I found this randomly this morning. I really dig the bizarre-o asian pop vibe in this video.
Know your chicken.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COMWwwv_MTk&feature=channel
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Vaginboob.
Here's the link. Look the definition up. It will change your world.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=vaginaboob
Wow.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=vaginaboob
Wow.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I want to be like mommy...
This made my night. But for the record: my mother is an accountant.
I know, lame.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Justin Bieber-800% Slower
This is the original song.......
and THIS is what DJ Shamantis did with it...
Nothing annoying about it! It appears Bieber might possibly have some talent, were it not for today's music industry. Not to mention, the gaggle of pre-pubescent girls (and 20 year old women) who flock to his every single.
Yay for technology!
and THIS is what DJ Shamantis did with it...
Nothing annoying about it! It appears Bieber might possibly have some talent, were it not for today's music industry. Not to mention, the gaggle of pre-pubescent girls (and 20 year old women) who flock to his every single.
Yay for technology!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
DRINK ME.....
http://www.idrink.com/v.html?id=49714
How to make Your Mom's a Dirty Hooker Who I Hit In The Mouth...
I'm not sure about the taste of said drink, but you have to give the creator props for the title.
How to make Your Mom's a Dirty Hooker Who I Hit In The Mouth...
I'm not sure about the taste of said drink, but you have to give the creator props for the title.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
That's how you make crystal meth!
If you live, have lived, or will ever live in Hood County: I think you'll appreciate the humor in this song.
Never Song
Never Song
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
I am in love with you; I want nothing from you
there's this theory
once
that mars had life on it.
the planet was full of biological potential but
it was incapacitated suddenly
ravished to desolation
over one passionate eon
compacted
into thick red dust
while ice dripped down its chin and perspired off its crown
as if it had a memory of tears...
...but not enough heat to sustain a single heartbeat
arguably
there was life
once
two pairs of arms and legs
two pairs of eyes and hands that held each other
completeness is and always has been the loneliest feeling
the eyes wept, the arms faltered, the legs stumbled
and the hands trembled grasping the thin air
until another pair could claim this pair and both could understand what being alone was;
what separateness was long enough to become frightened of it
and so this was life
the men stared at the women
as if waiting for them to stop
being beautiful
as if waiting for them to stop
being helpless
the women did not wish to be looked at
they shivered for the tiny moments of privacy
when the men would stir the air to blink
when the women began to grow old
the men stopped looking at them
they only had their ancient polaroids that they passed around
and smiled at
as if remembering,
though in their minds, nothing had ever changed
and the women did not look up
not even when they were photographed
their eyelids were covered in dust already
as the wind eroded everyones broken heart
did you know sand from mars is hydrophobic?
that is because it has not felt the wetness of tears in over 13 million years.
no one cried the day mars died.
once
on earth
I held your face and kissed you
kissed you
kissed you
and I was falling into the open door of your face
(I had somehow found that hidden key lost among all the miscellaneous clutter of life
the rubberbands the inkless pens the broken toys and trinkets no one can bear to toss
so we keep them and they hope--it's so wrong for us to keep them and make them hope
but keeping is a comfort, a validation that there must be some truth in our memories
I'm certain this worked once..
and we'll clutch the tangible no matter how useless
to make up for the fact that we're going to forget--someday;
you can't hold onto your memories like you can hold onto
rose thorns and torn lace
smashed legos and cardboard puzzle pieces
broken locks, useless keys)
I was so relieved that it hurt..I was so relieved I could still feel pain.
we were falling into the other side of life
the one we had always hoped was the actuality
and not the one we dreamed and smiled at,
as we dreamed
and it waved at us; beckoned
as we dreamed
in that kiss, stars imploded
behind our faces
we knew each other completely
behind our faces
so drawn in that instant to a spiraling whirlpool of timelessness
where nothing mattered more than anything else
and our hearts matched in beats and pulse became our own secret language
my skin became the pale sheen of dawn
your mind the glowering setting sun
and completely convinced we needed those conversations
to live
I couldn't remember the consistent bray of my own heart, alone
what it sounded like;
without that terrible and wonderful unison
(you were the person I fantasized being trapped on a desert island with; being abducted by aliens with; you alone,
who I imagined peeking through windows and random holes into my life, mesmerized, clearly you were mesmerized, just as much as I was with you,
no,
more
and you peeked over my shoulder, listened when I sang, smiled when I was charming and no one was there to see me being charming, you were there every second I spent thinking I was alone but still harboring this overwhelming love that lay unclaimed inside the tiny sighing chambers of my
)
and I dreamed about the impossible cruelty you could wield until I believed
and feared it
you knew each shivering molecule
which became blood and which
would become tears...
