whatever though.
the biggest of boops.
…excuse me what?
stop; zebra time.
if i ever had the balls to smoke a blunt to the face, i’d call it a personal wookiee.
“eagerly i wished the morrow;—vainly i had sought to borrow
from my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore.”
i should’ve been this instead.
“just as we take the train to go to tarascon or rouen, we take death to go to a star. what’s certainly true in this argument is that while alive, we cannot go to a star, any more than once dead we’d be able to take the train. so it seems to me not impossible that cholera, the stone, consumption, cancer are celestial means of locomotion, just as steamboats, omnibuses and the railway are terrestrial ones.
to die peacefully of old age would be to go there on foot.”
goddamnit, van gogh.
boop.
“whenever we hear sounds we are changed, we are no longer the same after having heard certain sounds. and this is more the case when we hear organized sounds, organized by another human, being music.” -karlheinz stockausen
gersberms?
not a single duck fuck.
‘murica.
i don’t care that i care that i don’t care.
make ya prove that it’s bulletproof
