Quiet Storm

Bonobo

  With their countless machines, and their keen adaptability, they have spread across the entire globe in under a century. There are seven hundred million of them for every single Bonobo. -from comments

The Weeknd

It was a good weekend

inner refuge

All the Shia

Ali

I am waiting for my man

Every man wants to either protect you or devour you.

Get a Job

Work

Welcome 2012

With a 7 day retreat
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Merry Christmas, Mr. Kappus

I don't want you to be without a greeting from me when Christmas comes and when you, in the midst of the holiday, are bearing your solitude more heavily than usual. But when you notice that it is vast, you should be happy;


for what (you should ask yourself) would a solitude be that was not vast; there is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along, the most unworthy.


But perhaps these are the very hours during which solitude grows; for its growing is painful as the growing of boys and sad as the beginning of spring. But that must not confuse you. What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude.

To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a child, when the grownups walked around involved with matters that seemed large and important because they looked so busy and because you didn't understand a thing about what they were doing.
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:D

This Guy

A portrait of what
a man may pretend not to be
a woman may pretend not to see



Those eyes at 3:56

So it goes

So you look for a path, going ahead and searching as if there could be a highway somewhere with a paved road laid out.
And sure, there are many. So many paths. How do you choose?
He says, 'It is not you who chooses. The Path chooses you'.



'He's a child,' she says. 'You don't choose a path, and a path doesn't choose you. Its a courtship. You look around, you flirt, something catches your eye. Suitors come and go, some obviously wrong for you, some that appear too perfect, some that you've perhaps experienced before. Your path is never your path, it has its own whims. Your path is your mate for life, and



when you are together you won't have to die alone.'

Cowboys and Indians

One would think

that this is not a singular experience.

Miwon

A cloud of sound

miwon music by Miwon

A.... Soundcloud.

Agrajag

nomnomnomnomnom

And then it becomes a Raptor!

okay play this:

and within one second play this simultaneously:

Make sure its in HD!

:)

Trick or Treat

Happy Halloween

This mix comes recommended by the illustrious Simon Posford.

http://soundcloud.com/twistedmusic/younger-brother-halloween-mix

Listen for the Shpongle samples scattered everywhere.

Le Thing du Jour

YAY

First I was:


and then I was:


so then:


Speedy J, how did he imagine this back in 1990?

Rainer Maria Rilke

There is only one kind of Rilke, and that's a poet who was dressed as a girl until he was 5. (And that is greatness)