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faptop:

WHY AM I LAUGHING SO HARD WHY IS MY SENSE OF HUMOR THIS TERRIBLE

brucesterling:

UFO typologies, 1967

brucesterling:

UFO typologies, 1967

giraffescanflytoo:

kurdtkocaine:

so my brother was doing something weird in the front yard in his underwear???

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and the next thing i know……

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Do you live in a Sims game

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via conradtao)
dietchola:

the best New Years text I got

dietchola:

the best New Years text I got

streeter:

I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.” 

streeter:

I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.” 

thetimingofconsequence:

beckyblackbooks:

Mortal enemies.

Oh my fucking god ahahhaha

fuckyeahbradneely:

Creased Comics
Wu Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M
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mymusicplayback:

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C.R.E.A.M 

Get the money

Dolla dolla bill yall

Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood
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I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I’m useless but not for long
My future is coming on