BREAKING
I am out of underwear for work tomorrow.
I’M GOING TO FUCKING TARGET IN ATLANTIC TERMINAL
::internets asplode::
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I am out of underwear for work tomorrow.
I’M GOING TO FUCKING TARGET IN ATLANTIC TERMINAL
::internets asplode::
NotesGirl 1: Everything he says is in caps lock.
Girl 2: That’s ridiculous. So he sounds like he’s shouting?
Girl 1: No, everything just SOUNDS LIKE THIS
Soundgarden - 4th of July
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Black coffee and aspirin for breakfast…
Anyway, I turned down the music and that’s when I heard it. You know the sound a dog makes when it’s being crushed by a Prius. I turned the car off went to take a look. There it was: a cocker spaniel with blood pouring out of its nose and shit spraying out of its ass.
— DEAR STREET CARNAGE: I (ACCIDENTALLY) KILLED A DOG
NotesI came to the gates of the city. Everything had been paved over, rebuilt in silver. Long metal tubes that read as the future: sleek, edgeless, designed to knife the firmament. They read as panopticon. What was left of the old city was covered in aluminum foil, to keep out the rot. I thought I saw a bird. It was a crack in the dome. The brilliant chrome on everything reminded me of hell. And me, without even a beer to throw.Notes
Al Jazeera discovers Staten Island: This is a great documentary on the upstart news network about a Liberian immigrant who journeys the world… to move to Staten Island, New York:
When Joseph left his native Liberia, via the Sahara desert, he headed north towards Europe - crossing borders illegally in the back of a pick-up truck with 20 other young migrants.
But his illegal journey came to an abrupt end when he was randomly selected in the US green card lottery.
After much celebration and high hopes for the future, Joseph left for New York. But alone and unemployed in a huge metropolis, he feels the pressure of his family’s poverty back home in Liberia and is burdened by the expectation of success.
Some people are dying to get off that Island. Some are dying to get there.