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maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate i may actually be in love/very temporarily obsessed. babe housie gave us tickets to big day out and we saw das racist (!!!!! best of the day) and there was this white kid was doing dj duty so at first i went ‘moving along’ but! basically he moved real nicely, looked him up later and he’s a bit fucked in a fun way and a babe, and topping it off, cat.
i really don’t wanna check my bank account but.
DENNIS QUAID BITCH
(Source: braydenolson)
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RECOVERY
Sounds like: r&b and rap artists covering alternative bands… mostly
Solange Knowles - Stillness Is The Move (Dirty Projectors)
Frank Ocean - Nature Feels (MGMT)
Funkadelic - Can You Get To That (sampled in Sleigh Bells’ Ring Ring)
Gnarls Barkley - Gone Daddy Gone (Violent Femmes)
Kanye West - Young Folks (Peter Bjorn & John)
The Bamboos ft Washington - King of the Rodeo (Kings of Leon)
Fugees - We Trying To Stay Alive (Bee Gees)
Zo! - Take On Me (A-ha)
Donny Hathaway - Jealous Guy (John Lennon)
J Dilla ft Dwele - Think Twice (Donald Byrd)
Drake - Little Bit (Lykke Li)
Azealia Banks - Slow Hands (Interpol)
Fugees & Lauryn Hill - Killing Me Softly (Roberta Flack)
Frank Ocean - American Wedding (Eagles)
Drake - Let’s Call It Off (Peter Bjorn & John)
Enjoy!
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Azealia Banks battles Lil Kim
Azealia Banks met Lil Kim at the top of Mount Everest, just like they’d planned. It had been a long, hard seven months of training—the workouts, the ten-mile runs every morning, the light arms training… But it had been worth it. She was ready.
As she dismounted her dragon, Lil Kim sneered. “Your tricks don’t amuse me, Banks,” she said, fighting to be heard over the wind. She was wearing a parka, because they were at the top of Mount Everest.
Azealia Banks smiled sweetly. She was wearing jean shorts and a Mickey Mouse sweater, because she was Azealia Banks.
Lil Kim was fuming. She couldn’t take it any more. She raised her hands and shot balls of fire at her enemy. Azealia Banks did a little dance and deflected them.
Lil Kim was so mad she could spit. “Do you have your sword?”
Azealia Banks drew her sword. Lil Kim pulled out a machine gun and shot it at Azealia Banks. She used her sword to deflect every single bullet. The sword was made of platinum.
She started walking towards Lil Kim, grinning as always. “No!” shrieked Lil Kim, desperately shooting lightning bolts and black holes at Azealia Banks’ face, only for them to have absolutely no effect on her.
When Azealia was close enough, she used her sword to decapitate Lil Kim. Blood spewed up from her neck, drenching her sweater, turning the entire garment the color of Mickey’s shorts. The rest of Lil Kim’s body turned to stone.
Gripping the head of her felled nemesis by the hair, she approached her dragon, petting the noble steed and allowing it to feast upon Lil Kim’s blood. As she flew Alcalyzor back to Harlem, she reflected upon her actions. Yes, she’d defeated a threat to humanity, but also her sweater was stained. She chuckled. She had so many just like it at home.
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How to Fall In Love »
Start by leaving home. It’s not where the heart is,
but where the hard edge is. When ice begins
to ebb from shoreline,
freeing mangy marsh grass,
leave.And as you pick up speed, let your life arc out
away from you.Realize that you don’t know where you’re going
and that the weather changes often.
Steer between the stars
like songbirds coming back at night.
Listen to the whirring
of a thousand, thousand miles of dark.Remember you are ancient,
that once you walked out of the sea
and in the trees became another thing.
Know you can again.Become three kinds of lonely.
Light a torch.
Leave a trail of handprints on the walls.Or start by staying put.
Be a whisper looking for a mouth: luna, luna, luna.
Sit underneath the porch light.
Eat walnuts and persimmons.
Spread your red-edged wings.
‘Calling time’ begins near midnight.Be hungry. Want.
Women are locks. Men open them for doors.
—Susan Elbe
(Source: diodepoetry.com)
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"See, that’s my model of friendship; it’s something I crystallized when I was 12 and hasn’t changed. When I was 12, I knew how to have a friend. You rode bikes around and played with stuff and talked. That was a friend. Sometimes you snuck out at night. You had adventures. You explored stuff, like broken ships’ hulls, and swamps and forests, and you captured small invertebrates and studied them. That was a friend. What is a friend now? I dunno! Someone you have dinner with? I hate the having dinner with! Having dinner with is not fun! Dinner is what you have to quit playing and come in the house to have! Dinner is something your friend can’t come out because he’s having! Why is everyone always having dinner? I don’t want dinner! I want to go out in a boat! Having dinner is too adult. I want beanbag chairs and an outdoor swing. I want party treats, noisemakers and funny hats. I want cake and a screaming fit."
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73 Letterpresses, a daily letterpress project by Ian Coyle
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EXCLUSIVE: Critical legend Robert Hissmeow seen “caternizing” with the MCs behind his #1 album of 2011…
THESE GUYS. SO SOON.
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Jon Horvath uses GPS to replicate Jack Kerouac’s On The Road, exploring “the (dis)connection between Kerouac’s era and my present day as it pertains to spontaneous acts and the sensation of freedom.” More imaginative Kerouac visualizations. (via)