our telescope eyes could not see past the milky way
and our love was not completely small enough for one solar system
so we hurt each other to make up for the absence of stars
longing,
not for the hopeful light they cast,
but for the possibility of making wishes
and wondering simply,
if they would ever come true
we smelled our scents on our pillows and cried into them
burrowing our faces into them as if we could sink back to the other side
where I was simply me, alone
and you were no one at all
where we were no one to the other and had no wish to be
and so I looked at you until I didn't know youI kept not knowing you until you disappeared
underneath a hidden tear in the wallpaper where a word was written and had faded into stardust with each small breath I took
and somewhere caked in dust is a polaroid of me
writing my name on a clean sheet of paper
it was the name you gave me
it was my name and I hadn't known until you said it outloud, in the dark...
there were no sounds or letters and nothing was called anything nothing knew what it was yet
and somehow,
a m a z i n g l y
you had known me
you had known that I existed
somewhere
but by then it was too late and mars looked like any other star that would never grant a wish of mine.
-april lulabee
once
that mars had life on it.
the planet was full of biological potential but
it was incapacitated suddenly
ravished to desolation
over one passionate eon
compacted
into thick red dust
while ice dripped down its chin and perspired off its crown
as if it had a memory of tears...
...but not enough heat to sustain a single heartbeat
arguably
there was life
once
two pairs of arms and legs
two pairs of eyes and hands that held each other
completeness is and always has been the loneliest feeling
the eyes wept, the arms faltered, the legs stumbled
and the hands trembled grasping the thin air
until another pair could claim this pair and both could understand what being alone was;
what separateness was long enough to become frightened of it
and so this was life
the men stared at the women
as if waiting for them to stop
being beautiful
as if waiting for them to stop
being helpless
the women did not wish to be looked at
they shivered for the tiny moments of privacy
when the men would stir the air to blink
when the women began to grow old
the men stopped looking at them
they only had their ancient polaroids that they passed around
and smiled at
as if remembering,
though in their minds, nothing had ever changed
and the women did not look up
not even when they were photographed
their eyelids were covered in dust already
as the wind eroded everyones broken heart
did you know sand from mars is hydrophobic?
that is because it has not felt the wetness of tears in over 13 million years.
no one cried the day mars died.
once
on earth
I held your face and kissed you
kissed you
kissed you
and I was falling into the open door of your face
(I had somehow found that hidden key lost among all the miscellaneous clutter of life
the rubberbands the inkless pens the broken toys and trinkets no one can bear to toss
so we keep them and they hope--it's so wrong for us to keep them and make them hope
but keeping is a comfort, a validation that there must be some truth in our memories
I'm certain this worked once..
and we'll clutch the tangible no matter how useless
to make up for the fact that we're going to forget--someday;
you can't hold onto your memories like you can hold onto
rose thorns and torn lace
smashed legos and cardboard puzzle pieces
broken locks, useless keys)
I was so relieved that it hurt..I was so relieved I could still feel pain.
we were falling into the other side of life
the one we had always hoped was the actuality
and not the one we dreamed and smiled at,
as we dreamed
and it waved at us; beckoned
as we dreamed
in that kiss, stars imploded
behind our faces
we knew each other completely
behind our faces
so drawn in that instant to a spiraling whirlpool of timelessness
where nothing mattered more than anything else
and our hearts matched in beats and pulse became our own secret language
my skin became the pale sheen of dawn
your mind the glowering setting sun
and completely convinced we needed those conversations
to live
I couldn't remember the consistent bray of my own heart, alone
what it sounded like;
without that terrible and wonderful unison
(you were the person I fantasized being trapped on a desert island with; being abducted by aliens with; you alone,
who I imagined peeking through windows and random holes into my life, mesmerized, clearly you were mesmerized, just as much as I was with you,
no,
more
and you peeked over my shoulder, listened when I sang, smiled when I was charming and no one was there to see me being charming, you were there every second I spent thinking I was alone but still harboring this overwhelming love that lay unclaimed inside the tiny sighing chambers of my
)
and I dreamed about the impossible cruelty you could wield until I believed
and feared it
you knew each shivering molecule
which became blood and which
would become tears...
our telescope eyes could not see past the milky way
and our love was not completely small enough for one solar system
so we hurt each other to make up for the absence of stars
longing,
not for the hopeful light they cast,
but for the possibility of making wishes
and wondering simply,
if they would ever come true
we smelled our scents on our pillows and cried into them
burrowing our faces into them as if we could sink back to the other side
where I was simply me, alone
and you were no one at all
where we were no one to the other and had no wish to be
and so I looked at you until I didn't know youI kept not knowing you until you disappeared
underneath a hidden tear in the wallpaper where a word was written and had faded into stardust with each small breath I took
and somewhere caked in dust is a polaroid of me
writing my name on a clean sheet of paper
it was the name you gave me
it was my name and I hadn't known until you said it outloud, in the dark...
there were no sounds or letters and nothing was called anything nothing knew what it was yet
and somehow,
a m a z i n g l y
you had known me
you had known that I existed
somewhere
but by then it was too late and mars looked like any other star that would never grant a wish of mine.
