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Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Tuesday, 16 July 2019
Monday, 15 July 2019
Come Ups & Let Downs
Everything is a huge letdown
And a huge come up
Sell your soul to the devil in you
The first person you have to con
Sell your soul to the devil in you
Keep what you can
Row row row your bot
Direction of the stream
The only time the river sucks
Is when you’re going the wrong way.
Go with the flow, you hoe
Prostitution is legal.
Kill the crowd
Cheat the crown
Steal from the old
They dying anyway.
Manipulation is key.
Children and seniors
They don’t have any option
So take a page from their book.
Big picture, big picture
See only the crowd
Keep them at arms length
They ain’t as smart as me.
If they were, they’d be where I’m at
Not working
Money free.
Everything is fake and gay
Oh wait I guess that’s me.
Everything is so fake and gay
Fuck me sideways, senator.
Inner peace is justified
When outer lust is pacified
Yoga drugs sweat and/or fear
Embrace your sick desperation
Embrace your sickness
Embrace your self
Die, die alone.
Die young.
Have affairs.
Justify yourself, you fuck--
Or live long and suck.
Saturday, 9 March 2019
Honolulew Part 1
How did HappyMan learn to fly?
Impenetrable, invulnerable feather skin.
His race class has evolved past the ideology of defense mechanisms thereby having created a dimension void of cleromancy.
(Cleromancy is a form of sortition, casting of lots, in which an outcome is determined by means that normally would be considered random, such as the rolling of dice, but are sometimes believed to reveal the will of God, or other supernatural entities. [Wikipedia])
The bluff: My hotel and restaurant rating blog clocked 1 million hits this month alone.
The con: free food and shelter.
Why it works(ed): it started today.
How we do: we fucking ball.
Controversializing a divided nation
C:/ America: the democratic republic split in half. Undivisible? Nah. 100% divided 50/50. Democratic. Republican. Its probably a much older debate, though.
Honolulu is “No Public Restroom”, HI. Mad potential; zero culturally interesting XP. Does anyone care about dolphin art? No, because 1996 already happened and every shred of fair/exhibition ring-toss garbage existed and was tossed out with glistening particle board.
Hawaii—Honolulu... ew. Just ew.
If the art and clothing aren’t trashy Santa Monica condo-creep caught mid-pacific garbage, the tourist population is an undertow of what happens when people keep saying, “I can’t even draw stick figures.”
No style points out of ten.
Airwaves are caught in Honolulu like a triangle: anti-graffiti sentiment posters (you know who you are) can eat eight octodicks and say ten hail Mary’s. Repulsed.
I mist amidst the occasional crashing on hotel sofas because the concierge admits I look white and prominent so I must be there for a reason (you are never really poor in a Scabal blazer). One by one we wear their sofas a la second hand as an ultra-rich tapestry of specific-use human beings hum about in Japanese, Mandarin, and Korean. Mostly I love the high-end posters coaxing their beautiful woven eyelids with subpar white female models. Killer kawaii, Hawaii.
All time best gimmick: children busking. Real talented rugrats hang onto keys like dangling from tree branches while all unclimbed super-trees are accented by lines of tents—an emerging subsociety rages and optional homelessness subsists within an economic category of its own undertaking. An addendum on gimmicks—you can’t have two children performers on the same boulevard; or, I mean, you can... but, the novelty is washed out with the tide.
Loiterer unfriendly sunny Honolulu is the perfect model of These United States: anxious for the division to result in its inevitable civil war during the next democratic term.
Next: Grimes—Role Model or Psychic Terrorist? JK bitxh.
Elon, dear. We must chat.
Thursday, 14 February 2019
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