Sole Survivor Beck // “God damn it… sometimes I swear, this is like taking care of a bunch of children.”
Sole Survivor Beck // “God damn it… sometimes I swear, this is like taking care of a bunch of children.”
sun and violence in the former four states commonwealth
SPIRIT OF 2277
a girl solves her murder [listen] [download]
out of goodsprings’s graveyard, “and you believed she was a murderer, not a magician: as soldiers slip inside us and tell no spell but unilingual chant along the blade.”

in hoc signo taurus vinces.

“I am feared with good reason!”

“luck is for losers, baby. someone pulled the strings.”

‘… it’s Hegelian Dialectics not personal animosity.’

‘… your lifelong is running life short.’

- Any idea what our chances are?
- Fortune favors our chances, messenger. Provided you move quickly.

- Mr. House is already out of the picture.
- So how’s it feel to end an era? You got the future of Vegas in the palm of your hand, baby.
LIKE CHILDREN CARVE THEIR NAMES INTO DESKS. like Greensleeves on a music box. the only way to know something is to give it away freely. the only way to push back against destruction is to cultivate.
an instrumental mix for the Followers of the Apocalypse. fast and steady and gone astray. making a home out of the LA Central Public Library. building the Angel’s Boneyard Medical University lesson by lesson.