August 2011
3 posts
wanna know what i want right now? (episode 1)
orange juice (some pulp)
Jumping Saucer Art
mechanics believe that there was a founding father by the name of Roger J. Olsen. it is believed that he created what we know now as ‘toilet paper.’ thank you Roger!!!
Architecture
what does it mean to actually build a house? does it mean that you wrap it around your finger and say “wah la! das ist complete!” or does it simply mean that when the moon is cut in half, the seeds of a house start to come to life, springing magical fairy tales throughout our world? i think it’s the latter, to be quite honest. the heart is a pure thing. it’s closest...
July 2011
7 posts
It's Coo Bra
i can see you crying from the helicopter. you are too high for me to reach. come back down, down to the ground. i will take you away. the storm’s gone, but i’m still cold. the sink’s clogged, and so am i. what does it take to relax now? a drink, a pill, broken glass in our eyes?
Humdinger. Free-form.
if the smell of tomatoes didn’t make your heart sting, then your smile would be broken into tiny pillars of sadness. one night more and the days would be golden like the moon’s limelight. purple apples don’t exist, but i imagine that if they did, there would be 16 children who’d call for them to play songs on their violins. slow. fast. mid-tempo. all of that. and more....
Hey!
– Everyone
ARTICHOKE MUSTARD!!!!
Artichoke mustard.
Does it exist? No. Will it exist? Maybe. Do I exist? No. Will I exist? Aww hell yeah!
All night long, the blisters burst. Am I wrong, believing in thirst?
Classic Blink hijinx
markhoppus:
Hey Tom!!!
June 2010
9 posts
I HATE THIS! (episode 1)
I HATE WHEN YOU THINK YOU HAVE ENOUGH DEODORANT LEFT TO DO BOTH PITS, BUT YOU END UP ONLY HAVING ENOUGH TO DO ONE OF THEM!!!!
I HATE THIS!
Taylor Swift is too tall...
dear taylor swift-
i would kiss your mouth if you weren’t so damn tall! i can only reach your bellybutton… probably.
love, brad
COOTIE CATCHER →
one of my bands!!!
THE GLASS GENTLEMEN →
one of my bands!
Skim milk looks like watered down sperm.
– Me
October
the leaves were gold, the sky was old.
but if only there was a story to be told…
oh wait there is. it’s golden like piss.
mother fucker, is that what you call a kiss?!
the heat was cold, the ice was hot
fuckin’ bitch, i will give it a shot
i told the man to go to hell,
and he threw me down into a windowless well…
october, october, how dare you shit on me,
the...