The job of taste was to thin the insane torrent of human creativity down to manageable levels. But the job of appetite was never to be happy with taste. How many tunes did anyone need? One more. The next new one.Richard Powers, Orfeo (via aaronburch) Aaron Burch
Bob Schofield is writing and drawing
I drew a make-believe snake.
The same moment a girl I thought I loved forwarded me
a Powerpoint presentation entitled “Former Portland Trail Blazers
And Their Nicknames in High School.” Hmmm, okay.
Darius Miles: Free Hat. Zach Randolph: The Sixth Sense.
Clyde Drexler: Clyde The Wyde. It turns out he had a weight issue.
It turns out Skip To My Lou was really his porn name. And I saw
there everything he’d ever made. And of course, Kobe Bryant
hates women. It says so on a billboard in Biloxi as my dad drives
me to Mexico to live with my new family. I’ve been traded, he says.
At some point, my feelings for my parents had changed. I mostly felt nothing and couldn’t think of anything to say to them, but it was periodically broken by a brief, crushing feeling, a love so intense that there was nothing to do but reject it altogether.Hobart :: The Last Days Of California And My Favorite Mary Millerisms (via fritfilter)
(via fritfilter)The Internet, Filtered
one of these three bitches has a book reviewed in the ny times today. SELL OUT> lol.
Chelsea Martin, what. Get it. aka Nylon Magazine knows the deal. nylon magazine
word. chelsea martin is a rapper’s delight.
hobart movie reviewer and bff (4-EVER!) sean kilpatrick continues to blow our minds and other less clean body parts with his fucked up brilliant gibberish words. “Note to critics: your penis is never bigger than your complaint. Every movie inspires us into jail or isn’t done.”