Monthly Archives: March 2010

Because we’ve been lied to and lied to, and it hurts to be lied to. It’s ultimately just about that complicated: it hurts. It denies you respect for yourself, for the liar, for the world. Especially if the lies are chronic, systemic, if hard experience seems to teach that everything you’re supposed to believe in’s really a game based on lies. Young Voters have been taught well and thoroughly. You may not personally remember Vietnam or Watergate, but it’s a good bet you remember ‘No new taxes’ and ‘Out of the loop’ and ‘No direct knowledge of any impropriety at this time’ and Did not inhale’ and ‘Did not have sex with that woman’ and etc. etc. It’s depressing and painful to believe that the would-be ‘public servants’ you’re forced to choose between are all phonies whose only real concern is their own care and feeding and who will lie so outrageously with such a straight face that you just know they have to believe you’re an idiot. So who wouldn’t fall all over themselves for a top politician who actually seemed to talk to you like you were a person, an intelligent adult worthy of respect?

Sébastien Tellier – Look from Record Makers on Vimeo.

Prodigy wins again and again. Forever my favorite!

Thanks for the heads up KING SOLOMON!

Cameos by winners circle, publikhair, & flying coffin

A Day in the Life – Teaser from Canh Solo on Vimeo.

Full video soon!

-JordanLovesKats

I’m not into this stuff, but c’mon…

Damask Tattoo, no one else can fuck with Christy Brookers black and grey

Gorgeous George just got back from regional golden gloves, fought like a champ, will the ABA pay for injured boxers? (Jeff are u reading, do they?) 250 pounds of mama didnt love me, this dude will ruin your fucking life!

god bless the chevy 350, numbers matching car, and the parnells parkinglot, fun day cruising this whip

World record fish, yacked out, hungover, sweet shorts…

When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.

The man who’d introduced them didn’t much like either of them, though he acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times.

The true thoughts that go on inside us are just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of, at most, one tiny little part of us at any given instant.the only thing that’s capital-T True is that you get to decide how you’re going to try to see it. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn’t. You get to decide what to worship.Everything gets horrible. Everything you see gets ugly. Lurid is the word. That’s the right word for it. And everything sounds harsh, spiny and harsh sounding, like every sound you hear all of a sudden has teeth. And smelling like I smell bad even after I just got out of the shower. It’s like what’s the point of washing if everything smells like I need another shower…