-april lulabee
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
A Beautiful Artiste
I was roving through random art on deviantart and came across this unique, gorgeous, talented young artist. Not only is she a painter and a photographer, but she's a damn good model to boot! It's good to know that you don't have to sacrifice quality in one area to be good in many. Her URL is http://inferences.deviantart.com. Check this girl out!
MOBLEY-Tonight
So these amazing guys from Austin will be playing tonight at The Moon Bar in Fort Wort, 2911 West Berry Street. They are called Mobley.
Hailing from Austin, TX, Mobley borrows from some of the best genres to create an original, organic sound. Blending soulful lyrics with the unique voice of Anthony Watkins II while adding surreal electronic composition, groovy bass lines, and dance-worthy percussion Mobley is by far one of the most original groups I have had the pleasure of hearing in a long time.
Check out their site, http://www.mobleytheband.com, listen to some of their awe-inspiring tunes, and come see these guys rock fort worth at The Moon Bar tonight.
Now you're probably thinking "I must see these guys or I'll die!". Well hold on a little bit longer. Your vitals are being read:
*Show starts at 8:30
*17+
*Cover is $6 at the door(probably more for under 21)
*CDs WILL be on sale. You need one to cope with your Mobley withdrawals.
Hailing from Austin, TX, Mobley borrows from some of the best genres to create an original, organic sound. Blending soulful lyrics with the unique voice of Anthony Watkins II while adding surreal electronic composition, groovy bass lines, and dance-worthy percussion Mobley is by far one of the most original groups I have had the pleasure of hearing in a long time.
Check out their site, http://www.mobleytheband.com, listen to some of their awe-inspiring tunes, and come see these guys rock fort worth at The Moon Bar tonight.
Now you're probably thinking "I must see these guys or I'll die!". Well hold on a little bit longer. Your vitals are being read:
*Show starts at 8:30
*17+
*Cover is $6 at the door(probably more for under 21)
*CDs WILL be on sale. You need one to cope with your Mobley withdrawals.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Hey, but "NO PRESSURE" or anything...(or) The Kennedi Chronicles: Part I
I was inspired by John Lindsay's book Emails from an Asshole: Real People Being Stupid
. In this book, John found victims on Craigslist and generally just effed with them. so here's my first CL experiment...
Kennedi's original post:
Date: 2010-07-22, 3:09PM CDT
. In this book, John found victims on Craigslist and generally just effed with them. so here's my first CL experiment...Kennedi's original post:
please flag with care:
looking for a date to a lifestyle club...NO PRESSURE - 23 (PLANO)
Date: 2010-07-22, 3:09PM CDT
HEY LADIES LOOKING FOR A DATE SATURDAY NIGHT..WE COULD DO SOMETHING THERE OR COME BACK TO MY PLACE IF YOU ARENT COMFORTABLE DOING SOMETHING THERE...OR WE DONT HAVE TO DO ANYTHING AT ALL. ITS UP TO YOU BABE.
ABOUT ME:
AA
SINGLE
CHOCOLATE
SEXY
YOU:
AA OR LATINO
23 TO 35
SEXY IN YOUR OWN SKIN
WE CAN MEET TOMORROW FOR DRINKS OR SOMETHING. HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU LADIES. WILL TAKE DOWN THE AD ONCE I HAVE FOUND A MATCH FOR ME. REPLY WITH PIC PLEASE...ALSO HAVE A STRAPON IF INTERESTED IN SOMETHING EXTRA.
PostingID: 1857487245ABOUT ME:
AA
SINGLE
CHOCOLATE
SEXY
YOU:
AA OR LATINO
23 TO 35
SEXY IN YOUR OWN SKIN
WE CAN MEET TOMORROW FOR DRINKS OR SOMETHING. HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU LADIES. WILL TAKE DOWN THE AD ONCE I HAVE FOUND A MATCH FOR ME. REPLY WITH PIC PLEASE...ALSO HAVE A STRAPON IF INTERESTED IN SOMETHING EXTRA.
- Location: PLANO
- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
 | |
WTF???
*NO PRESSURE is in all caps, making the reader feels PRESSURED.
*She offers up from the start the she has a STRAP ON...But NO PRESSURE.
*Naked picture. UGLY naked picture. On VERY PUBLIC site.
More of The Kennedi Chronicles to COME...
I think I crapped my pants just a little when I saw this...
Made my f'kin day. Not only is this guy totally rocking the white-rapper thing, but he's rapping about something that makes a lot of people uncomfortable. Cheers for you,
Josh Sundquist.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Seriously?
So instead of filling "blogworld" in on dull, trivial, meaningless details of my life I have decided to blog about random things that brighten my world.
I came across this while browsing through the pages of oddlyspecific.com.
What kind of sick joke is this? Getting thousands of teenaged fan-girls hopes up... The guys responsible for this sign are the real monsters...
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