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thoughtsofablackgirl:

Hedy Epstein, a 90-year-old Holocaust survivor was arrested on Monday during unrest in Ferguson Epstein, who aided Allied forces in the Nuremberg trials, was placed under arrest “for failing to disperse.” 8 others were also arrested.
"I’ve been doing this since I was a teenager. I didn’t think I would have to do it when I was ninety," Epstein told The Nation during her arrest. “We need to stand up today so that people won’t have to do this when they’re ninety.” Epstein is currently an activist and a vocal supporter of the Free Gaza Movement. 

thoughtsofablackgirl:

Hedy Epstein, a 90-year-old Holocaust survivor was arrested on Monday during unrest in Ferguson Epstein, who aided Allied forces in the Nuremberg trials, was placed under arrest “for failing to disperse.” 8 others were also arrested.

"I’ve been doing this since I was a teenager. I didn’t think I would have to do it when I was ninety," Epstein told The Nation during her arrest. “We need to stand up today so that people won’t have to do this when they’re ninety.” Epstein is currently an activist and a vocal supporter of the Free Gaza Movement. 

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Dude, it’s like there are patterns in the matrix! The saturated rhythm of consciousness is humping my brain. I finally understand music. It just is. No one plays it. We are all just playing with ourself. A dead god ejaculating into a nuclear furnace of nothingness.

Dude, it’s like there are patterns in the matrix! The saturated rhythm of consciousness is humping my brain. I finally understand music. It just is. No one plays it. We are all just playing with ourself. A dead god ejaculating into a nuclear furnace of nothingness.

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Charity of a Fever Dream

When I was older we didn’t have internet or TVwe only had a giant radiothat didn’t work
Inside swama family of possumsglittering with rabies
we lay in bed still and listeningthe inescapable heatlike a rock-n-roll summer
the heavy breathing the stretching achethe subsonic howl
madness bloominginside of everything

Charity of a Fever Dream

When I was older
we didn’t have internet or TV
we only had a giant radio
that didn’t work

Inside swam
a family of possums
glittering with rabies

we lay in bed
still and listening
the inescapable heat
like a rock-n-roll summer

the heavy breathing
the stretching ache
the subsonic howl

madness blooming
inside of everything

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summer afternoons the backyard so quietyou can hear the TVin the house
an old rerun aboutthe future spacemanwho plays a fool
travels into the pastof our right nowand falls on his sword
and for a hot flash secondyou forget who you areyou forget everything
Everything.
all this sensuous griefuntucked and singingsubterranean veins of rustedblood and bone
we are no moreor lessthan everything

summer afternoons
the backyard so quiet
you can hear the TV
in the house

an old rerun about
the future spaceman
who plays a fool

travels into the past
of our right now
and falls on his sword

and for a hot flash second
you forget who you are
you forget everything

Everything.

all this sensuous grief
untucked and singing
subterranean veins of rusted
blood and bone

we are no more
or less
than everything

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Remember the asshole scandal of 2019? Photographer Gene Mauch opened a photography show in LA  featuring close ups of celebrity’s assholes. Miley Cyrus, Leonardo Decaprio, Jennifer Hudson, David Bowie, Johnny Depp, Madonna, ect.  Miley Cyrus even showed up at the gallery opening and posed for pictures pretending to tongue each and every celebrity asshole, especially her own. The photographer Mauch had snapshots of all the other celebrities signing big prints of all their own assholes. All the media outlets covered it as real news.
Of course it was fake and just a big promotional campaign for a charity for ass cancer. Miley Cyrus insisted her asshole picture was the real deal though, because she wasn’t happy with any of the stand in assholes pictures in the portfolio. An investigation revealed that all the pictures were actually of David Bowies asshole. Such a talent.
Then remember later that very same summer when our solar system collapsed and was shit out of the asshole of our sun into the dazzling Nexus dimension where everything was revealed to be one.
I don’t know why I feel the need to keep telling this simple asshole story to myself, about ourself. I guess I’m worried if I forget who we were it’ll lead to all kinds of dumb shit again.

Remember the asshole scandal of 2019? Photographer Gene Mauch opened a photography show in LA  featuring close ups of celebrity’s assholes. Miley Cyrus, Leonardo Decaprio, Jennifer Hudson, David Bowie, Johnny Depp, Madonna, ect.  Miley Cyrus even showed up at the gallery opening and posed for pictures pretending to tongue each and every celebrity asshole, especially her own. The photographer Mauch had snapshots of all the other celebrities signing big prints of all their own assholes. All the media outlets covered it as real news.

Of course it was fake and just a big promotional campaign for a charity for ass cancer. Miley Cyrus insisted her asshole picture was the real deal though, because she wasn’t happy with any of the stand in assholes pictures in the portfolio. An investigation revealed that all the pictures were actually of David Bowies asshole. Such a talent.

Then remember later that very same summer when our solar system collapsed and was shit out of the asshole of our sun into the dazzling Nexus dimension where everything was revealed to be one.

I don’t know why I feel the need to keep telling this simple asshole story to myself, about ourself. I guess I’m worried if I forget who we were it’ll lead to all kinds of dumb shit again.

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solid advice

solid advice

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In the future no one eats in restaurants. Restaurants still exist, and the poor and middle class still dine there. But no one eats at the fine restaurants anymore. The food is served only to be mocked and humiliated. It’s a high art that’s evolved into a serious religion. A kind of anti-communion where the more complicated and breathtakingly rare the dish, the more cruel and dismissive the commentary.  

