Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
chicago, resprised.
solider field bathroom, chicago, illinois NFC divisional round.
some patron decides to cut the line for the urinals
super fam 1: hey, asshole, there's a line here
super fan 2: yeah, faggot, everyone hates you.
super fan 1: hey asshole you must be from france.
asshole: i'm from southside.
superfan 1: yeah south france, you asshole.
DTLA
so they say, "the last one's on it claim it the hardest." so is true for downtown los angeles.
hello dickhead,
nice to meet you. i'm glad you find that you have to announce to the socially networked that you're progressive enough to live in a shithole like downtown. but let me explain something to you. this shithole doesn't belong to you so stop claiming that its your sandbox. you should do the sensible thing and move back to the burbs because poking your chest out and marking your territory doesn't make you a silverback, it makes you the kid on the short bus that ate glue instead of learning how to socialize.
these streets used to smell like bums and piss. now it smells like summers eve masked under a fog of aqua di gio (if you don't get it-- i'm calling you a douchebag).
META
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
occupational hazard
on a serious note, rape is no joking matter. statistically one in four women are raped. meanwhile for men boys, only 1 out of 6 . i don't really have a point... and neither did cheryl when she told me this bullshit, but i still pretended to listen anyhow.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
love.
with a name like that i can only assume you're a lesbian.... or into weird shit. so, let it be known, i'll let you pee on me if you're into that sort of thing.
love,
HR
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Une allée du Luxembourg
Elle a passé, la jeune fille,
Vive et preste comme un oiseau :
À la main une fleur qui brille,
À la bouche un refrain nouveau.
C’est peut-être la seule au monde
Dont le coeur au mien répondrait,
Qui, venant dans ma nuit profonde
D’un seul regard l’éclaircirait !
Mais non, ma jeunesse est finie…
Adieu, doux rayon qui m’as lui,
Parfum, jeune fille, harmonie…
Le bonheur passait, il a fui !
Gérard de Nerval
fuck off 2010.
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