i heart skinny white bitches

let me guess, you went to a performing arts school and love big sweaters?  you and i should kick it.

shout out to midget kiss

'zo

Kenzo Paris Fashion Show 2012 from SuperUber on Vimeo.

AIDS

66 imperial

can't front-- bitches brew sample is hard

if we can make fake titties the same way... gold.

WHOOOOO RICK FLAIR NIGGA!

gookin out

i dont know how many people in the world still read but if you read headlines in korea there have been a string of sex crimes in korea.  dudes raping children, dudes raping women, dudes raping animals-- ridiculous amounts or rape.

i'm pretty sure its because korea is breeding a race of super perverts to one day storm japan and rape back some 60 years of occupation.

its hard to rape for a cause but one day we will overcome.

rape on yall.

running it all day

Heavy D Tribute Mix by Dj Premier Blog Radio on Mixcloud

homies

i got nothing

love

the wailers- teenager in love cover 1960's

somebody needs to clean their records.





i'm not a teenager but i understand the sentiment.

quill-- the rad one.

if you want to cry like a bitch, watch Quill.  its on netflix.

somebody had to do it

ok ok ok ok

frank ocean [pyramids] from nabil elderkin on Vimeo.

oops. my bad.

meaty ogre

who would've thunk that this fat fuck would end up crazy?  well-- other than donald trump.

bros.

joe jackson

hoop dreams

i want dat.

getting old

i sit at home
i drink light beer
and wonder when 90s alt will come back.

uhhhhh......

already seen it.  Its called "antichrist."  Its on netflix.

Mr. William Dafoe, you sir, look much better on film.

jane fonda was a freak

i don't remember moving to indonesia

i miss mspaint

new new

new new.

Your death.


 I'd assume it would lack the glorious momentousness that you've always dreamed up. Just a little sputter then a sizzle leaving a wave or two of grey fumes like snuffing a candles between calloused fingertips. Neither early nor late, you'll pass just when no one will be willing to spare the empathy. But for all the grievances you live on, that fuel you, you'll play that black mariah when the time is right. Stained yellow teeth and crooked lips will whisper "there's that bitch of spades," before retiring above the cold side of pillows flattened by the gravity of their empty heads. Like you sleep, they sleep. The difference is, when you lay your head for the last time-- movements before you fall to slumber you'll ask yourself, "was it right?"

 btw... suicide notes are for bitches.


EAT A DIAAAAAAAAA...

catch me at the crib getting light to jeff mangum

what happens to a hipster when he gets old?

mami that's what doobies do

vanessa bayer's teeth and a lesbian walk into a bar

this explains everything

Mr. Horton touched a lot of kids.

still ill.

osmosis

I have no idea what free radicals are. I do know they exist. I know through osmosis and the sheer will of some marketing guru that I should drink their Acai berry flavored drinks to combat renegade free radicals that want nothing more than to harm me and the American way of life. There is a mass of knowledge that I know incontrovertibly-- free of the thumb-tacs and yarn that connect said knowledge from the scientific reasoning (read: suppositioning, testing, hypothesizing) that would define that knowledge's existence as a wrinkle in my brain. I know because I know. It is knowledge because I have it. The epistemology of that thought is confounding. Yet the amount of conditioning required for me to know certain things as true can't be all that much. I know that Katy Perry is a whore that likes to be choked out. I know that Ron Artest masturbates with his socks on. I also know that there is a framework around what I KNOW as true because it was implanted in my head, yet outside that frame is what is actual truth. To actually find my way outside of the framework into true truth is only as necessary as my urge to hate people. What does that mean? It means that the MATRIX is bullshit. If any man achieved enlightenment because he was shown the truth and that the world he once knew was a complete facade-- i'm pretty sure he'd go back into that fake world and donkey fuck the shit out of everything. Why? Because there is no calamity if you destroy a world that is fake-- dude... its fake. Oh but wait, what's the point in trying to destroy something vehemently that is of no consequence? I keeps up on my cardio my nig but that's a lot of work, b. In other words, being ignorant is easier. Ignorance is that $10 tip you give at a massage parlor to get a tug job because its just way easier than doing it yourself. All these things make sense to me. What doesn't make sense is FAT bitches from the south that have no skills in debate standing in front of a camera working oh so hard to not make a point. I grow bored of trying to pontificate on a point that I actually have no stake in. I'm not gay sooo I don't really give a fuck. So my point is... fat bitches should keep quiet.

YOU DON'T GET AN OPINION

And that is how you blog half heartedly.

EAT A DICK

chloe

Fellini FTW

LLLLLLRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

i'm pretty sure chief keef says "A FART NIGGA THAT'S THAT SHIT WE DON'T LIKE." which make this the best song ever.

dope

UNGAWA

sick

i can't believe they did womens for spring 2012

JUN TAKAHASHI got the juice now.

and for you dick riders... junya hasn't been dope in years.


http://www.undercoverism.com/

dgaf

easter

life

15 was a good age

somebody punch this hoe.

April 29, 1992. The day a gang of immigrants learned the word "insurance."

pew pew.

awesome.

i wonder what the family (stone) reunion looks like

chloe, i love you.

love,

creepy old guy.

yes.

if you're gonna waste your time at least do a new song.

99 Problems In Film (EM) from Eclectic Method on Vimeo.

GOAT

mexicans in paris

the radio on my car is stuck on latino FM 96.3. the very idea of this song makes me crack up though.

#getthatcornouttamyface

#annocondasqueeze

fuck parking attendants

anybody that parks in my building that doesn't have a parking pass has to pay five dollars. today, i was asked to park my buddy's car in my building for logistical purposes. as i pulled in the attendant asked me to pay the parking fee. i reached into my wallet and only came up with two washingtons-- i had just purchased a pack of cigarettes which costs the better part of a ten dollar bill (fuck.). so i said to him, "hey buddy, i live here." which usually gets the nod of approval with the unspoken understanding (at least with the regular attendant) that i'd pay the balance upon return to the car in an unspecified time between now and fucking tomorrow. he insisted i pay. i explain that i would need to park the car go up and get the few remaining dollars and come back down. i tried to stretch various words and emote with my eyes and hands to both make sure he understood english as well as express the inconvenience of the whole idea.

+++

i reached in to my jar of loose change and the first hand full of coins had eight quarters and a one dollar coin after carefully brushing away the pennies, nickles and dimes. i walk all the way back to where the attendant is and give him the $5 i had scrounged up. he looks at the dollar coin and says he can't accept it. he's never seen one before (double fuck.). i doth protested, yo.

how does this incan-looking, native-ass, dirt farmer mother fucker not know who sacajawea

is?

+++

stalemate. i had to give in and went to get another dollar. i went upstairs, walked to the jar of changed and reached in. all i need is 4 more quarters. but wait a minute...

+++

"uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco..."

its been 10 minutes. he looks mad. i wonder if he's mad that it took so long for me to come back or the fact that he has to count 500 pennies now.

"dicisiete, dieciocho, diecinueve.."

fuck this fool.

commies love the 80's.

still crack

symbology