"on the way back driving down the mountain driving down the curves she sad, you know, you’re a very strange person.
I reached forward to the dash took a cigarette lit it.
and the curves went down and around and around and i thought yes, it’s true:
there’s nothing likeable about the trees or the mountain or the hours gone.
I took out a piece of paper and wrote: love is a tiny spot 3 quarters of an inch below the left tit.
then I felt better.
that was some bukowski.
I think im throwing a party tomorrow. I think some shady characters are going to resurface. also some new faces that I just text invited an hour ago because priya told me to. I like to believe nobody reads my blog so I can reveal secrets and feel alright. I think Im going to London in January. I think I’m going to go to Jerusalum this summer. Today is still christmas until I fall asleep and I cant do that until i write up my CV and send it to my sister. What if I end up with a summer internship in Hong Kong? that would be fucking cool thats what. So what im trying to say is; home is different every time. its the same, but then it curdles, its all curvatures and double exposures, and in 24 hours, well see. either the cremebrulee comes out right, or we all get kicked off top chef.
“I had an interesting morning; I got into an argument with my Rice Krispies. I distinctly heard, “Snap, crackle, fuck you!” I’m not sure which one of them said it; I was reaching for the artificial sweetener at the time and not looking directly into the bowl. But I heard it and I said, “Well, you can all just sit right there in the milk as far as I’m concerned until I find out which one of you said it.” Mass punishment. The idea is to turn them against one another. Silly me. Big punishment! That’s what Rice Krispies do. Sit in the milk. That’s their job. You’ve seen them. Delicate, beige blisters of air, floating proudly in the milk. And you can’t sink them. They refuse to sink. The navy ought to use Rice Krispies in life perservers. That’s where they’re really needed. And do you know how Rice Krispies manage to float for such a long time? By clinging to one another; they buddy up. They gather in little groups of eight, ten, or sometimes twelve, but if you’ve noticed, it’s always an even number. That’s because the electromagnetic polarity of the Krispies attracts them to one another. It binds them into pairs, like subatomic particles. They form little colonies, and you can’t sink them, not even with a spoon. They just come bobbing up over the sides of the spoon, laughing at you and reveling in their buoyancy. Hard to sink. That’s what the fruit is for. Not for added taste; not for nutrition; it’s for sinking the Rice Krispies. Believe me, a good-sized peach, hurled at the bowl full force from a stepladder, can take down eighty or ninety of the little buggers in one glorious splash. And I have absolutely no mercy. If I’m really pissed, I’ll climb up to the upstairs balcony and drop a watermelon on them. That’ll teach them to sass me at breakfast.”—George Carlin (via chuckiefinster)
Did you guys know that Donald Glover of Derrick Comedy and Community fame, raps? And that he is good at it?
Kid’s insanely talented. I took two things from the Mystery Team trailer: I need to see this movie (still haven’t, why the fuck did (500) Days of Summer get a wide release out of Sundance and not this?!), and that boy can fucking rap.