prosperity is not a moral issue
football coaches: the new clergy
actually busy at work (BORING)
the new Harriet Tubman
short poems:
I
what’s the opposite of eugenics?
II
what
the fuck
are you doing in this commercial establishment
III
heinie of indistinct socioethnological provenance
in distinctly trashy jeans
with like, tweety bird and scarface embroidered on the leg
and flares
pack of cigarettes in left butt pocket
isn’t she going to crush them when she sits down?
she never sits down
basically, what i am saying is: more later.
hellboy ii the golden army
Giant Gonzalez-scale Tony Montana seated with a bunch of italians and dead people and Elvis’ head photo-shopped onto a random torso
Please note additional portrait of Scarface in upper right corner. Also, please note non-standard view of the Brooklyn bridge out the window. Only a couple of the characters in this whole thing are even loosely associated with New York City, NB.
inexplicable plastic piece of shit. it’s sean connery, except sort of a lego dude, except not. $25 SELL IT ON EBAY
NFL-branded (shitty) door knockers. for the home (or long-term hotel) with next to no class
Rampage Jackson folk art. Please note Mickey’s malt liquor ad on ring mat preserved. UFC corporation offers EPIC BRAND-BUILDING FOR YOUR AD DOLLAR. YOUR PRODUCT WILL BE TURNED INTO FOLK ART BY A SUICIDAL ART SCHOOL DROPOUT AND SUBSEQUENTLY TATTOOED ON A THOUSAND PALE, ZITTY BICEPS. DON DRAPER ON LINE ONE, HE’S CALLING FOR *YOU*
I’m a ghost la la la part 7
via the truth-and-light-filled monster brains.
merry mfing xmas
USED TO CATCH THE GREYHOUND IT’S MUCH DEEPER THAN RAP
Whitey on the moon
took a field trip to the south, purchased mexican breakfast food and consumed most of a pork belly in its processed form. walked north past a transit depot named after Jackie Gleason, past an upscale cemetery with a placard out front celebrating how they were no longer neglecting the graves of Civil War veterans after a bit of a lapse. traded in some of my personal junk bondage for only sort of necessary footwear.
proceeded into the sixth reich of park slope
language had two functions, cell phone cameras just have one.
and in the end, it’s probably not un-Christian to have a food coop, get together on some special treats, share them with your fellow (accredited and vouchsafed for) man and woman, and then, for winter evenings, also have a reflective vest so that special food coop members are less likely to get run over by cars or some shit. but in the end, we’re all going to the big farmer’s market in the sky.
cameo apples being sold off a ralph lauren-esque preppy-damaged Ford F150 across the street from Beyonce and Jay-Z’s condo building bring me closer to nature. God created all the fertilizers and manhands that went into breeding mr. and mrs. apple, just like he created capitalism or something.
believing in civil liberties is a upmarket vanity. or something.
hipster female pharmacist
this was initially going to feature some erogenous poems abuot hipster pharmacists i have known but instead, you get some arts. the first, not mine, the second two, mine.
tonsilitis
IT IS THE GOD DAMN STOCK EXCHANGE OF AMERICA, DON’T FORGET
IT SAYS “NARWHAL TUSK, REPLICA, $295″ BAD DEAL
