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the good, the bad, the ugly, and the otherwise subjective.......

My name is Chris Robertson (a.k.a. Xylen Roberts) and these are a few---or rather, a lot---of my favorite things. A majority of these things are not mine but things I am a fan of.

For my music/writings etc. blog go to:

xylenroberts.tumblr.com
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'Every Famine Virtual' comes from "Retrovertigo" by Mr. Bungle, copyright 1999 Warner Brothers Records.

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fuckyeahghosttowns:

Marlboro Psychiatric Hospital in Marlboro, New Jersey (photograph via flickr)
Marlboro Psychiatric Hospital was a hospital in Marlboro, New Jersey which was run by the State of New Jersey. It first opened in the early 1930s. The hospital’s campus was about 400 acres set in a rural environment. The hospital closed in 1998 following a 1993 investigation by Richard Codey, during which he went undercover at the hospital and found rampant patient abuse, wasteful spending, and other illegal practices.
Since its 1998 closing, the abandoned hospital has become the focus of numerous local legends. An abandoned slaughterhouse on the property fueled legends of a murderous farmer. It was said that the farmer would lure you down “death row,” as he had to two slain hospital guards. Trespassing at the slaughterhouse became a frequent problem, and the township publicly stated that trespassers would be prosecuted. According to an issue of Weird New Jersey magazine, and the book “Convergence,” shadow people were often spotted in, or around, the slaughterhouse. The slaughterhouse was demolished in 2008.
The hospital buildings themselves are also said to be haunted, and security at the buildings has been tightened to deter trespassers. The property is slated for demolition. On January 17th, 2010 one of the buildings on the site had burned down. Teenagers are suspected of foul play.
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fuckyeahghosttowns:

Marlboro Psychiatric Hospital in Marlboro, New Jersey (photograph via flickr)

Marlboro Psychiatric Hospital was a hospital in Marlboro, New Jersey which was run by the State of New Jersey. It first opened in the early 1930s. The hospital’s campus was about 400 acres set in a rural environment. The hospital closed in 1998 following a 1993 investigation by Richard Codey, during which he went undercover at the hospital and found rampant patient abuse, wasteful spending, and other illegal practices.

Since its 1998 closing, the abandoned hospital has become the focus of numerous local legends. An abandoned slaughterhouse on the property fueled legends of a murderous farmer. It was said that the farmer would lure you down “death row,” as he had to two slain hospital guards. Trespassing at the slaughterhouse became a frequent problem, and the township publicly stated that trespassers would be prosecuted. According to an issue of Weird New Jersey magazine, and the book “Convergence,” shadow people were often spotted in, or around, the slaughterhouse. The slaughterhouse was demolished in 2008.

The hospital buildings themselves are also said to be haunted, and security at the buildings has been tightened to deter trespassers. The property is slated for demolition. On January 17th, 2010 one of the buildings on the site had burned down. Teenagers are suspected of foul play.

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davidfbello:

WEALTH, DESTRUCTION, SPORTSMANSHIP
oh my oh my oh my

seanorr:

T.V. shot to death after Saints beat the Redskins 33-30 in OT. (via wmcs11)

 who dat done there said they was gonna done did double done did dare the dat damn saints? 33-30! 

I guess this is also an appropriate way to end the evening—-not with a whimper but with a BRINGIN’ OUT DA WOODWORKS HEAD IN A PUMMELHORSE CHARGE HEADFIRST AT THE 20 GAGE SHOTGUN BLAST TO A ‘THE ONLY GOOD IRAQI IS A DONE THAT THERE SAINTS HATIN’ DEAD IRAQI’ I’MMA GONNA KILL THIS TV LIKA I LIKE TO KILL THEM IRAQUINS BANG!

33-30! 

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desireelynnmacina:

songabout:

pancakesroberts:

fuckyeahdanieljohnston:

True Love Will Find You In The End (Live)

 a promising note to end the night on

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(via take-time)
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ok this will conclude my indulgence in all things degrading and vulgar for tonight. perhaps whenever I come back to tumblr next, I will post more ‘intellectually stimulating’ things.

(via take-time)

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ok this will conclude my indulgence in all things degrading and vulgar for tonight. perhaps whenever I come back to tumblr next, I will post more ‘intellectually stimulating’ things.

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radbones:

die antwoord

radbones:

die antwoord

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gyatei:

2425:

loco2kit:

pepiberto:

suyhnc:

expo7000:

expo petsounds 7000


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gyatei:

2425:

loco2kit:

pepiberto:

suyhnc:

expo7000:

expo petsounds 7000

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davidfbello:

this gets NIGHTMARISH at ~1:55

via boing boing

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around 2:22 is even crazier

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skunk shlonk skronk 4 badonkadonk life

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davidfbello:

2ripped2quit:

hell yea

hahahaha hes lookin at me, i can feel it

davidfbello:

2ripped2quit:

hell yea

hahahaha hes lookin at me, i can feel it

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Undertow

fuckyeahpoetry:

People looking at the sea,
makes them feel less terrible about themselves,
the sea’s behaving abominably,
seems never satisfied,
what it throws away it dashes down
then wants back, yanks back.
Comparatively, thinks one vice president,
what are my frauds but nudged along
misunderstandings already there?
I can’t believe I ever worried
about my betrayals, thinks the analyst
benefitting facially from the sea’s raged-up mist.
Obviously I’m not the only one suffering
an identity crisis knows the boy
who wants to be a lawyer no more.
Nothing can stay long, cogitates the dog,
so maybe a life of fetch is not a wasted life.
And the sea heaves and cleaves and seethes,
shoots snot out, goes to bed only to wake
shouting in the mansion of the night, pacing,
pacing, making tea then spilling it,
sudden outloud laughter snort, Oh what the
heck, I probably drove myself crazy,
thinks the sea, kissing all those strangers,
forgiving them no matter what, liars
in confession, vomitters of plastics
and fossil fuels but what a stricken
elixir I’ve become even to my becalmed depths,
while through its head swim a million
fishes seemingly made of light
eating each other.


—Dean Young

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kafka for a day, franz for a lifetime

one day I’m against words the next I’m really enjoying dean young kafka for a day franz for a lifetime insert by now a tired cliche about how everything is impermanent but even talking about how talking about everything being impermanent will itself become a cliche like inserting random nonsense or talking about how cliche it is to insert random nonsense eh might as well abort this potential to be a something quote unquote grand poem before I take it too seriously or it takes a bastardized life of its own and takes itself too seriously and it doesn’t even matter if you make someone hate you or make someone love you because most likely you’ll forget it by morning and move onto something else talk about lady gaga or go gaga over obama or bomb a foreign country take it over wish upon a four leaf clover milk your good luck like milking your new country for all its worth nevermind I told you I should’ve aborted this thing before it got too grandiose and pretentious good day good night sleep tight don’t let illusory concepts of grandeur arrogance and importance bite 

chrissen by Writ Robertson 

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“Sometimes my reckless ways,
Shock my self system for days,
Now i’m channelling my faze,
In an anacin haze,
But it aint gonna do me in,
I know when to dump it,
A hole in my way again,
I’ll surely just jump it.

There was a kid in a tree,
Among the birds and the bees,
Between bee hive and bird nest,
And i think you know the rest,
He wanted to be free with them,
But they weren’t believing,
Pecking and stinging him,
Till he wasn’t breathing,
But it ain’t gonna do him in,
He’ll just go to heaven,
Not done just a dreamer of ten or eleven.”

-Kurt Vile, “Freeway”

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