I bet Cersei did it.
I bet Cersei did it.
Ate too much salsa
Dr. Cox is my spirit animal
The best brands use the nipples from fallen angels.
The nymphs of the
don’t remember how
to get out
- i don’t really either -
so they dance
- maybe a couple of them are -
pretending to be
stowing poems with
poorly hidden messages
the loose patio brick.
Mr. Brick feels
getting picked up
and set back in
wrong way round
- but thanks -
the gods because
he finally has a
- friend -
Think for a few moments,
before you hit “post”
Think and fucking
b r e a t h e
you don’t want to say that.
Maybe you misread what
And if you’re not sure,
just assume that Bambi’s
mother was right.
So take a breath.
Sniff a sniff,
smell a smell,
think a think,
and hit delete. Or at least
fix your typos.
In my house there is leftover pizza
and cold beer.
In my house there aren’t many people
in the grey morning,
but many more come when it gets a little dark.
In my house you can be who you would like.
In my house everyone is welcome,
we even have a mat that says so.
In my house young men talk
about quarks and
about becoming famous
In my house there are
always cups and cans and crusts
the feet of sofas.
In my house we worship women
and dead writers
and a big poster of James Dean.
In my house I have a walk-in closet
that I walk through
to a secret realm
- a magical place -
where I have
my very own kingdom.
In my house I could keep you safe.
In my house I could feed you
and dinosaur foot pancakes.
In my house we could be warm
and put ice cubes on our heads
in the summer.
In my house we don’t like
but we like to go on jolly rants.
We’re the jolly ranters.
In my house we a pro-happiness,
but if you need to sit
and have a good long cry
no one will stop you.
In my house I think someday we’ll
have a dog.
In my house we share a lot of things.
In my house there is love to spare.
In my house -
you are not in my house,
My house is very empty.
Bobby, the boy branded best butt biter, bore a brown beard. Bobby beat a band of bastard brothers boasting being better butt biters. The brothers both bit blue bonneted Bonnie’s beautiful bum. Bonny Bonnie bled badly, but before blushing Bonnie’s blood brushed Bonnie’s boyfriend’s boner, Bobby bested both brothers by biting a big black bear’s bare bottom - breaking bits of bone.
My favorite monologue of all time.
I first blackened my teeth in the communion line.
A priest administered the first drop on my virgin tongue.
Now I strive to get closer to christ,
and replace my blood with wine.
They could never find the grail,
the real holy chalice is a bottle of cheap red.
There is a tree in my garden that had grown
in a graveyard for a century. The bodies piled up,
so they uprooted it to make room for fresh dead.
There is no new way to talk about death.
We first invented language to say
My blood alcohol content gets Me closer to god
than any Sundays.
The Pope hasn’t gulpd this much blood.
It takes me three days to rise from my hangover.
By my hand there is light “clap on
clap clap, clap off.”
My roommate wrote this. Follow him.
Ukiyo-e Heroes is a project that recreates classic video games in the form of classical style Japanese paintings.
Haha this is really amazing!
Here’s how it works…