full-time loser

stop that horse
he wears my shirt
regret remorse
o how they hurt
I knock on doors
they turn to dirt
always the beggar
never the chooser
half-clever
full-time loser

from the slumberland
that time forgot
to the wonderland
of a spineless clot
who understands
who calls the shots
you might know
it’s another user
part-time poet
full-time loser
- John Cooper Clarke

this guy has soooo much good-looking in his head. and on his head.
jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk:

A closer look at the good stuff:
Copy of HOME-BREW zine
Two POSTCARD OF THE MONTH CLUB prints (October & November)
Set of two “I LOVE YOU, BUT…” pins
Two little pencils
Contest runs until Friday, December 2nd. Make sure there’s a way to contact you for your address!

this guy has soooo much good-looking in his head. and on his head.

jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk:

A closer look at the good stuff:

Contest runs until Friday, December 2nd. Make sure there’s a way to contact you for your address!

speep:

Jemima would be pretty babin’ as a man. Unf those cheekbones.

BABIN’ ME-MAN! I’D DATE HIM!!

speep:

Jemima would be pretty babin’ as a man. Unf those cheekbones.

BABIN’ ME-MAN! I’D DATE HIM!!

and they that had eaten were about five thousand men, besides women and children,
and Jesus just stood there and everyone admired his new undercut.
life is a progression from birth to death … in that sense, it’s one long walk to suicide.
blueprints for … a jar of salt

excerpt: Wayne Macauley, Blueprints for a Barbed-Wire Canoe (Black Pepper Publishing: 2004)

(Source: users.vic.chariot.net.au)

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the metaphor in this is killing me
so I found this photograph (unfortunately, and unsurprisingly, not credited to the artist) the other night, while lurking sparkly-hipster/tattoo/cute-boy/fox blogs for love hunt.
at the time, it struck me for its Relevance to My Life, and Things. (cute-sparkly-hipster-tattooed-boys, and a Silly Fox? Moz my life just now.) since then, it’s been absolutely stuck in my mind. 
because it reads like a frighteningly detailed allegory of … me. or parts of me. and stark, and self-conscious. my life and choices and fascinations and preoccupations. and the things that my soul is tangled in and invested in and that drain me.
… Allegory of a Silly Fox. but, seriously.
[photo: Kyle Johnson (flickr: kjten22, tumblr: kjphotos), ‘Fences’ (2009)]

the metaphor in this is killing me

so I found this photograph (unfortunately, and unsurprisingly, not credited to the artist) the other night, while lurking sparkly-hipster/tattoo/cute-boy/fox blogs for love hunt.

at the time, it struck me for its Relevance to My Life, and Things. (cute-sparkly-hipster-tattooed-boys, and a Silly Fox? Moz my life just now.) since then, it’s been absolutely stuck in my mind. 

because it reads like a frighteningly detailed allegory of … me. or parts of me. and stark, and self-conscious. my life and choices and fascinations and preoccupations. and the things that my soul is tangled in and invested in and that drain me.

Allegory of a Silly Fox. but, seriously.

[photo: Kyle Johnson (flickr: kjten22, tumblr: kjphotos), ‘Fences’ (2009)]

fox for

dear everybody—

why can’t I find any rad fox/kitsune tattoos to lurk?

1. foxes are rad

2. everybody likes foxes

3. foxes are still—surprisingly—trendy (or whatever)

4. foxes are totally elegant

5. sparkly hipster things

also. why can’t I find any rad space tattoos to lurk?

1. space is rad

2. everybody likes space

3. space is still—surprisingly—trendy (or whatever)

4. space is totally elegant

5. sparkly hipster things

[this dude]’s rad photograph of pretty bird (plus row of manics CDs and stack of, like, penguin classics?), from sometime. look at more of his photographs; do it a lot.

They’re old Fontana books. Mostly Agatha Christie. Although one of them  is Rosemary’s Baby which is a damn fine novel.

[this dude]’s rad photograph of pretty bird (plus row of manics CDs and stack of, like, penguin classics?), from sometime. look at more of his photographs; do it a lot.

They’re old Fontana books. Mostly Agatha Christie. Although one of them is Rosemary’s Baby which is a damn fine novel.

don’t death: let’s happy.
a friend took this in Harajuku.  it means a lot to me.

don’t death: let’s happy.

a friend took this in Harajuku.  it means a lot to me.