January 2012
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December 2011
1 post
Organon: To all those men who don't think the rape... →
oforganon:
(via) This post in particular is addressed to men, not because women don’t rape and women don’t make/laugh at rape jokes and not because men can’t be raped, but because, by nature of the existing gender disparity, men are in a unique position to be taken seriously when they raise objections to…
July 2011
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December 2010
1 post
Salad Fork: WEIRD POP →
saladfork:
Daytime Television is a purveyor of lo-fi dub and electronica, an interesting enough meld to make a first listen all you need to get hooked and reeled in. Psychedelia and infectious samples surround the fuzz of Daytime Television’s low fidelity recordings, thus creating vibes of epic…
July 2010
1 post
March 2010
3 posts
February 2010
2 posts
IF U LUV THE PAPER RAD CREW (AND E*ROCK) VOTE FOR... →
variation:
megazord:
LET THEM BE THE DARK HORSE
REBLOG 2 SPREAD THA WORD
IF U LUV THE PAPER RAD CREW (AND E*ROCK) VOTE FOR... →
variation:
megazord:
LET THEM BE THE DARK HORSE
REBLOG 2 SPREAD THA WORD
December 2009
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November 2009
2 posts
October 2009
1 post
September 2009
9 posts
FYI
this is sort of going to turn into a tumblr for the majority of my class work and sketches etc that i need to have uploaded to link my parents etc to. ill post some finished work too, obviously, but its going to be way more sketches than “actual pieces.” since i wasn’t uploading on this regularly to begin with, im not too worried about the massive influx of new photos that are...
July 2009
3 posts
June 2009
1 post
May 2009
1 post
April 2009
1 post
March 2009
11 posts
PATIENCE EXERCISE
stacks and stacks of papers.
individual sheets, filled with perfect rows of triangles, crosses, diamonds: total pencil vomit
stacks and stacks of them
hours of hand cramps, boredom, and meticulous minutes
NOW BURN IT
/c/o/l/l/e/c/t/ the /A/S/H/E/S/
THE SPACE IS A POEM
/// nervousness and anxiety manifests:::
chewed pencil skeleton
small bag of fingernails ripped off by teeth
hair from my brushes, combed and tied with a ribbon
feathers
worthless keys
ashes of ink exercises in patience
/// thinking of you caring about me thinking of you makes me think that i never want to care about anyone ever again ////
February 2009
8 posts
nononoknow:
artists that are proud of everything they make freak me out. i like artists that hate themselves. deep down, in every artist’s sickest, most egotistical area of their head, they have convinced themselves that they are a genius. so every piece they make they hate and cry over it, suprised it wasnt the brilliance that theyre capable of. the issue, of course, is that theyre going to...
January 2009
2 posts
