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@kurtsh@mastodon.social
2024-12-06 07:57:59

Dude gets so into #DepecheMode live & NAILS everything I love.
DM fans ALL know Dave Gahan's act during #EnjoyTheSilence but watching it thru a new eyes is awesome.
"FIRST TIME HEARING 'Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence'" -

@livia@sciences.social
2025-02-04 10:24:09

Did I mention I love Floating Points? Someone recommended Cascade to me and I couldn't stop listening to it. It's a beautiful album, full of fast paced club-electronica, with a gorgeous ambient ending.
Check it out: floatingpoints.bandcamp.com/al

album cover
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.com
2024-11-19 00:10:01

Sonnet 089 - LXXXIX
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence:
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name n…

@samir@functional.computer
2024-12-20 20:36:31

@… @… I love this SO MUCH

@isewvinyl@sunny.garden
2024-11-21 14:57:06

Don’t be a sucker!
I love the National Archives
youtu.be/vGAqYNFQdZ4

@hieronymus@chaos.social
2025-01-02 13:36:45

#Trash #Adiction
I just love to watch #JudgeVondaB #paternity

@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.com
2024-11-19 02:15:59

Sonnet 142 - CXLII
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those
W…

@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.com
2024-11-19 11:34:06

Sonnet 026 - XXVI
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it:
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
Points on me graciously with fair a…