Apidae
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Arist: tgb
Track: Day 13: i don’t wash my hair

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as if after death mothers shook and renewed their heads in order to graft them onto the trunks of their daughters. 

His work is filled with unexpected tastes and nearly absent of any sort of hierarchy. Kangaroos? Lovely. Long terrible b-films? Satisfying. Rachmaninoff? Sublime. Drinking coke with a cute guy? The best. O’Hara presides over a democracy of affection.
  Christopher Richards, Frank O’Hara’s Lessons for Being Gay
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Artist: Tacocat
Track: Psychedelic Quinceañera

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High-res
Believing, with Max Weber, that man is an animal suspended in webs of significance that he himself has spun, I take culture to be those webs, and the analysis of it to be therefore not an experimental science in search of law but an interpretive on in search of meaning.
  Clifford Geertz, Thick Description: Toward an Interpretive Theory of Culture
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Artist: Regular Fucked Up People
Track: Born in Sand

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You’re

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools’ Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.

Sylvia Plath, You’re

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Artist: Hooded Fang
Track: Never Minding