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who needs swag when you have class

…ical music

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I THINK I LOST A FOLLOWER FOR THIS

THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE AGAINST CLASSICAL MUSIC I’LL RAM MY TROMBONE SO FAR UP YOUR HOOHAH WHEN SOMEONE EATS YOU OUT THEY’LL BE ABLE TO PLAY THE SOLO FROM SIBELIUS’S SYMPHONY IN C

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I am beginning to think boston dynamics is just fucking around at this point.

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Ohara Koson — Owl, early 1920s

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25 Days of Christmas with INPRNT: Awanqi.

For Supersonic Art’s twelfth selection in our annual 25 Days of Christmas with INPRNT, I’ve chosen the visual spectacles of artist Awanqi; all of which are available in their INPRNT Shop.

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25 Days of Christmas with INPRNT: Rebecca Yanovskaya.

For Supersonic Art’s sixteenth selection in our annual 25 Days of Christmas with INPRNT, I’ve chosen the brilliant work of artist Rebecca Yanovskaya; all of which is available as fine art prints in her INPRNT Shop.

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this post came into my house, took me by the ankles and swung me into every available surface

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“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”