52%

On May 14th, you chose apathy
On May 14th, you let your future fall into someone else's hands
On May 14th, you saw it happening and you did nothing
On May 14th, you decided it wasn't worth fighting for anymore
On May 14th, your silence was heard
On May 14th, you lost.
Period.
Because you didn't vote.

Idiocracy part 4, section 7- bombs in parks.

No frisbees allowed...

Dear Earth People...

ISRAEL/IRAN, WE LOVE YOU!

West Enders

Helvetica for Christmas

We live in malls and trailers like goddamn 2nd rate cockroaches 
 a bone to pick with anyone who tries to pass us in the slow lane.
 Lining up for the crushed skulls of a thousand prisoner calves, screaming as the hammer falls.
You hang on my every word and try to hate me but you know I am right. Your conscience is empty and your mailbox is full of flyers full of plastic toys
Drones ply the sky in search of humans trying to find out why this is all falling apart
And you know they all just keep making more babies
The mothers clutch them in their arms
Those precious little fucking babies
They will hunt their peers down on the playground 
The skies fill up with carbon as the streets fill up with blood
The sale is on! The sale is on!
I can play an instrument I can fire a gun I can never stay but I can run
From all the terrible talk that leaves me feeling guilty for all that I have done.
This time of year
Have no fear, I am doing fine I have just spent too much time
Again.
Lists to compare who had the best hair and the worst dressed best guest speaker killer lover tweaker
All the drugs are wearing thin and the guns are coming out again
The players are still playing while a cheating leader leads us all to mutually assured distraction, it's madness with bright colors and numbers to illustrate the way to our own demise of obesity and stupidity
hark! I hear them bemoaning the loss of God while the doors close and the bombs fall and the cat calls come 
Freedom comes from the barrel of a gun
Talk is cheap because it's all I hear
Pedantic, frantic, disastrous antics
It's a horse kick
It's the oldest trick
Take a look at those words again
The lyrics have been lost on us
Now we kill each other for a parking spot, it's all we have left to stand up for The music is too loud and we are are all too proud to let it go
We love our children
Fear our neighbors
Hate the teachers
Sit in bleachers, to scream for our team but fail even to whisper for change because it is strange


The end of the year has come again and with it, the lists of
the best quotes
The best pictures
The best kicks
The best saves
The best films
The best times
The worst crimes
Change only comes to those that wait
Cannot hate the haters because they know not what they do
But someday soon
The elephant in the room
Shall roll over like tanks into Baghdad

New werks by Durke

                                         when the fair came to the mall (when I was a kid)

                 
                                       election

                                    mutiny on the prairie (#oil)

Round town...

                               tracks, front street.

                      storm a coming

                      West End buildings

400 PPM!

We have reached our goal of 400 parts per million, which is a number measuring carbon in our atmosphere. Climatologists say that to go above 350 PPM is very dangerous and could have catastrophic affects on our climate and our planet.
The last time we were at 400 PPM was about 3 million years ago, during the Pliocene period, when sea levels were 18-131 feet higher than they are today.
Scientists started keeping records of this rise in CO2 in 1958, when the measurement was 316 PPM.
Since then, the rise in CO2 has been charted on something called a Keeling Curve graph. If you want to depress the shit out of yourself, go check out a Keeling Curve.
I guarantee you will want to stick your head in the collective sand, just as most of our World leaders have chosen to do.

Tomorrow marks the beginning of the climate change talks in Bonn.

Canada will be sending an outsourced, temporary, foreign, Indonesian monkey to take notes and report back.

For more information on how to actually help the situation, see 350.org

Or, listen to the words of Bill McKibben.

Or don't. But, don't forget your sunscreen.

Or your life jacket...

GITMO (for freedom!)

166 prisoners left...

Unlawful Combatants

as of March 2013
No defence
No charges laid against them
11 years
over 4000 days
on their knees
no sound
no sight
burning in the Sun

Breaks consist of someone screaming at you
or loud, crushing music being played for hours at a time

There shall be a debt to pay for this, my friends

Pictures by Phone...

                      New West overpass, sunset

                      Alley behind Goblin Studios

    Sunrise, Langley

                      Sunrise, Langley no. 2

Vampire Barn

wild horses

Backpacks full of weapons
maybe explosives
video games and insane parents
left a generation tired before they were old
strip malls and middle names are in the news again
Gits harder every day
Making new fuel discoveries
and unprecedented flooding
Sports cars and hope for the lottery
drive our ambitions
and loss of youth
It is the truth we are afraid of
It is the math we can't deny
We know the way
All those asphalt cities tell a story
We spend all of our money
The dirt is dry
The wings are spread
for all the stories you could tell
I wish you well, my friend
It is all style and no difference
Like a scarecrow in the yard, scaring everyone
not only the birds

One of the greatest albums of all time... The Soft Bulletin

I know that if you know me well, then you know about my mild obsession with the OKC band, the Flaming Lips. This Pitchfork documentary is a must-see for those of you that are not familiar with the band. They are true, uncompromising artists in every sense of the term. The Soft Bulletin is a masterpiece of auditory accomplishments, a grand and beautiful collection of songs.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=widmy3lqT_w

CRAZY

I heard the news today oh boy

Those mutherfuckers took the town again

bullets fly I don't know why

To drive our cars to the mall and the bank

Don't cry don't fight don't go out at night

Love is all we have

don't waste it

Keep it close to the annals of your heart

Don't tell anyone

they will think you are crazy

And they will come for you

WORDS by tony.

Senses run like a train or a horse

Of course You are the one

Sending me laughing and reckoning into the night

Youth is a game like life itself

The time I ran was when I saw no other way

Every day, we learn the ways and the words of others

Teach ourselves to live in this grown up world

Like a firework or my alarm clock, the noise you cannot escape

Like space, time seems like it was a waste

And Pictures.

Fuck Monsanto!

http://growtest.org/articles/5-million-farmers-sue-monsanto-for-7-7-billion/