AND A is selling the umbrellas I designed, again, in different colors.
My name is nowhere on the page. And they never sent me samples.
Well.
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2.12.2011
10.06.2010
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)
Down syndrome was the sound of the streets
I had two dads.
(21st Chromosone boy)
2.19.2010
A JOKE THAT DIDN'T WORK BUT I STILL FIND FUNNY
So I cracked myself up the other day.
I was sitting on a park bench with a friend of mine smoking a cigarette and talking.
Then a Chinese tour group came by, being lead by the tour leader who had a flag that he was waving.
We were in a big open section of Yoyogi park but for some reason the tour group was walking in single file really close to us. Really close to us, almost bumping into our knees. We joked that they were trying to vibe us on some national rivalry.
So I told my friend I was going to run up to their assembled tour group and yell "STEVE JOBS MOTHERFUCKER" and then run away.
And then I laughed really hard.
Because in my mind Steve Jobs is the president of google and, China, and you know. But Steve Jobs isn't the president of google and my friend didn't understand what I was laughing about.
Later I died and they dug up my mind and put it on a pedestal in a museum. At night after all the museum visitors had left my mind got down from the pedestal and started humping one of the automatic robots that waxes the museum floors.
I was sitting on a park bench with a friend of mine smoking a cigarette and talking.
Then a Chinese tour group came by, being lead by the tour leader who had a flag that he was waving.
We were in a big open section of Yoyogi park but for some reason the tour group was walking in single file really close to us. Really close to us, almost bumping into our knees. We joked that they were trying to vibe us on some national rivalry.
So I told my friend I was going to run up to their assembled tour group and yell "STEVE JOBS MOTHERFUCKER" and then run away.
And then I laughed really hard.
Because in my mind Steve Jobs is the president of google and, China, and you know. But Steve Jobs isn't the president of google and my friend didn't understand what I was laughing about.
Later I died and they dug up my mind and put it on a pedestal in a museum. At night after all the museum visitors had left my mind got down from the pedestal and started humping one of the automatic robots that waxes the museum floors.
2.18.2010
READ KIERKEGAARD AND REGRET IT
Laugh at the stupidities of the world, and you will regret it; weep over them, and you will also regret it. Laugh at the stupidities of the world or weep over them, you will regret it either way. Whether you laugh at the stupidities of the world or you weep over them, you will regret it either way. Trust a girl, and you will regret it. Do not trust her, and you will also regret it. Trust a girl or do not trust her, you will regret it either way. Whether you trust a girl or do not trust her, you will regret it either way. Hang yourself, and you will regret it. Do not hang yourself, and you will also regret it. Hang yourself or do not hang yourself, you will regret it either way. Whether you hang yourself or do not hang yourself, you will regret it either way.
1.29.2010
OH, AND ALSO, JD SALINGER IS DEAD
JD Salinger is dead but everyone is quoting Akutagawa:
"Once he had finished writing "The Life of a Stupid Man", he happened to see a stuffed swan in a secondhand shop. It stood with its head held high, but its wings were yellowed and moth-eaten. As he thought about his life, he felt both tears and mockery welling up inside him. All that lay before him was madness or suicide. He walked down the darkening street alone, determined now to wait for the destiny that would come to annihilate him."
"Once he had finished writing "The Life of a Stupid Man", he happened to see a stuffed swan in a secondhand shop. It stood with its head held high, but its wings were yellowed and moth-eaten. As he thought about his life, he felt both tears and mockery welling up inside him. All that lay before him was madness or suicide. He walked down the darkening street alone, determined now to wait for the destiny that would come to annihilate him."
11.26.2009
GIMME THAT CHRISTIAN SIDE HUG, THAT CHRISTIAN SIDE HUG
Pretty sure this is serious.
And horrible.
Let me cleanse your pallette with this superior rap about bikes:
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