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The Bowery Presents
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Color Me Curious
Cosmic Funnies
Not today Justin
Doug Jones
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$LAYYYTER
The Bright Sessions

oozey mess
Fai_Ryy
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Love Begins
sheepfilms

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🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
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@jennyholzerwettshirtcontest is u
Westerners are fond of the saying ‘Life isn’t fair.’ Then, they end in snide triumphant: ‘So get used to it!’ What a cruel, sadistic notion to revel in! What a terrible, patriarchal response to a child’s budding sense of ethics. Announce to an Iroquois, ‘Life isn’t fair,’ and her response will be: ‘Then make it fair!’ This is the matriarchal approach to learning.
Barbara Alice Mann, Iroquois woman (via socialuprooting)
what have we done...
Untitled (San Francisco at night) 1947. Max Yavno. Gelatin silver print
ziggy's pre-evening nap
the funny thing about dril posts is that they actually do have a structure to them– they hit a kind of conceptual caesura halfway through, a point where there’s no inevitable logical connection between what’s been said and what’s still to come. here, the first sentence didn’t need to result in the second, yet it’s not “lol random” either; the speaker is angry about his boss’ draconian ferret-kissing policy, and reacts in kind, and even the reference to a “screen saver” reminds us that we’re in an office. it’s a narrative progression that, despite having an internal logic, alienates its punchline from its setup. who the hell is this person?
one thing i love about @dril posts is how they all seem to take place in a universe that is somewhat like our own, but with the habitus of white middle america taken to a bizarre, absurd, but strangely logical conclusion. take this one, for instance:
so we have our setting: a security guard protecting the american flag in the betsy ross museum, something almost archetypically american and middle class. but once again the first part, or setup, for the punchline, “fucking the flag,” careens the joke into an alien punchline that still, given the setting, makes sense. @dril’s security guard character imitates a sort-of cop-talk, the banter of a security guard, “buddy, they wont even let me fuck it”. you can imagine a similar response from a guard at any museum, but we’re talking about Fucking the American Flag, here. i really love @dril.
it’s astonishing that a human being thinks of those posts. some person, someone out there whose existence we have to infer, because all we know is that those posts occur and they must be coming from somewhere. “the @dril tweeter” resonates as “the beowulf poet” does, except beowulf (which i’ve only read in translation, so i’m not an authority) has never made any use of the english language as baffling and sublime and somehow primally interlaced with the stuff of human consciousness as “IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL.”
This is my favorite post, I am so glad I found it again.
seal vs Edward Hopper
wow!!
Walking out in the nighttime springtime, needling my way home. I saw Leah on the bus a few months ago. I saw some old friends at her funeral. My steps keep splitting my grief through these solipsistic moods. I should call my parents when I think of them, I should tell my friends when I love them. Maybe I shoulda gone out a bit more when you guys were still in town. I got too caught up in my own shit, that’s how every outcome’s such a comedown.
i feel like
i forgot i could make posts on tumblr? or that all i could do was reblog stuff, or something. why do i always feel like i'm barely waking up to something
Evening on Charles Bridge, 1940–50. Josef Sudek. Gelatin silver print
(via Fillmore Jivish (Pavement))
i was just making fun of pavement nerds last night and here i am....fuckn
holy shit i forgot about this
tfw you sit someone down to show them a youtube video but its much longer and way less funny than u remember it being
oh man
I had seven faces Thought I knew which one to wear But I’m sick of spending these lonely nights Training myself not to care The subway is a porno The pavements they are a mess I know you’ve supported me for a long time Somehow I’m not impressed
reblog if youre still not over the library of alexandria