Moi, je déteste la musique heureuse.

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piss on my shoes and tell me it’s raining

"KARMA"

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Coward Pussy

Pussy Coward

TRU, from Megan Amram: Anniversary

meganamram:

I can’t think of a better day to speak directly to my “demographic” – skinny 18-to-34-year-olds and spam bots. I am talking to YOU right now, Tweeters and Tumblrers and Bloggers and whatever the HECK else portmanteaus we can whip up while sitting in ironic coffee shops ironically listening to Spotify. We are coming of age in a culture not of un-enjoyment, but of anti-enjoyment. Passion is not just superfluous – passion is weakness. If you like things, you might like the wrong things, and then you’re WRONG with a capital “DOUBLE-U” with a capital “D”, and then you’re BAD and ugly and FAT and SUPER FAT. The Internet can’t figure out whether it wants to beatify things or damn them, so it just gets all sorts of contentious. Contention on the Internet is silly in the worst sense of the word. Personally, I hate confrontation. I like to think of myself as a sickly Victorian child, or a maybe a sickly geisha. Very demure and easily persuaded and sickly. If the Internet is a super highway, we all have road rage.

To participate in this chic backlash against passion is to have a small mind. In my humble, unimportant, normal-sized opinion, it is better to have a small BRAIN than a small MIND. If you have a small brain, you can still be a good, kind, hard-working, dumb person who can manage some sort of farm or daycare. If you have a small mind, however, you very well might hurt people with it. You are just getting a sliver of the delicious Bacon, Ham, & Cheese Lean Pocket that is being young in America.

Spending your youthful energy on combative, kinetic apathy is a waste. Stuff is AWESOME, GUYS.

yisgoodwin:

ball so hard…

Not Philly-related, but longtime readers will appreciate this…

loladelphia:

I was contacted by a self-proclaimed juggalette (female juggalo) on eHarmony! Her first question was, “Do you like Insane Clown Posse?”

I’m kind of surprised there isn’t a dating site exclusively for those who live that lifestyle!

hahahaha hell yea

lyrical mastermind

Self-loathing narcissist
Spittin’ crowbars out the back window of cars and shit
And acting like a klonopin binge-hardening
And switching up the moniker of artists into arsonists

Knock-knock, it’s that prodigal pen-throttle, bitch
Popping like the top of a bottle of hot JavaScript
Rhyme harder than nine joggers with
Shin splints dodging an ornery rhinoceros

Order me my waffles and bother me not, blogger
The option of being modest just walked to where my father went
Ponder how we can holler then spit darker
Than Gotham at six bars in the genre then lick shots

At imposters and miss nada, Volatile pig brawler
Is hotter than lit parliament, send in your fucking army
In the parking lot of a Target, I’m targeted, piss-harboring
Heart dark as that thick parka I slip markers in

Holla if you’ve never been a starter
Spartan kicking jocks and tossing salt at their Ed Hardy shit
Burning chops, talking shit, rocking 28’s on a rocket ship
So I could give a fuck about the car you in, nigga

Drooling chew aluminum
Blue ‘Preme overalls, jump when the Goombas come
Some of you should run from where the shooter’s come
Out for cheese with a studio, it’s like a gudda run, it glues to us

Shouts to pigeons that I flew amongst
Mouth deliver poop, it’s spouting mucus from its stupid tongue
Alpha male, got the chicken losing in his cruising trunks
Losers get a Kuma Punch, I’m moving like a puma’s lunch

And I’m back… bye

tarleton:

Installation by Maurizio Cattelan with text added by an anonymous artist

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

cantgohomeagain:

Grimes - Genesis

Mostly into the PUSSY hat

jesuisperdu:

joseph dylan ruymen