Dispárenlo

I always go crazy on girls that call me "Hot"

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:02:16 -0400

ceescoeatsbabies:

Like cute is a maybe, but hot?

Like what would posses you to call me that?

What hit you on the head as a baby?

liquidnight: Vincent Hui - Kappa

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 18:59:39 -0400

liquidnight:

Vincent Hui - Kappa

(via gaboxrock)

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 16:33:26 -0400

(via gaboxrock)

acidicfuck: mothlarvae despite it being a cat, this reminds me...

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 05:18:14 -0400

acidicfuck:

mothlarvae

despite it being a cat, this reminds me of this huge dog i killed on saturday. it had a chocolate coat and i didn’t see it until my lights shined on it. surprisingly i screamed and the whole car went wild almost going into the ditch. this dog was so big that all my friends are calling me ‘the furry dog killer’. i wish i was lying. fuck my small ass town.

liquidnight: Édouard Boubat - Ghana, 1960 [From Édouard Boubat:...

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 03:58:28 -0400

liquidnight:

Édouard Boubat - Ghana, 1960

[From Édouard Boubat: A Gentle Eye]

rosieblogland: meganmcisaac: daniel and i have been working on...

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 01:01:01 -0400

rosieblogland:

meganmcisaac:

daniel and i have been working on a few songs, here is one of them. please keep in mind that we recorded this at one in the morning last night and that i have an awful cold with the worst cough and congestion. we’ll make a better version soon!

kari-shma: Bob Marley | Jammin

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 00:57:39 -0400

kari-shma:

Bob Marley | Jammin

liquidnight: Ben Tour

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 00:54:46 -0400

liquidnight:

Ben Tour

acgelabert: Señores, les presento un verdadero maestro. Devin...

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 00:54:15 -0400

acgelabert:

Señores, les presento un verdadero maestro.

Devin Troy Strother

Pintura, lapices de colores, vinyl, tiras de papeles..

Beauty, race, emotion and just plain radness.

fowlerfotography: riding in cars with boys

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 00:53:38 -0400

fowlerfotography:

riding in cars with boys

gabiiart@aol.com cmon people what you got for me? i want that...

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 22:31:36 -0400

gabiiart@aol.com cmon people what you got for me? i want that pic you took last night while you were trashed with your friends or last week when you went skateboarding and took some sick photos or that drawing you did yesterday on a napkin…

voristrip: JUXTAPOZ #105 - OCTOBER 2009 ISSUE CURATED BY PUSHEAD...

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 22:25:24 -0400

voristrip:

JUXTAPOZ #105 - OCTOBER 2009 ISSUE CURATED BY PUSHEAD | Guillotine

DOPE!

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 22:24:40 -0400

DOPE!

kate-elizabeth: Flipping through my ridiculously unorganized...

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 22:21:49 -0400

kate-elizabeth:

Flipping through my ridiculously unorganized “in progress” folder earlier.

I’ve definitely posted the photograph before, but here it is with a quick sketch that I never finished. That’s my (late) grandfather on the left… and I’m thinking I should definitely finish this before Christmas.

Don’t tell my grandmother, you’ll ruin the surprise.

sleeperisms: i loved to get mail in there

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:41:53 -0400

sleeperisms:

i loved to get mail in there

sleeperisms: unfiinished. the paper was the commissary sheet...

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:41:32 -0400

sleeperisms:

unfiinished.

the paper was the commissary sheet you order your food from.

lolz!

sleeperisms: drew this in jail.

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:41:13 -0400

sleeperisms:

drew this in jail.

Motto the unattractive Unicorn

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:16:47 -0400

kidsundays:

When i asked to wright a Self evaluation of our progress in English composition, I wrote this.. I kind of had fun with it…

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Motto The Unattractive Unicorn.

A cliché Self Evaluation

Andrew Bernal

Two soldiers’ in the state of bereavement face themselves against their will, face to face, with out a blink, ready for the other opponents’ first move. One yells! “Concentrate focus on the clever truths that hold your reality to its perfection!” simultaneously it begins to rain and tree’s sprout from the muddy ground, developing radiant scales glowing across a field of vast nothingness. The other replies, ”To run free and wild beyond gods is the true calling of life and heart!”

I myself am puzzled by the two fundamentalists, and ask politely for they’re static to come to a silence. But it seems the more Steven Mills talks about proper citations, and comma placing; the more the room becomes a dizzy spell of ugly humor and vociferous chanting. My demons will not let me concentrate.

My older sibling ponders my abstract thinking sets me apart from that of the common student. I believe it sets me back, how am I supposed to listen to lectures when I have so many thoughts speeding through my mind, sometimes I wish the noise would quiet, for then maybe I could receive proper sleep. When given a topic of modest limitation, I find myself able to complete the task with little discomfort.

My disadvantage as an advantage? Thank heaven for spell check, my greatest improvement of all; an inner cybernetic educator with nothing but solid facts and no particular questionable truth’s. “Its not that I don’t know how to spell, its just that I cant spell” its become my own underhanded language, a native tongue spoken between the skirmishing hemispheres of my radical reality.

It became interesting when asked to describe a fraction of an event in colossal detail; it was a sunset played backwards of an event. Here was my chance to have a lot of fun with an assignment and really get graded for it. I wrote about my nightly adventures of attempting to fall asleep, a light topic far more interesting than intergalactic space aliens or global catastrophes. Though if given a time watch and able to rewind my beat up cassette player. I would take it all back and revamp my work to it’s natural abstract state. Far more beautiful, drenched in color, and played at two hundred beats per minute.

The norm is far to boring and belongs dead in a catacomb, knocked over the head with a shovel. Much improvement is needed for further assignments and I plan to use glitter.

Now rate my face book pic, how pretty was I in your class? I do hope the modern moron fails epically, but I believe I will move on to stain the world with elevated wonder.

“Ill try my hardest” were the words I said to myself while first walking into Steven mills English composition class. And after much spilled blood from my wrists and out of control screaming, I got the job done, correctly I hope. And I will leave the class saying, “I’ve tried my hardest.” I truly do believe I have grown just a little in Mr. mills class, I wish his class was longer, and I wish we covered more literary topics, like poetry or lyrical construction. But for the most part if I had to label my performance in his class I would assigns myself a new letter grade far more awesome than those already manifested by the educational devil. Something like a U for unicorn!

Please give me a B+ J

liquidnight: Richard A. Kirk

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:13:48 -0400

liquidnight:

Richard A. Kirk

Downtown Miami by me

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 03:45:29 -0400

Downtown Miami by me