Bleed the pot ( Read more... )

i have to write this research paper. it's a big research paper. it's also literary vomit so far. a mess a mess a mess. BUT the key ingredient to this tasty debocle is that i get exposure to great artists. who likes the adverts? i do, mister, i do ( Read more... )

A few questions ( Read more... )

some words ( Read more... )

The world attacks; I attack back, rather half-heartedly, but nonetheless it is reciprocated. I attack; I cannot attack myself? Can I? I cannot attack my past, naturally. I cannot...can I ( Read more... )

I like the Pixies:

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My kingdom for a crown ( Read more... )

Well! It seems as though the previous amorous (practically...right? hell i'm rather sexually infiltrated right now, what with society, gossip, music, and all the otherb arts that would provoke such ideas) was a bit incoherent. So i understand that (ps a nod to cummings, although i feel proper grammar/capitalization is occasionally appropriate, take ( Read more... )

Maybe. But not even art can save us now. Status: Danielle is terrified of life, love, and her boyfriend. She's helpless and worrysome. What happened to that characteristic confidence and optimism? What happened to "Yeah, man, Yeah!" ? Why can't she get herself straight? Why can't she make herself tick? Where is art now? Where is it now ( Read more... )

I know a boy named Jimmy. I like him. He quotes nietzsche, because he's really disarming. His charm is known throughout all the lands of the world. He has the prettiest face one could ever imagine, like a princess. He is the best penguin that ever lived. So I do him. Es de Mexico ( Read more... )