço como esse lugar aqui é legal. Ainda bem que é só as às vezes. =)

nossa! obrigado! :)

eu mesmo nem sei o que eventualmente sei o que é legal ou às vezes legal nessa vida, mais. sei lá, a vida tem sempre razão… sempre, mas às vezes. de vez em quando.

mas quando leio mensagens desse tipo, ela é sempre legal. toquinho que esteja errado! ;)

Jan 07

utopianism? from now on, that’s the hell of the past. we have always  been constrained to live in a place that is everywhere but, in that  place, we are nowhere.that’s the reality of our exile.  


(raoul vaneigem, january 6th of 2012, for adbusters culturejammer headquarters)


where to strike next? the complete interview here.

utopianism? from now on, that’s the hell of the past. we have always been constrained to live in a place that is everywhere but, in that place, we are nowhere.

that’s the reality of our exile.


 

where to strike next? the complete interview here.

Jan 01

Dec 31

let’s play that.—behold! this angel told me, squeezing my hand,with a smile between its teeth:go on, untune the choir of the contented men.- let’s play that, until we decease.(excuse my lousy english)(jards/torquato, my anthropophagical crap with your beautiful work was a sad gag reflex)

let’s play that.



behold! this angel told me, squeezing my hand,
with a smile between its teeth:
go on, untune the choir of the contented men.
- let’s play that, until we decease.

(excuse my lousy english)

(jards/torquato, my anthropophagical crap with your beautiful work was a sad gag reflex)