I dunno if I’ve ever mentioned this, but Kiss From A Rose is my JAM.
dangerousinstincts asked: But then again, since when is it not fair game to make fun of white people? And if we want to go there, how come we don't distinguish between European white and American white and Canadian white, etc? I am definitely not even remotely the same kind of stereotype as some of the Euros I know. They're crazy motherfuckers.
okay so this coffeeshop has been playing "867-5309...
Reality is crumbling around me. Obviously this calls for a sandwich.
femme-in-floral asked: so you're saying people will be racist in purpose? make people feel bad, just to be "contrary"? See to me that makes me want to speak out more against racism. if people don't understand the weight of what they're doing when they wear a racist halloween costume, that means to me that there's a lot of educating i still need to do. so no, i will never shut up about it.
the lulz never stop
wtfwhiteprivilege: vaccerelli: dear everyone who’s complaining about racist costumes on halloween, grow the fuck up already. jesus titsmoking bearfuck christ on a carousel. it’s fucking halloween. the more you complain, the bigger the backlash. you ever figured out it’s in human nature to be sarcastic and incredibly contrary? wait for the blackface. wait for it. yours, vaccerelli Of...
jesus fucked bears
Jesus Christ, son of God, fucked bears He did this in the green shroud of forest, while birds watched with camera eyes hooting and cheering on mother nature’s set The first bear stood still, fucked by the holy spear, looking into the eyes of the sky, wondering what was time
dear everyone who’s complaining about racist costumes on halloween, grow the fuck up already. jesus titsmoking bearfuck christ on a carousel. it’s fucking halloween. the more you complain, the bigger the backlash. you ever figured out it’s in human nature to be sarcastic and incredibly contrary? wait for the blackface. wait for it. yours, vaccerelli
oh, it’s gonna be one of THOSE nights, is it…
THAT'S RIGHT, THIS IS A HARD-ON OF BROODING MISERY
Well, I’m sitting here, drinking tea, and I have the saddest erection. Alright, that’s probably no way to start a story. I was standing around in the shower and thinking about why it’s wrong for guys my age to fuck eighteen year olds but it’s oddly, and significantly more acceptable to fuck nineteen year olds. It’s weird, but it’s true. No one except the truly...
guys, I want you to take a moment with me and think about what would happened if marijuana was legalized. think of the cost. more importantly, think, what would our stoner friends post links to on facebook twice a day, now?
live in Egypt in the past in the sand, where the gods ate hearts of kings while paintings watched with ink eyes, in the sand, where the kings gave their hearts to gods, statues, and the afterlife
but then maybe my life has been one big paradigm...
I assume people on the internet assume I don’t act like this and drink this much and do these things in real life because…because…actually I don’t know why. Apparently there’s just some barrier in documentation, that you can’t be a spastic fuckhead, and still write about it coherently at some point. COGNITIVE DISSONANCE OR SOME SHIT
the 22 facebook pictures of friends
I have a lot of friends who don’t use facebook for obsessive social networking and notification-grabbing and sharing of links; in and of itself, they just use it to comment on birthdays and post pictures of parties. however — however! I’ve noticed something. they all have the same distribution of 22 profile pictures. as follows; 4 couple pictures - 2 silly - 2 romantic 3...
but anyway, she says, trying to wrap her jaw around some stretch of food, what did you do today perplexed by movement, I watch as she smiles around ground beef, grinding around gristle, and wonder what it’d be like to fuck her face, just really shove her head all the way down watch her come up gasping with a moan, a look in her eyes like a submarine or a u-boat in foreign waters, legs...
girl: [staring at me]
girl: condescending prick.
THE GREATEST TACO BELL RUN EVER
Hungry, I stumble into a Taco Bell/KFC combo. I mean “hungry, and broke”. The first thing I notice is the line is longer than normal, and it’s mostly preposterously overweight people who look like Fat Albert. The notable exception are the giant smiling guy who is second in line, and the head of the line. The head of the line is an old Chinese woman, who as far as I can tell,...
the internet in coffeeshops
it sits across the table from me, in a nicer suit, sipping some white mocha latte foam creation of science, some cancer researcher hauled off task to make foam creamier and cheaper, and it smiles with tiny even white teeth holding out a hand, making unsubtle, sexual motions at me, and after a moment, I just nod
in high school I knew this slut, I don’t mean that unkindly, she just kind of fucked everyone, as you do she was a sweet girl who got too pretty, too much attention, with great big everything winding up all the hormone-shaped boys in our class dealing with her issues, banging a steady series of stiff inexperienced dicks sucking her way through the higher grades now, she’s left...
listen, I’ll apologize for not doing the dishes and leaving socks hanging around the closet like traitors cast to the noose, when you apologize for having such great tits with that flowing mane of hair that makes me try to get home early every night so I can make all sorts of awful noises with you
Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we’re being...– John Lennon
given all the earthquakes, police states, and super sexy ultraviolence around the Bay Area recently, I have no choice but to conclude that the “Event” which leads to the ultimate Orwellian nightmare societies is slowly unfolding before us. fortunately, I have a plan; drink myself senseless during the process, survive the post-apocalyptic earthquake whatsis, and then sign up for the...
victorianette: I should probably go live in California for a month with Daniel to wake my soul up and expose myself to new surroundings and people and stimuli. And also to finally quench my 6-years-long thirst for the love/hate of my life. ZE HEART WANTS WHAT ZE HEART WANTS!
okay me wanting you in me is just like default. it is the constant undercurrent...– gypsy Victoria
another night in San Francisco
first to Mrfb’s little Amnesia shindig, then off to the TL for a crazy house party.
I Maed U A Mixtape, Bay Bee - Volume One
Though I Hear You Calling, I Will Not Answer - The White Stripes Connected - Stereo MC’s Party And Bullshit (Ratatat Remix) - Notorious B.I.G. Let The Good Times Roll Pt. 1 - RJD2 When You Start The War, Fight With Arrows, Spears, And Swords - Yasushi Ishii Wild America - Iggy Pop Do Ya Think I’m Sexy (Cover) - The Revolting Cocks Lotion - Greenskeepers Vanquished -...
My entire adult life I’ve had this odd paranoia I’m going to die at the hands of a beautiful blonde girl, so, I tend to (although not always) steer clear. Which is apparently Hitchcockian. Finding this out, I immediately went on a hunt and found several interesting articles not on just Hitchcock’s psychology towards blonde, but social, psychological, and a couple of metaphysical...
HEY GUYS WHEN WE STOP USING THE WORD "HIPSTER"...
well between the crippling amounts of drinking, the stress of the job hunt, the lack of stable living space, and yet another onset of grey hairs…life’s been interesting, fellas, been real interesting-like.
FUCK THIS INCREDIBLY UNPLEASANT PERPETUALLY SUNNY...
bring back my noir movie san francisco dammit!
Weird woozy hangover. Must be the mixing wine. Time to re-start watching Carnivale.
The gun goes off and white birds fly in every direction and for a second winter is loud, material, active. Then the birds land, and encompassing void of cold drifts in, painless, sterile. The body on the ground stares up, or is trying to. Off to the side, she looks at me, still mad. Great, she says. Fucking great. Forensics much? Shut up, I say. I can’t think of anything else. She...
with apologies to Sam Swanson
I will establish the funk persona of the devil while touring in a fiery red bus, demanding oral sex and pinball machines from a god-like manager, and play electric bloody ricochet soul classic songs, feel-good blues riffs in blasting rickety guitar beat grooves, while my manager tugs on his white beard and stares down stacks of accounting breaking gigs and groupies up and down the boisterous...
"Don’t worry, you’ll never go there."
Not true — I’ve been to that spot, north of London. where the hills are a color of green you never see in the movies and the cobblestones on the street smile at you underfoot, and the people have a murmur of constant amusement, like the great joke of life itself is all punchline, for them. where the towns all have fountains older the civilization and the bookstores smell properly musty...