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Rooftop Racetrack: 1928 via Retronaut

“The Lingotto building, Turin, Italy, once housed a  Fiat factory. Built between 1916 and 1923, the design had five floors, raw materials going in at the ground floor, and cars built on a line that went up through the building. Finished cars emerged at rooftop level, where there was a rooftop test track. It was the largest car factory in the world at the time. Le Corbusier called it “one of the most impressive sights in industry”, and “a guideline for town planning”.”

I am somehow less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.
Stephen Jay Gould (via modestesouris)
Leaflets

what do you notice about that smile

it’s a moment off of the ground

the kind of flight that’s just falling

the face around it defies modern beauty

those features don’t lend themselves to gloss

yet for centuries they have been treasured

in the chest of a golden frame

a watery eye of some depth like mine

can see those features still on living creatures

how far we’ve come from the time when genius

was a flower that grew in soot

we were born into building the tower we stand on

they were born clawing their way out of the ground

seeds of human achievement breaking the surface

Broken Social Scene - I'm Still Your Fag
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I’m Still Your Fag by Broken Social Scene from You Forgot It In People

Great, I’m so tired but if I sleep now I’ll be stuck in a pattern of waking up in the middle of the afternoon.

God damned post-exam blues. 

Car Crash

flying golden glowing sin

in the belly of a whale

the sunlight in the wind

as it glides beneath our sails

the blood drained from her face

the water from her eyes

in the cold dead empty space

the sin was a just a lie

A: Riddle

What rhymes without reason, and yet serves a sideways point? What gives clues to answers sound by swerving at its joint?

Cedar Shake

O’ that girl turned my heart in to cedar

It’ll splinter away 

and run through my veins

Until I realize I don’t need her

Roman

there’s blood in my milk

how that corruption swirls in my eye

and in my mouth before it touches my lips

whether it’s a matter of fact

or a matter of face

her wedding dress has become slightly more pink