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weird weird weird
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Too weird to live.
Too rare to die.

Kill Fuck

Kill Fuck
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My idea of coffee table books

 

Let's Paint The '90s coloring book

Oh how I loved my coloring books & 

Paint-by-number sets as a kid! Now I 

can live out our artist dreams in a 90s 

way. 96 pages of pop gems. Vanilla 

Ice, Bill Clinton, macarena and more! 

Includes watercolors & brush.

 

The Guerilla Art Kit

This genius book by Keri Smith brings 

art to the streets! Unleash your inner 

guerilla artist or just get a lil’ creative 

boost with these clever projects. You 

just might start a revolution.

Influence, Mary-Kate & Ashley

I’ve always wanted to be BFF’s w/ 

Mary-Kate and Ashley and their new 

book only solidifies how very cool & 

smart these 2 really are. 272 pgs of 

great photos, not just of the Olsens 

but of 22 style luminaries who have 

influenced the twins. Discover Peter 

Beard, Alexander McQueen, Lauren 

Hutton, Karl Lagerfeld and more in 

this beautifully-designed gem of a 

coffee table book!

Art & Sole

This unique book celebrates the creative 

side of sneaker culture with a showcase 

of some of the most unique rarities and 

collaborations EVER! Art+design+kicks= 

incredibly awesome source of inspiration! 

Written & designed by London's Intercity: 

Nick Foot, Nathan Gale and Tu Hoang. 

Hit Me with Your Best Shot!

This guide from Karaoke Queen Raina Lee 

is both a celebration of our favorite social

right of passage as well as a terrific how-to 
on getting started, or taking it to the next 
level! Get ready to sing like a pro, rule the 
scene, win affection and have one helluva 
good time! Features amazing illustrations 
by supertalent Mike Perry. 160pgs.

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THEY STEAL OUR DREAMS, SO THEY CAN SELL THEM BACK TO US.

America vs. God

Jesus! vs Darwin!
Originally uploaded by The Searcher

in a culture that worships science, relational propositions will always be left out of arguments attempting to surface truth. we believe, quite simply, that unless we chart something, it doesn't exist. and you can't chart relationships. furthermore, in our attempts to make relational propositions look like chartable realities, all beauty and mystery is lost. and so when times get hard, when reality knocks us on our butts, mathematical propositions are unable to comfort our failing hearts. how many people have walked away from faith because their systematic theology proved unable to answer the deep longings and questions of the soul? what we need, truly, is faith in a being, not a list of ideas." -Donald Miller


the myth of America as a Christian nation, with the church as its guardian, has been, and continues to be, damaging both to the church and the advancement of God's kingdom. Among other things, this nationalistic myth blinds us to the way in which our most basic and most cherished cultural assumptions are diametrically opposed to the kingdom way of life taught by Jesus and his disciples. Instead of living out the radically countercultural mandate of the kingdom of God, this myth has inclined us to christianize many pagan aspects of our culture. Instead of providing it with a radically alternative way of life, we largely present it with a religious version of what it already is. The myth clouds our vision of God's distinctly beautiful kingdom and thereby undermines our motivation to live as set-apart(holy) disciples of this kingdom."-Gregory A. Boyd "myth of a christian nation"

and for Gods sake listen to soul music. ill make you a compilation if you want.

oh how i long to share of simple shred of me

1.
comply and decay
find death in disarray
march, march, march
into the marshes
harsh badlands
mesmerizing lights
reep blind eyes and intoxicating cries



2.
i float upside down in the air
to see the bottles flood the valley
yesterday, the salt drained from that sea in the hills
and turned to look at the reefs it once chewed upon
disturbed
and vaguely saddened by the loss of a dwelling place
inhabitants grew anxiously aware
that home no longer existed
and heaven was more than a savior away



3.
i laid down to sleep
on a mountain
somewhere around east meeting west
sometime around the passing of the century
i was alone
head melting like an iceberg
bones brittle as hay
"my lover buried my heart in a coma
i'll praise the stars if he ever returns"



4.
the ocean walked on itself
as if to say:
"im yelling at you with _________
and you just arent paying attention!"



