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[minko-inferioriery]

Buying online drugs

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Schreibt mir, wenn ihr was braucht...

#heroin #kokain

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Link / Link

[lemonsharks]

“How would a chicken wear pants?”

- Richard Beale, 1784

[ampervadasz]

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*schlorp* OHOHOHO *shklump* AHAHAHA

[luxgalador]

I cannot stop watching this

[understands]

[aleesabella]

Arch Hades

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[minko-inferioriery]

Schreibt mir, wenn ihr was braucht...

#heroin #kokain

[minko-inferioriery]

Kennst du schon „Was machst du" von Apium auf SoundCloud?

[mysharona1987]

[scholarlyapproach]

DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO CEREAL!!!

Listen in the past the poor have had to improvise cheap food the rich never wanted as a means to survive. And over the many years of innovation made the food taste good until eventually the rich where like: “Oh hay you actually like that garbage? Why on earth would you like it?” Then they try it, love it, start buying it, and then drive the price up so much it becomes a luxury good.

They do this and its devastating, the food typically never becomes affordable again. It don’t matter how cheap the foo dis to produce, it doesn’t matter if there is almost no meat on the bone or its super difficult to eat and messy. Once the poor discover how to make some bit of cheap food taste good, the rich take it away via driving the price of it up.

THEY DID THIS TO RIBS.

Ribs were garage meat. Just look at them, there is hardly any meat on the bone, you have to eat them by hand usually, and they are messy. They where an undesirable cheap source of junk meat. But the poor being the poor made them taste good. (Because they don’t have much to choose from.) The rich discovered the meals the poor made with them and decided they liked ribs too. People discovered they could sell a few ribs to rich people and make way more money then selling lots of ribs to poor people and the price was driven up.

DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO CEREAL!!!

[askmace]

They did the same to brisket.  You used to be able to get brisket for less than a dollar a pound, which meant you could get a twenty pound brisket fairly cheaply.  And then you smoked it, sliced it, and had meat for weeks if not a full month.  And it was tasty.  I grew up eating brisket at least once a month because my family could afford it.

It was a cheap meat because no rich person looks at the dangly part of the neck of a cow and goes ‘ooh, that looks tasty!’.

But then Food Network started showcasing things like barbecued brisket.  Rich people started showing up at places that weren’t just Rib Crib to get their barbeque.  And the price of brisket went up.  A lot.

I regularly see it for over five dollars a pound in stores now.  And while yeah, that might not seem like a lot when you’re talking only a pound or two of meat, brisket is normally sold in ten to twenty pound sizes.  It’s become completely unaffordable to the people that made it delicious.

Sushi used to be really cheap, too, until it became ‘trendy’.  Guess why you’re now paying twelve dollars for your order of California rolls?  Because rich people discovered something that poor people had been eating for ages.

Noticed the prices of fajita meat, chicken thighs, or ham hocks has gone up recently?  You guessed it.  Rich people are taking our food and now we’re scrambling to afford the things that we grew up eating.

[auroraluciferi]

Lobster is a perfect example of this phenomenon.  For hundreds of years, lobster was regarded as a sort of insect larvae from the depth of the sea. It had zero appeal as a “luxury food” until people living in NY and Boston developed a taste for it. Before the 19th century, it was considered a “poverty food” or used as fertilizer and bait - some household servants specified in employment agreements that they would not eat lobster more than twice a week. It was also commonly served at prisons, which tells you something about prison food.

Only by cleverly marketing lobster as an indulgence for the privileged made it cost so much. It became a vehicle for enormous profit spawning a multi-billion dollar global industry in the process. This mythical affection for lobster flesh - not its practical value in terms of taste, nutrition, or any other reasonable consideration - drives its value.

[blackwitchmagicwoman-deactivate]

LMAO. Wait.

[thegrimmlovely]

Anyone else’s eye twitchin?

[strongorcbutch-deactivated20220]

Food gentrification is a long standing practice and it’s some of the most evil shit I can think of. It’s why I refuse for example as someone living in the US to buy things with Quinoa in them. It is specifically pricing an indigenous population out of their prime staple food. It’s a horrific invasion of one of the final requirements of staying alive.

[heywriters]

Chicken wings. My mom gripes about this every time we’re at the store because they were cheap, garbage meat all her life until Buffalo wings or whatever came along. Her favorite part of the chicken, lol, and now they’re a luxury buy which she never indulges in.

