“swerve me? the path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents’ beds, enerringly i rush! naught’s an obstacle, naught’s an angle to the iron way!” -fucking melville for more than a little while, i’ve been…

go ahead, judge away. don’t care. say what you will about my taste, but i hope no one in the long run criticizes me for lack of range. when i see some jack-off being an asshole out about in the world, i aspire to be the person to step in, get their full attention, and…

this is not my favorite hibtb song, and i’m not even sure if it’s a good song. but holy fuck i love this. i could do without the last 35 seconds, and i’m lukewarm about the first minute-plus, but that middle! oh, you liked the whole thing? you thought it was structurally refreshing? that the…

galway is a city on the west coast of ireland, and (according to wikipedia) in 2007 was named one of the 8 sexiest cities in the world. now that’s a goddamn list! i don’t know how whomever came up with it (or if steve earle moonlighted for uk travel mag), and i’ve never been anywhere…