5.
she stood on the shore
as the sails and anchors were lifted
on the ship in the bay
with a crumpled heart
she prayed
and wondered
if her anchor would ever cast anchor in that harbor again




note: these poems are part of a collection which will be comprised to make a story. they are not complete. extra points to those who can figure out the meanings of them.

Its all relative

<--------Nina Mae Mckinney

KCUF

I don't care what color you are. I don't care where you're from. I don't care what you do for a living. I don't care what class you are, how you dress, what you smoke or drink or who you know or whom you've fucked. I hate you all. I hate every last living, breathing, snot and shit producing, promiscuously copulating, celebrity obsessed, opinionated one of you. From right here in this classroom in Van Nuys, right around the planet and back, coast to coast, nationwide and internationally. Every. Single. Last. One. Of. You. Sadly myself included, and everything this place has made me.

Fuck love. Fuck your insipid grasping at some abstract concept of chemical imbalances and reasonless actions, fumbling around in the crowd trying to find some cinematic supposition for real human interaction. Fuck lust, too. Fuck you all, from the lowlife dirtbags that think dropping trou and waving the little soldier in a sloppy arc is a pick-up line to the sniveling of the desperate 'nice guys' who never get the girl due to a total lack of testosterone grown stones. Fuck you all, from the crazy, under dressed sluts that judge a persons character by the price of their shirt, right down to the fat, flabby chicks that think personality is enough.

Fuck you cops that spend all their time handing out smoking tickets to little fuckers who wanna die anyway. While little boys are being molested and little girls are being shot down in Compton. Fuck Compton, Beverly Hills, and the motherfucking Valley. Fuck the valley and all its fame chasing inhabitants. Fuck you trendsetters, fuck you fashionistas. Fuck you actors. Fuck your little dogs and and your idiotic outfits. Fuck you little bitches smoking fucking fags, and fucking stupid faggots smoking . Fuck you emo fuckers as you compact your balls into your fucking urban jeans. Fuck Urban Outfitters and American Apparel. Fuck Indie Kids. Fuck your five dollar coffees and your fifteen dollar veggie burgers. Fuck your health kick, your diet or your fucking new interest in piliates or sushi. Fuck this culture. Fuck all of these fucking cars. Fuck you chick on your overpriced cellphone that can do everything but cure cancer. Fuck you attitude packed minimum-wager that makes my cup of corporation coffee. Fuck you bottles of water. You're water. You're not worth two fucking dollars. Fuck your race that you think is so much better. Fuck your sense of entitlement. Fuck your sense of "uniqueness". Fuck you all for the belief that you have something unique and interesting to contribute. Fuck you for filling the internet with your useless garbage. Fuck your facebook, your psuedo-clever screennames, and stupid fucking myspace bulletins that all should be titled "LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!". Fuck your addictions. Fuck your dependencies. Fuck your pain. Fuck your tears. Fuck selling whatever it is you sell. Fuck your manipulation of others. Fuck movies. Fuck fucking. Fuck everything you own. Fuck your allergies. Fuck your stupid commons sense. Fuck your spelling and fuck your lack of education, or your ignorance, whatever is applicable.

Fuck the whole selfish, over politicized and party driven government system. I'm sick and fucking tired of policies and new laws with seven hundred bylaws that nobody but you and your cabinet reads. Fuck you councilors and your stupid 'district improvement' plans. Fuck you unions, for asking for so much and giving nothing more that what you already give. Fuck the whole process that allows people who are supposed to be working for us work for interests that only benefit the next campaign. Fuck your short-sightedness, your rush to the bandwagons, and your incessant arguing over fuck all. Fuck the parties, fuck the conventions, and fuck your campaigns. Do some real fucking work for a change.

And most of all, fuck whatever you believe. It's all wrong. Fuck it. Fuck your complaints.

Fuck you lady using exact change at the counter at the grocery store. Fuck you kids before me for fucking everything up for me now. And fuck you also for not getting the fuck out of your designated handicapped seat when a pregnant or elderly person gets on the fucking bus. I don't give a fuck. Shut the fuck up and just get on with it.