I’m sorry, my love, but my hellophone is hellaborne.
But, my sweetest, do not stain the sweet stench
Of our unholy union with the unruliness of
Dropped dabblings on the digital divide.
My heart will stay with you until hell gets hot again,
Until we stir-fry our sweat by the Styx!
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“Rome is burning, and the ashes makes me cough.”
The last sentence on the eulogy to his youth was written. He poured himself another glass of wine, and could almost smell the bitter smell of kerosine from teenage pranks, the sweet taste of women’s lips during adolescence. The meticulously written statement was a testament to what a man passing into adulthood wanted to remember rather than what had occurred. It was like an old man saying “when i was young…”. Nothing more than one mans dream of having a youth living up to the ridiculous standards set by parents stories of conquests and adventures. As he sank deeper into the leather chair he contemplated adulthood, its few perks, and its many responsibilities. He swiftly decided that it was to be procrastinated at all costs. The immense power of nostalgia and psychological comfort was not given up easily, especially for one as self-loathing as himself. Perhaps the fault in the previous generation was not in the infatuation with lady majority in itself, but forcing themselves into her, instead of letting her envelop them. Or perhaps he simply could not see that his faults where merely reflected in his stars, his unwillingness to look into himself the only thing keeping him from recognition.
It might be a bit tasteless, but i still think its well made.
One of the most dangerous ways Homosexuality invades family life is through popular music. Parents, please keep careful watch over your children’s listening habits. Especially in this age of Internet mp3 piracy.
There are multiple levels of Gay Music. Some bands are what we like to call Gateway Bands. They lure children in with Pop Grooves and Salacious Melodies leaving them wanting more. They’ll move on to more dangerous bands and the next thing you know you’ve got a homosexual for a child.
We’ve taken the time to highlight the bands that are particularly Gay. Please take the time and dissect your child’s CD / iTunes catalog. If you find 3 or more of these bands in their collection it is time to take action.
We Strongly recommend that you burn the CDs. Make sure your child is watching. Make sure they can feel the heat. It is crucial that the image remains emblazoned in their young minds. They need to know that if they continue to listen to these bands they may Burn eternally as well.
For the list of so called “gay” bands go to:
Why do they write code, build complex applications, publish graphs - why do they organize a team that is more effective than most startup companies? Says Zombocom: “For the lulz”.
Is there anything in your sky?
What did you want to find
when you reached for the stars?
Did you find that it was empty,
Did you find that your dreams are null?
Parking lot town, people combine letters
And called it their burden, their excuse
Why did you do that? Didn’t you see that everyone
have one, does their chain have any more importance
‘cause its got a backronym on it?
We cry on the divian,
But our hour is up,
The next victim of a society gone wrong
takes our place
A cornflower blue pill slids down my throught
In kindergarden i traded it for my friends lipstick reds.
Timelapse: Fuckade runt med inställningarna för färg och kontrast… om jag bara hade riktat kameran mot skyn istället…
(via francisandthelights)
05:05
på natten lever jag i min egen värld, och i min egen tid.
05:06. jag går och kokar kaffe. låten tar slut och jag spelar den en gång till. bara en. snart ska jag gå till skolan. 05:09.
Solsken!
A smoking from my prom. When you buy it you imagine yourself looking like James Bond in it, but when you wear it, the style is lost somewhere in between the pimples and the unimpressive body.
A photograph from my first night drinking. Holding a cigarette and a bottle of vodka, my eyes are bloodshot, my smile is slightly south of desperate, and my shirt is the kind of shirt that mothers buy for teenagers when they think that they are still nine.
A cigarette butt with lipstick on it. Wine red, bordering on black, and the wrinkles of the lips left a clearly defined texture. It was from my first sexual encounter with an older woman, in a upscale hotel in Dakar.
A picture from shame-watch, a tradition when i would sit upon my roof, watching the girls of the neighborhood return to their houses on saturdays and sundays, hung over and contrite. I would photograph them and put the pictures on a website, for everyone to see. Why, you ask? For the fuck of it.
A parents love
I’ll write you a haiku,
Just to make you start counting syllables.
And I’ll write you a book
Just so you’ll have something
To call you names when I’ve gone
And I’ll sing you a song without vowels,
Whenever you try to sing along,
You’ll just feel dumb
(You’ll stop then, won’t you?)
But I’ll sing your praises until
I deem that you had enough
(But less is more, right?)
I’ll get rid of all your bad habits,
I’ll make you feel depressed
Long after my cold heart stops beating
But, you see my darling,
Thats just what a parents love is ALL about!
A generation of men,
Refusing to grow up
Since they saw it
in the list of faults of their fathers
We now roam academia,
Dropping out and re-enrolling
For as long as i have an excuse
For the eleven A.M. cocktail
I will drink my maturity away
We are the students of life.
After adolescence, before adulthood
We laugh at cats with captions
While investing broken hearts
Into relationships without promise.
This world is about to ignite, and when that special someone throws a match at it, I’ll be the guy throwing lighter fluid on it.
