Atlanta. Hotlanta. Mylanta (peaches give me indigestion)
Posted November 22, 2009 at 9:18am
“Nostalgia” is a nice way of saying, “Man, I used to like some bullshit.”
“Wellness Formula” pills seem to be made of horse piss and taste worse than any disease. Whole Foods is a gypsy market with good lighting.
And yes, I did say “Let the night hold your secrets” to another man tonight. Sincerely.
Put something new into the world, reposters. I dare you. Define yourself by yourself, not by something you “discovered” 20 minutes before somebody else.
Posted November 21, 2009 at 11:13pm
I used to live with an alcoholic that insisted on using coasters in the house. Cirrhosis=fine. Sweat rings on the coffee table=unforgivable.
http://www.imdeadanditsallmyfault.tumblr.com
This is my online effort right now, everyone. It’s a blog of a man’s last words to his friend Douglas.
“It’s illegal to buy fireworks, sure, but I don’t remember hearing anything about making them on your own. It’s only called a pipe bomb if you blow it up because you hate America. If you love America, Doug, then it’s fireworks. See, I’m even painting little flags on them.”
the sickening whimsy of it all
when’s the last time you witnessed something awesome happening that didn’t have the magic of its occurrence destroyed by a thrusted camera phone?
i’m nostalgic for spontaneity and the retelling of great moments, because they made me want to get out and find out for myself. i never wanted to be on the listening end of “you had to be there,” but no one needs to say that phrase much anymore.
and yet i’m bitching about it in yet another forum overrun by pictures of twee desserts and people’s pets and self-involved quirk. please please please just take three seconds before occupying even more space and energy to determine whether or not what you’re submitting is for the benefit of others or for good or at the very least entertainment…or if it’s just to prove to yourself that you have unique sensibilities and you’re a special little google image-probing snowflake who got to the picture of the cat in the yoda costume first. there’s no prize. just another pile of used iphones in a dump in india somewhere, discarded because they couldn’t process the tweets of a million self-involved dolts trying to let the world know how good their binto box lunch was fast enough.
i’m sure this makes me sound self-righteous, but be sure i’m not patting myself on the back about it. just weighing in.
