kaomaru:

sleepyblossom: I am absolutely not doing everything in the world at the same time, what the hell are you talking about

kaomaru: yeah

kaomaru: of course not

kaomaru: because like

kaomaru: you never try to do everything

kaomaru: at the same time

kaomaru: ever

kaomaru: your whole life

kaomaru: EVER

Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?

Above is a fake menu handed out at a food festival in Brooklyn last weekend, which was just read to me in its entirety over the phone, whilst I peed myself silly. A few highlights:

Shitty Chicken - Spanked with cinnamon-garlic dirt and dimpled with a freshwater whale-tit sauce

Moby Dick Platter - Plankton pie, algae mash, blubber balls, and two buckets of seawater served on water-damaged planks of driftwood

Groiled Tenderbeef - On a toasted corn yeast loaf with doodled onions. Served maux maux.

Devil’s Meatcup - Christened with a side of greyed chicken spikes

Degrounded Puregrass - Drickled with Morton’s poolside salts (serves 19)

*All Tiny Turdz meals served with Kidz Koffee (Donka Bean) and triple-scoop of panty slaw

D Live in Concert at Pacific Media Expo 2011 in Los Angeles, California, USA – Part 2/2

Photo coverage by me/Synchro Multimedia Group. Click here for more!

D Live in Concert at Pacific Media Expo 2011 in Los Angeles, California, USA – Part 1/2

Photo coverage by me/Synchro Multimedia Group. Click here for more!

sleepyblossom: I am absolutely not doing everything in the world at the same time, what the hell are you talking about

kaomaru: yeah

kaomaru: of course not

kaomaru: because like

kaomaru: you never try to do everything

kaomaru: at the same time

kaomaru: ever

kaomaru: your whole life

kaomaru: EVER

Fast to the End

Maintain the bearing that you left with:
Fifteen degrees north of anywhere
Try not to feel the shake in your hands
Just close your eyes and go fast to the end

Breathe in the white clouds
And wait
Freeze out the world with
Ice crystals on the windscreen
And you’re in the pilot’s chair

Mayday, ground control to no one:
Empty the seats and put away the maps
You’ve been away, past the far horizons
Close your eyes and sleep fast to the end

Breathe in the white clouds
And wait
Freeze out the world with
Ice crystals on the windscreen
And you’re in the pilot’s chair

Faster

It’s a bumper sticker!

John Collier - Queen Guinevere’s Maying, 1900

For thus it chanced one morn when all the court,
Green-suited, but with plumes that mocked the may,
Had been, their wont, a-maying and returned,
That Modred still in green, all ear and eye,
Climbed to the high top of the garden-wall
To spy some secret scandal if he might...

Alfred Tennyson - Idylls of the King: Guinevere, 1859

Facing your fears of people different from you is realizing that we’re all equally human and we’re all just living our lives.

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