Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra share their respective recipes for Hamburgers.
I feel like this would be what would happen between me and @solaceforthesane
(via fulander)
The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them into shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name
3 weeks ago
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3 weeks ago
I have my moments when I’m annoyed with nyu, but I love writing for local and my section
2 months ago
"
1)Beyond Action and Reaction we would establish ourselves.
2)We start from opposite statements of a chosen world. Set up violent structure of adolescent clearness between two extremes.
3)We discharge ourselves on both sides.
4)We fight first on one side, then on the other, but always for the SAME cause, which is neither side or both sides and ours.
5)Mercenaries were always the best troops.
6)We are primitive Mercenaries in the Modern World.
7)Our Cause is NO-MAN’S.
8)We set Humour at Humour’s throat. Stir up Civil War among peaceful apes.
9)We only want Humour if it has fought like Tragedy.
10)We only want Tragedy if it can clench its side-muscles like hands on its belly, and bring to the surface a laugh like a bomb.
"- BLAST Magazine
2 months ago
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It’s 3rd avenue and cars are rushing by
splashing the puddles and throwing
a dirty mist
on the bright green awning
lined with deflated balloons
bobbing in the wind to attract
children who never pass
on the sidewalk
cracked and worn
spotted with gum and footprints
like any good city is
and in between the two
anchored by the dirty gray and reaching for the stained green
are flowers
the special type of flowers found in the city
growing from green plastic cones
instead of grass
tended not by a gardner but
by the hands of an immigrant worker
hands rough but gentle
as he sells us emotion for his american dream
flowers that are bright blues and mixes of white and pink
like no natural flower should be
dyed to suit the proper emotion
fake so we can try to be real
who buys these
there is the high school boy
awkward and trying to approximate
proper social interractions
who stops to buy three poorly maintained roses
before stuffing them in his backpack
and running downtown
and going into his rival high school
and sitting behind his ex
and next to his former bullies
and watches a play he has no interest in
and knows he will get in trouble for being out late with a dead cell phone
for that one moment when
when the play is over
and he can walk up to her
steal her from conversation for a moment
give her the crushed roses, tell her she was great, and confidently stride out
or atleast pretending to be confident
and more like sprint than walking
and hoping the whole way home
that she will remember this gesture
when he asks her to prom, so he can feel normal
and give her a better flower,
white and fresh and tied with a blue ribbon
from a florist, not a bodega
But he knows how it all started
with those beat up roses
sold by the Asian woman who knew him for
Arizona Iced Teas and breakfast sandwhiches
who was chasing her american dream
but helped him get his instead
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I can actually see the shame in his tiny little eyes. He’s here on business.
(via fizzycoker)
Source: deadmau53 months ago
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