Hillbilly Please

Hippo, dinosaur, giant ape, hillbilly.

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A Field Guide, Eric Haven

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Color shift, Alex Mitchell

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Hot wheels

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Creamsicle, Arch McLeish

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Ba Ra No To Ge | Shun Ishizuka [石塚俊] | 2020

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Giovanni Pintori, Olivetti Elettrosumma 23, Olivetti Nederland N.V., Den Haag, n.d. [since 1966] [Letterform Archive, San Francisco, CA]

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Main Street Exhibition Poster | 2013 | Lamm & Kirch

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《鸣日》台铁美学复兴 |  颜伯骏

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my third eye has opened and its a googly eye

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Drug sniffing cats

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This Vote Is Legally Binding

In response to all those articles about talking to women with headphones…

Someone always says it, whenever it comes up: “I guess I’m just not allowed to talk to anyone any more!” Well. Yes. It is my duty to inform you that we took a vote all us women and determined that you are not allowed to talk to anyone ever again. This vote is legally binding. Yes, of course, all women know each other, the way you always suspected. (Incidentally, so do Canadians. I’m just throwing that out there.) We went into the women’s room at the Applebee’s at the corner of 54 and all the others streamed in through the doors into that endless liminal space, a chain of humans stretching backward heavy skulled Neanderthal women laughing with New York socialites, Lucille Ball hand in hand with the Taung child. We sat around in the couches in the women’s room (I know you’ve always been suspicious of those couches) and chatted with each other in the secret female language that you always knew existed. Somebody set up a console– the Empress Wu is ruthless at Mario Kart and Cleopatra never learned to lose and a woman who ruled an empire that fell when the Sea People came and left no trace can use the blue shell like a surgical instrument. Eventually we took the vote. You had three defenders: your grandmother and your first-grade teacher and an Albanian nun who believes the best of everybody. Your mom abstained. It was duly recorded in the secret notebooks that have been kept under the couch in the Applebee’s since the beginning of recorded time. And then we went back to playing Mario Kart and Hoelun took off her bra and we didn’t think about you again except that I had to carry this message. So anyway good luck with that it’s just as you always said it was. Hush now, no talking

hush.