“If that’s what gets your dick hard—telling people they’re bad at making art.”
Andrew Jackson Jihad
We Didn’t Come Here to Rock
Feeling poetick and sad and shit? Get at this.
The spin of the earth impaled a silhouette of the sun on the steeple
And I got to hear the same sermon all the time now from you people
Why are you staring into outer space, crying?
Just because you came across it, and lost it
Gonna watch A Walk to Remember, drink red wine and bawl my eyes out because that’s all I’m good for right now.
“You idiot kid, you don’t have a clue.”
— Elliott Smith
A looming question of mine:
Is there memoriam in forgetting?
“No, I swear that I dooon’t have a guuuun, no, I don’t have a guuun.”
Where are you going?
Oh. They’re outside shotgunning beers.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
Dude, I’m like so drunk but—”
Kurt Cobain is rolling in his grave as bros piss beer and pent up semen on his life’s work.
Late recap of 2013 so far: Persona Non Grata —-> Our friend group
Sorry we da badd3st b1tch3z. No one said that it’d be easy; just that it’d be worth it. Go team!
Step 1: Drink. Drink a lot.
Step 2: Act like you’re better than the freaks at the party and be sure to establish dominance over those pale, unattractive fuckers.
Step 3: Consume foods regardless of their availability to the party public.
Step 4: Repeat
Congratulations. You a bad bitch 2.