The last witness of Abraham Lincoln’s assassination lived long enough to be interviewed on TV. Source
We all look at the time of Lincoln as a wholly different era, and for someone to have lived through what little tech (not to mention the Civil War) and see where we were when TV had bloomed.. Holy shit…
Dude might as well have transcended time and lived for eons.
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Dan’s Punk Joker is cool as fuck.
Looks like one of the Joker Gang thugs from Batman Beyond.
These guys don’t mind talkin’ with people. I dunno if they want food, but I ain’t got none to spare.
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This is seriously the realest shit I’ve read in a long long time and it’s really inspiring me to get back into music.
Do it! For the love of Zeus, do it!
The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling