Negro Pobrecito* (just a spoonful of f*ck it )

● Franz Fanon, Rise of The Planet of the Apes and Caesar's Clothes
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mudwerks:

hi…

I have known fear!
And it tastes like something you didn’t order but are eating anyway
And not getting up because it’s raining
And not getting up because it was raining yesterday
And talking feverishly to a very interesting girl who clearly doesn’t want to kiss you

I have known sadness!
And it tastes like dirty mugs
And doing something very cool and nobody getting it, or caring quite frankly
And lettingg someone kiss you that you don’t find interesting, but hey man, at least someone’s happy-ish, right?

I have known enlightenment!
And it tastes like candy peppermint tea leaves
And summiting Everest on a bum knee
And kissing the perfect girl, probably

"You’re" (subject/object)


You’re sunlight.
You’re spring perfume.
You’re summer cicadas in Shaoxing: a Cardinals home game in July.
You’re Two Tahitian Women by Paul Gauguin
You’re unspoiled Africa
You’re wife material
You’re* dress is whiter than chastity
You’re the smell-of-freshly-mown-grass-under-the-sprinklers-on-a-sweltering-Saturday-with-sugar-water-waiting-and-kids-doing-that-thing-where-you-don’t-know-whether-they-are-screaming-or-laughing
You, *arrghh*…, stained, my shirt, for the third fucking time this month! How fucking hard could it possibly be to do my laundry properly?
Dinner’s wonderful by the way.
I mean what do you concern yourself with all day?
You are
not exactly being taxed, overly or otherwise,
Are you?”

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gregorygalloway:

Julius Henry “Groucho” Marx (October 2, 1890 – August 19, 1977)

gregorygalloway:

Julius Henry “Groucho” Marx (October 2, 1890 – August 19, 1977)

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screenshotsofdespair:

I want this as a blanket.
(via bzzrk from 01/30/09.)

screenshotsofdespair:

I want this as a blanket.

(via bzzrk from 01/30/09.)

self-portraiture 01/10/14

To survive death:
Feast on hunger,
Kill the king,
Trump the giant with a stone and a sling,
Read “perhaps the greatest words ever written” and promptly forget the whole thing,
Wring,
Symmetry until it breaks,
Elegise the drudgery,
Embrace the lonely,
Embrace loneliness,
Grasp that which owns itself,
Fail, and fail well,
Smile wistfully and
Cry laughing,
And laugh, and laugh, and laugh
Think clearly until you’re hopelessly lost
Drink until you think clearly,
Lie with painful honesty,
Trick the truth,
Shine the dark,
And dim the light.

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les-sources-du-nil:

David Seidner (1957-1999)
Rosima, 1985

les-sources-du-nil:

David Seidner (1957-1999)

Rosima, 1985

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a series of squares 4 squares in square shoes

I have seen ceilings
I have seen ceilings draped in balloons
I have seen ceilings burn in copper-bronze
vaulted and high as methamphetamine hydrochloride
 or crystal kings made cloud
low
as shoulders, lower still keeping hands to ground
I have seen kitchen ceilings
I have seen ceilings as parallelograms
I have seen ceilings flat squares
I have seen ceilings with hubris fans trying to flying to the ground
I have seen bedroom ceilings, bedroom ceilings, bedroom ceilings, bedroom ceilings
I have seen ceilings you can’t see
I have looked down on ceilings
I have dance on ceilings shamelessly
with shame the ceiling is always in flat ruler-backed embrace
the persistent spine however lies in a sensual s
jutting infinity of angles terrifyingly terribly straight
in the finitude of shape

the line that loved the dot

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