Huggy Bear - Jupiter Re-Entry
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I’m glad they finally gave Superman a workable redesign.](http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuea0p5UJp1qzpwi0o1_400.jpg)
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I’m glad they finally gave Superman a workable redesign.
The internet is a really casual meeting place for horrible people.
CharactersUnitedWithEugene.mov (via Eugene2098357)
“I pledge because people keep thinking my dick weighs too much”
The central perk of attending Pratt Institute: there are dozens of stray cats everywhere that are essentially your pets and they hang out in every building all the time. Some even make it to my backyard, and I live five blocks away.
Mark Mothersbaugh at the Starwood
That girl should be way more excited
I rarely watch Saturday Night Live anymore, but I’ve been working all day and I’m tired and I wanted something that would be awful enough to drift off to so I put it on. This sketch, “Potato Chip,” blew me away. It’s as if one of the Kids in the Hall wrote it. It makes, by modern standards, no sense. It’s a genuinely absurd. Also, Blake Lively, an actress I’ve never heard of and the person who hosted this week’s episode, is really talented.
Here is a nearly finished and certainly fully recorded version of my final for Synth Class. Lemme know what you think. Especially the Os Mutantes-style echo-y drum solo.
Talking Heads - Heaven
I’ve been listening to a lot of songs called “Heaven” lately, but none of them compare to this song. This is the greatest song called “Heaven.”
Frank O’Hara KILLING it with “Having a Coke With You,” the greatest poem about art or love or both.
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
This is, I think, the third time I have put this poem on my tumblr account. It’s too good not to reblog. Search back through my pages to find a recording of it from one of the Giorno Poetry System compilations, and further back still to find the text of the full poem. Or just use google or Ubuweb.
Rummaging for costumes in abandoned West Baltimore house