[magimerlyn]

Guys

Ramen and sushi were street food

[animatedtext]

[cyrilrolando]

Blowing bubbles lowing bubbles Too much water, But you can’t stop the flow, Getting absorbed in your work.  Too many desires, But you can’t stop the walk, Flooded by the law and order. Sometimes, you feel like a goldfish, Blowing bubbles in a tiny bowl, But you can’t stop. Dream on. Work in progress : 

2009

Time : 18 hours Software : Photoshop CS 2 Tool : Wacom tablet Graphire 3

[cyrilrolando]

Le Pianoquarium To feel the musing, listen to LOUD Music, Resound with many deafening colours, A firework ricochets off your sounds, Flood your soul, splash all your walls, Bathe your eyes and suffuse your ears, Skim your poetries to bounce your wild ideas, Let the light strikes your sensitive cord, To feel the musing, listen to LOUD music. French : Pour ressentir le rêve, écoute la musique FORT, Résonne avec des couleurs assourdissantes, Un feux d'artifice ricoche sur tous tes sons, Eclabousse tes murs, inonde ton âme, Baigne tes yeux et impreigne tes oreilles, Ecume tes poêmes pour agiter tes fantaisies, Laisse la lumière vibrer ta corde sensible, Pour ressentir le rêve, écoute la musique FORT. Time : 16 hours Software : Photoshop CS2 Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M Video of the first step : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CELgMUF3bBA

[cyrilrolando]

La fable du p'tit phoque It’s the desert on the ice floe, The ice vanishes into the flow, The lill seal looks at the show, He can relish a new sun’s glow, Temperatures are no more low, For a sunbath, it’s less of snow, Reasons to give us a nice bow.

French : C'est le désert sur la banquise, La glace se fond dans le courant, Le p'tit phoque contemple le film, Il goute à cette nouvelle lumière, Les températures sont agréables, Bains de soleil et moins de neige, Que de raisons de nous remercier. Time : 12 Hours Software : Photoshop CS2  Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M

Video of the first steps : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCzVPvXNobc

[cyrilrolando]

Let me introduce my family.

My father is strong, he knows so many things in so many aeras, more than I could learn in all my life. He offered us protection, education and love. He is a gendarme (this is the french army policeman corporation), he loves his job, he is ambitious. We moved many times all arround the southern France to follow him, I need more than two hands to count the places we left and as much to enumerate the spots we discovered. He loves cactus, I don’t know why, but I know my mother hates to be hurt by their spines.

My mother only knows giving love, love and love. She is a housewife, I don’t think she is desperate but, sometimes she is angry, I don’t understand why. I hope it’s not our fault. She is a formidable cook, she obviously has secrets, because everytimes it tastes so good. She knows I love pizzas but she says I should stop eating the same things. She is still present for us. I met a lot of problems on my road, so I gave them more worries than necessary. It’s hard to know how to thank them. She loves my dad a lot too, what is rare in the current society.

I have two little brothers (taller than me, this is fun !).

Cédric is a brillant freelance computer graphics designer and webmaster. This is the career I wanted to follow, but I was less obstinate than him. He is interrested by the Japan universe, he loves this civilization, their J-Music, their art, their writing… He played a lot of videogames, we had fun together, but he was stronger than me. He lives in Paris, a beautiful, stimulant and meaningful city. Ah, important detail, he really likes chocolate, sugar… and running !

Sylvain is my younger brother. He is studying the biotechnology in a famous university of Marseille, he is really clever. He is kind of a fashion victim, he loves good quality (and expensive) products. Some years ago, he learned me to play World Of Warcraft. I am not sure it was a good idea, I spent two years of my life with my bloodelve priest, cliking on my mouse to heal pixels. But we had fun. Like Cédric, he used to run, and run, and run again, kilometers after kilometers. He would like to live in Paris, but he can’t expedite his studies.

And for the final, me. In high school, I have tried to follow people, to understand the social conventions, to belong to “ something ”. I often failed or I was disapointed by what I met. I used to have a great imagination, but I didn’t know where or who I could be connected with. I think I was afraid to think different, but I was sure to be different, creative, positive and full of energy. Maybe this is a reason of my choice to study psychology, to try to understand why I wasn’t enchanted by the reality, and try to express something outside. The digital art magnified the process, find a style, understand how things work, be different.

Maybe I am someone really narcissistic, quite simply. But I am really happy, I feel connected with humanity and that’s why I need to paint this piece, as a token of gratitude, to my family.

Time : 15hours

Software : Photoshop CS2

Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M