all is full of love by bjork |
camp abandon |
drink a cup of joy and chuck it |
dusty springfield was here with us today you could feel her |
fenS |
fenster mind meld |
fight the power just kidding ignore the power |
for beth gibbons and rustin man |
he's the vile selfish horrible bastard but he's the lesser evil for gods sake what are you an anarchist what do you want are you a godforsaken nihilist. |
he's my best friend by freddie mercury and the other queen |
he's the greatest dancer by i forgot |
head together |
i a fun munster resident alien funky space monkey for your love. |
i feel the air alive like a dream remaining. |
i was culled a freak in high school. |
i'm gonna make you a star in your own mind. |
if a dog wants to use cuss words i cuss for them and i don't blame them. |
it's all so mysterious, fen. |
it's kind of unimaginable they didn't even look and i don't even remember what i'm referring to. |
it's not unusual. |
john adams: hoodoo zephyr. |
keeping mum is part of the official secrets act. |
let's make a ritual. |
lord byron. |
modest mouse. |
my baby's god a bone machine. |
the anti-grinch says, No Fracking Here, assholes! |
nothing pure can stay. the hell you say! what nonsense. |
um, open sesame? |
come on, open the door, dug, what is it with you and thresholds? |
Portrait of Fen |
sacred is the star |
stereolab |
terrorist alert. whaddya mean he doesn't exist? yeah, then why am i terrified!? |
the arrogance of man is thinking nature is in our control, and not the other way around. let them fight. godzilla 2014. |
the military is the problem. there is no solution to the military. |
the new age. |
the power of will depends not on size. |
the well tempered clavier. |
thumb piano |
transference |
two hounds, Quasi, early recordings. |
we could be heroes. |
whaddya wanna do now, go kill some terrorists? |
what have i done to deserve this. almodovar. |
when i was 13 i wore a button to school saying, let's get stoned and naked, and a girl said ok. |
you can't ignore the product placement, bud. |
and you can't sharpen fuzz but you can hone your emotions. |
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