February 2012
11 posts
Spent my night trash-talking Steve Aoki. Feeling accomplished.
Anonymous asked: do you have any other tumblrs besides this one?
Sitting in a smokey room while two guys play the bluesiest jazz I’ve ever heard. I’m not sure what part of what movie I’m living in right now but I’m sure that I’m in it.
Just imagined a pissed-off demon who grants eternal life to anyone who vows to never do or create anything.
I should have bought oatmeal at the store. I’m going to make a sequel to Batman: Forever, called Oatmeal: Forever. I think I could handle being poor for the rest of my life if I somehow won a lifetime supply of oatmeal in a contest.
subordinate sandwich
submissive sandwich
subhuman sandwich
Anonymous asked: Post nudes
January 2012
7 posts
“There was a boy who’s mom was a gambling addict. She forced him to gamble with...”
– John Ryan introducing a YouTube video. (via themightycraig)
dreamt, last night, that i was chained to the interior of my car while witch hunters set it/me on fire. spent a while, watching my leg burn, wondering if that’s really what legs look like when they burn.
i think there was a high school cafeteria, somewhere in the dream, too.
to end my day at work, a mustache + barrette wearing, old man refused to acknowledge my presence, despite the fact that i was speaking directly to him. he seemed tired but i still expected some kind of funny, sarcastic comment to come from under that hat + facial hair.
wannabe hikikomori
hikikomori poseur
hikikomori tryhard
Why does slime matter?
Wondering if outer space is more futuristic than the concept of the future.
qq8qqq:
life has a funny way of making you listen to pop music dont you think
December 2011
26 posts
Authenticity seems to be either unreachable or unavoidable. I’m not sure which.
Anonymous asked: Who described you as a sociopath?
There are multiple videos of me, rapping crass lyrics on a stage while friends play Led Zeppelin songs on guitar + drums. It all seems very out-of-character for me.
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Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Just ate a taco. Thinking about asking the girls for a glass of water while the bros shotgun Busch Light.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Sitting in a dorm while four girls argue over what type of pizza they want. The TV is on ESPN and one bro is moving his car, out of fear of getting towed. Wondering if I’ll ever get home.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Surrounded by dirty, drunk people who seem to be having genuine fun, regardless of any amount of banality that I manage to passive-aggressively blog about. Wondering if my ex-girlfriend was right when she tried to diagnose me as a sociopath. My means of dismissing that accusation, still: at least I haven’t started killing people.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Watching some other bro grip an anonymous girl in a literal choke-hold while dancing with her.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Feeling like a stoic in comparison to everyone else in the Top 40 club.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Watching the bros pass cheap booze around the car, while in the parking lot of a Top 40 club. Waiting to exit the car and smoke my cigarette.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Walking around a casino, saw a man, who appeared to have been savagely beaten, playing blackjack. I think one of the bros won $30. I lost $7.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. We stopped at a seemingly hotel-themed McDonald’s. Lost track of what they’re talking about. Heard them reference “retards” somehow.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. The pseudo Britney Spears music is over and now they’re blaring a country song that includes the lyrics “… skin a buck.” Mind you, the car we’re in looks like it should be Tokyo-drifting through an urban setting while oldschool Towa Tei music plays.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Helped one of them analyze texts from a girl. He then moved to a song that I thought was B Spears but it wasn’t.
Live blogging my night with two bros I barely know. This just turned into a night with three bros I barely know. Third bro just tried talking to me about cars. I replied with “Yeah. Uh.”
Live blogging my night with two bros I barely know. This car smells like I’m not allowed to smoke in it. Feeling dread. They’re still talking about cars.
Live blogging my night with two bros I barely know. One of their phones has a comically sincere sounding country song ringtone. They’ve been talking about cars for a long time.
spacepopstar asked: IM REALLY UNHAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
had a dream that a girl showed me her tattoo. it was a crest that said “use condoms.” i asked her what it meant and she said “cancer.”
currently laying in bed, thinking my life is cosmic retribution for itself.
realized that by feeling too hungry to get up and make food that i will probably end up feeling sad and writing a depressing, existential-ass poem in a few hours. i spent a few minutes after said realization, wondering if every non-good feeling that i experience is a result of letting myself get too hungry to get up and make food.
stayed up until 3:00 am, watching anime while completely sober. woke up and my dad said i look “toasted.”
November 2011
22 posts
Anonymous asked: I'm going to miss you forever. So I guess that's that.
spacepopstar:
listening to ericvolpp while broasting lamb chops and drinking lots of wine