better than the real thing!
I sat in washington square until I was eaten completely by bugs and then flew above the night in the blood of eighty-five sucking and flying insect helicoptoids.
I saw all the universe and music there and the money spent in adjoining university and restaurant programs. I noticed that you gave no dollars to the man with the banjo and I don’t hold it against you.
I saw crop circles in the tops of peoples’ balding heads which, once decoded using ancient english or egyptian circle technology, informed me of a new late night spot and I zoomed all of the blood formerly known as mine to it, biting beautiful + talented or not-talented butts and arms and ankles and the worst — knuckles, until everything there was swollen and unrecognizable.
My one true love was in attendance (of course, because what are crop circles good for if not the survival of romance?), though I’m not sure was height was he, what color was he, what profession he angled towards. I don’t know his mother’s attitude. I don’t know how he held, whether he felt comfortable with his masculinity or in his friendships. I have no idea what about him was likeable, if he had children or knew what children were. I don’t know because I was only my blood and a small pumping part of a cavalry that happened upon many bites each evening.
The blood of that late-night-fiesta-hamdoodle-booty-shake met the blood formerly known as mine and they mixed together like the horrors—so I’ve been told—in a junkies needle. Don’t be alarmed! This is wont to happen inside a helicoptoid blood sucker type of person who feeds on other animals!
I know this because mosquitoes all over new york exploded that night and left smokey firework traces that had lightening bugs talking for years, rethinking their approach.
Notice that when white people execute mass murders, law enforcement is quick to note that the person isn’t suspected of being a terrorist, just a troubled soul. And then the young man is peacefully arrested in the parking lot, like he didn’t just do some truly demonic shit.
Imagine if this dude was Muslim. What other accusations would be leveled? Would he not be suspected of being a part of a global terror network? Would it not spawn fear-mongering and hate speech? Would it not be used by the right wing to leverage more funding for the war on terror? or even to draw attention to Obama’s troubling foreignness? Would he have just been arrested peacefully in a parking lot?
But as it is, this young man is just considered a lone sick and twisted soul. He won’t be the subject of any of the aforementioned accusations. White people won’t be attacked in the media and society as a result of this. He won’t be labeled a terrorist. It will just be one thing that one white person did. This is what white privilege looks like.
—Lukas Brekke-Meisner, founder of 38thnotes.com, in reaction to the presses’ coverage of the July 20th movie theater shootings in Colorado.
also the L train is just a joke. there was some koolaid spilled on the subway platform an like 3 different hipsters came to photograph it like it was a beautiful sight
—The One and Only DaliaWalia (via anti-square)
Some mornings it’s hard to get off the stalk.
Bees waking up on a helenium stalk.