The horror of what we’ve become will annihilate you.  And you will cry and weep until you laugh and laugh. Only to cry and laugh some more. It’s such a release.

One evening I was in one of the best restaurants in Miami Beach called Nanoo Nanoo. One of the specialties was an ancient tortoise’s head where the top of the skull was removed, revealing a golden glistening brain. It was surrounded by a color wheel of bluebird eyes on a bed of red, rare, edible orchids.

“What the fuck is this stupid pile of shit.” hissed Tad, our priest.

Tad is the best, with his wild David Lynchian hair and his uniform that looked like a reverse white on black Han Solo outfit.

“OMG!” Tad continued. “That turtle was 150 years old and still married?! What a fucking dipshit! And those orchids are specially crossbred to treat baby cancer. But they’re way too expensive and hard to grow.  And no one gives a shit about birds,” he laughed, snapping his finger above his head. “Only fucking psychos like birds.”

He threw the whole platter on the floor and yelled at an old man to clean it up. “Pronto!”

I wanted to fucking stab Tad’s eyes out. He truly is one of the best. The first time I went to Nanoo Nanoo I almost killed him. I had to be physically restrained. I know enough now to let it all run through me. Soon the sobs will rack my entire body. We all end up sobbing at how terrible we’ve become. Then we all just look at each other, blubbering like babies, and we laugh and laugh.  It’s all sooo incredibly freeing.

You’re gonna hate the future at first. But don’t worry, you’ll grow to love it.

In the future no one eats in restaurants. Restaurants still exist, and the poor and middle class still dine there. But no one eats at the fine restaurants anymore. The food is served only to be mocked and humiliated. It’s a high art that’s evolved into a serious religion. A kind of anti-communion where the more complicated and breathtakingly rare the dish, the more cruel and dismissive the commentary.  

The horror of what we’ve become will annihilate you.  And you will cry and weep until you laugh and laugh. Only to cry and laugh some more. It’s such a release.

One evening I was in one of the best restaurants in Miami Beach called Nanoo Nanoo. One of the specialties was an ancient tortoise’s head where the top of the skull was removed, revealing a golden glistening brain. It was surrounded by a color wheel of bluebird eyes on a bed of red, rare, edible orchids.

“What the fuck is this stupid pile of shit.” hissed Tad, our priest.

Tad is the best, with his wild David Lynchian hair and his uniform that looked like a reverse white on black Han Solo outfit.

“OMG!” Tad continued. “That turtle was 150 years old and still married?! What a fucking dipshit! And those orchids are specially crossbred to treat baby cancer. But they’re way too expensive and hard to grow.  And no one gives a shit about birds,” he laughed, snapping his finger above his head. “Only fucking psychos like birds.”

He threw the whole platter on the floor and yelled at an old man to clean it up. “Pronto!”

I wanted to fucking stab Tad’s eyes out. He truly is one of the best. The first time I went to Nanoo Nanoo I almost killed him. I had to be physically restrained. I know enough now to let it all run through me. Soon the sobs will rack my entire body. We all end up sobbing at how terrible we’ve become. Then we all just look at each other, blubbering like babies, and we laugh and laugh.  It’s all sooo incredibly freeing.

You’re gonna hate the future at first. But don’t worry, you’ll grow to love it.

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yuhuang:

yes it is

Happy Monday!

yuhuang:

yes it is

Happy Monday!

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The only thing I’m OCD about is my porn collection. I’ve spent years organizing it on my computer. It’s kinda like a game of solitaire that I always win. It’s a good way to unwind my mind of time and get happily trapped in the moment.
I once knew a woman who was OCD when it came to sex. She had to be banged very specifically. On first dates she’d give prospective mates the handbook. A beautiful leather-bound book. Over 700 pages long, full of explicit illustrations. That’s actually how I met her. We dated. I was totally into it. I mean, what a wonderful strange mind. I’m totally into weirdos, as long as they aren’t serious weirdos. Serious weirdos are the worst. Too serious about everything.
Anyway, I tried my damnedest to perform the complicated mating ritual and I’d failed her by page three. A lot of other people tried too. No one passed. Eventually all of us failures formed a big club. After a while, our club got too big and we got into boring philosophical arguments about the nature of fucking and etc. We split up into what are now the major religions of planet Earth.
I’ll be interested when someone figures out the right way to fuck the divine goddess. The legend states  that when she comes her scream will eradicate reality in its entirety. I’m dying to know what happens after that.

The only thing I’m OCD about is my porn collection. I’ve spent years organizing it on my computer. It’s kinda like a game of solitaire that I always win. It’s a good way to unwind my mind of time and get happily trapped in the moment.

I once knew a woman who was OCD when it came to sex. She had to be banged very specifically. On first dates she’d give prospective mates the handbook. A beautiful leather-bound book. Over 700 pages long, full of explicit illustrations. That’s actually how I met her. We dated. I was totally into it. I mean, what a wonderful strange mind. I’m totally into weirdos, as long as they aren’t serious weirdos. Serious weirdos are the worst. Too serious about everything.

Anyway, I tried my damnedest to perform the complicated mating ritual and I’d failed her by page three. A lot of other people tried too. No one passed. Eventually all of us failures formed a big club. After a while, our club got too big and we got into boring philosophical arguments about the nature of fucking and etc. We split up into what are now the major religions of planet Earth.

I’ll be interested when someone figures out the right way to fuck the divine goddess. The legend states  that when she comes her scream will eradicate reality in its entirety. I’m dying to know what happens after that.