Who grows the #Monopoly Man mustache on their forehead?? #nicehairdick (Taken with instagram)
I wonder how the witness identified him. Give this man a medal.
This one goes out to all the dudes in dresses who came out in staggering force this Halloween. Werk it guyls.
“Andrew in Drag” off The Magnetic Fields’ most recent album Love at the Bottom of the Sea.
Chris Finley’s Baboon Bride
I had the ridiculous pleasure of seeing this piece in person at NYC MoMA’s Exquisite Corpses exhibit. I love the juxtaposition of this howling creature wearing such a delicate dress.
Laurie Lipton’s “Death of Romance”
Nothing special is permanent. If it was, we’d take it for granted.
This story is still unfolding but here are the sketchy facts that we know so far:
- Dude was naked.
- Acting rabid.
- It took 6 bullets to bring him down.
- Oh, and he was SNACKING on another man’s FACE.
Was this just another sparkling day in Miami, or is the sun fucking setting on humanity? Zombie plague or no, the only responsible thing to do when some asshole tries to have your face as a meal is to remove the head or destroy the brain. You don’t have to be Woody Harrelson or anything, but some general preparedness can make a huge difference. Just think, if there IS a disease giving people ravenous meat-lust, you’ll at least want to survive long enough to go looting and put a few more notches in the bedpost.
Best of luck out there,
Ana High
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May
16
DUB FX: Step on my Trip
It’s unbelievable that this song was created live and not professionally produced. Seriously, this guy must have been genetically engineered in a lab. Aliens must have beamed him down from the blackness of space to teach us a thing or two about live looping.
I got the Mexican Loneliness
Mexican Loneliness
By Jack Kerouac
And I am an unhappy stranger
grooking in the streets of Mexico-
My friends have died on me, my
lovers disappeared, my whores banned,
my bed rocked and heaved by
earthquake - and no holy weed
to get high by candlelight
and dream - only fumes of buses,
dust storms, and maids peeking at me
thru a hole in the door
secretly drilled to watch
masturbators fuck pillows -
I am the Gargoyle
of Our Lady
dreaming space
gray mist dreams —
My face is pointed towards Napoleon
—— I have no form ——
My address book is full of RIP’s
I have no value in the void,
at home without honor, -
My only friend is an old fag
without a typewriter
Who, if he’s my friend,
I’ll be buggered.
I have some mayonnaise left,
a whole unwanted bottle of oil,
peasants washing my sky light,
a nut clearing his throat
in the bathroom next to mine
a hundred times a day
sharing my common ceiling -
If I get drunk I get thirsty
- if I walk my foot breaks down
- if I smile my mask’s a farce
- if I cry I’m just a child -
- if I remember I’m a liar
- if I write the writing’s done -
- if I die the dying’s over -
- if I live the dying’s just begun -
- if I wait the waiting’s longer
- if I go the going’s gone
if I sleep the bliss is heavy
the bliss is heavy on my lids
- if I go to cheap movies
the bedbugs get me -
Expensive movies I can’t afford
- if I do nothing
nothing does
