CLEANING UP

The last post was pretty grotesque so let me do this:

Here is a rat doing an impression of my girlfriend.

HORRORS OF THE INTERNET, PART 200,801

Hello.
I was looking for info on the comic "Boku to issyo".
this came up in google:


Things about the above video:

1. Possibly not safe for work

2. Narrator describes watching anime about man-boy love

3. Narrator says "I was talking to one of my white friends", and then goes on to describe oversexed anime faun boys as "niggas."
He then drops the word "nigga" over and over.

4. Because of this video I have seen an anime boy dressed like a french maid stroking the penis of another crossed dressed anime boy with a dog's paw.

Thanks internet!
Fuck you.

24 HR NEWS CYCLE STILL BULLSHIT, BUT:

Somehow Dylan Ratigan pushes through with some truth, skip to 2:45.

CHILE'S MINE RESCUE: SUCCESS

SOMEONE ELSE SAYS HOW I FEEL ON YOUTUBE SO I REPOST IT

TITLES OF HYPOTHETICAL BOOKS I MAY NEVER WRITE

*The Good Woman of Shit Town
*Dread and Handicraft
*Ultramundane
*Sidereal War
*Songs My Mother Never Heard
*Narcissus Kissing Narcissus Drowning
*The Invincible Man's Ghost

REMINDER

In your country,
in our country,
there is a populist movement bankrolled by billionaires,
and supported by poor people,
for the rights of billionaires.

Thank you.

IT WAS ALL A DREAM

Made the change from a common thief
to bloggin images from G. "jeeves" Leach,
and I'm far from being cheap
worry about peak oil all day
fear death
it's the Degen way

PULLING A FULL FRANKLIN

Courtesy of G. "Jeeves" Leach.

Bigups to luminaries dying of syphilis everywhere.

PERSONAL HISTORY/STATEMENT OF PURPOSE (BROOKLYN MONOGATARI)

The year was 1981,
Down syndrome was the sound of the streets

I had two dads.

(21st Chromosone boy)

MALAY EAGLE OWL

Sent to me from Momo

SIDENOTE: SCIENCE FICTION

I had a thought last night while I was driving home and the roads were totally empty. I had the windows open and it was very cold. It was a half finished thought, and I present it here as such.

Have you ever read a shitty science fiction novel in which they introduce some kind of hypothetical device/thing without explaining what it really is, but it has a name which evokes what it looks like and or does?

Just making shit up, but, for example:

Nutrition cube
Light gun
Hover bike
Crystal city

I had some kind of breakthrough last night wherein I told myself that emotions, and how we name and explain them, works in the same way.
I immediately didn't know what I was talking about but thought I might be on to something.

CALENDAR DAYS ON WHICH I WILL DIE (PROJECTED)

Feb. 12th

Thousands of Februarys from now in a future where I live tethered to a potted plant. Forced into a compulsory one man focus group I will be beaten to death by my captors when I cannot answer which pair of underwear is whiter. The advertising campaign is a success because of my sacrifice.

Oct. 25th

In an accident on a highway. I am sitting in the front passenger seat. Someone I don't know is driving and someone I know is talking to be from the back.

March 8th

Killed by a two-headed woman in a convenience store bathroom. Domestic dispute. I am married to one of the heads. And living in the bathroom.

Jan. 12th

While on location as a talent scout for a reboot of a never popular children's show, the world ends. The last thing I see is glowing geometric patterns in the sky over the city. Crushed by falling architecture and left out of the final horribleness.

Aug. 7th

Killed by a complicated thought. I imagine a gunfight and am trying to calculate the amount of bullets shot from hypothetical guns, while the gunfight is interrupted by some characters, real and imagined, from my life. After seeing pets and family members torn apart in the fire-fight, my last brave act is to step out and wave my arms for a cease fire. Smugly proud of my own bravery, no matter how late, I die in real life as an old man in a hospital cafeteria face down in a plate of soup.

March 20th

Age 19, drunk driving. My car is found somewhere off of the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Jan. 22nd

While holding a telephone and looking at a cardinal at a bird feeder against a snowy backdrop.

May 3rd

Earthquake. My parents keep the hope that I am alive. Then they see a picture of me from ninth grade and decide to forget me.

Sept. 26th

At night I am choked to death by the cousin of a friend's boyfriend for not knowing the names of certain very important celebrities.

Jun. 15th

Killed by my fiancee in a complicated drinking game.

Dec. 14th

Self inflicted gunshot wound.
My spirit enters one of the following machines:
1. Gas flame which keeps the track switchers unfrozen on a southern freight line
2. Broken crane at an unused dock on the China Sea.
3. Automatic floor polisher at an art museum.
4. Child's toy guitar.
5. Mannequin
6. Random number generator computer used by codebreakers, a video camera with the lens cap on, assigning numbers to the visual noise.