All the Gods are Bastards
this reminds me….TRON is going to be sweet. Daft Punk, what?

this reminds me….TRON is going to be sweet. Daft Punk, what?

(Source: mociun)

showcasing why new york is both majorly fucked up and unbelievably entertaining all at the same time. love hate, love hate.

and totally union square.


sometimes i ask myself this same question. also - Glee made me cry. fuck, i love this show.

and…Carol Burnett? THANK YOU.


andrewharlow:

(by tim serrano)

andrewharlow:

(by tim serrano)

(via andrewharlow)

cypress swamps are amazzzzing
theworldwelivein:

Photograph by Jack Dykinga, National Geographic

cypress swamps are amazzzzing

theworldwelivein:

Photograph by Jack Dykinga, National Geographic


» damn the man

I gather my things – jacket, scarf, hat, briefcase, chocolates.  We walk over to the staff entrance and he scans his badge to let me through.  We walk down the long hallway that led back to the baggage claim area.  We skip the escalators and moving walkways.  As we walk, there are TSA officials stationed at apparent checkpoints along the route.  As we pass them, they form part of the circle that is around me.  By the end of the walk, I count 13 TSA officials and 2 uniformed police officers forming a circle around me.  We reach the baggage claim area, and everyone stops at the orange line.  The Supervisor grunts, “Have a nice day,” and leaves.

In order to enter the USA, I was never touched, I was never “Backscatted,” and I was never metal detected.  In the end, it took 2.5 hours, but I proved that it is possible.  I’m looking forward to my next flight on Wednesday.


How can one person be more real than any other? Well, some people do hide and others seek. Maybe those who are in hiding - escaping encounters, avoiding surprises, protecting their property, ignoring their fantasies, restricting their feelings, sitting out the pan pipe hootchy-kootch of experience - maybe those people, people who won’t talk to rednecks, or if they’re rednecks won’t talk to intellectuals, people who’re afraid to get their shoes muddy or their noses wet, afraid to eat what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water, afraid to bet a long shot to win, afraid to hitchhike, jaywalk, honky-tonk, cogitate, osculate, levitate, rock it, bop it, sock it, or bark at the moon, maybe such people are simply inauthentic, and maybe the jacklet humanist who says differently is due to have his tongue fried on the hot slabs of Liar’s Hell. Some folks hide, and some folk’s seek, and seeking, when it’s mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren’t afraid to look and won’t turn tail should they find it - and if they never do, they’ll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of Earth’s sweet gas.
Tom Robbins (Still Life with Woodpecker)


k. botos covering good shit.

as ever, more talented than i will ever be.


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