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comedy jesus

i am neither Christian, nor antiChristian and as the overt threat of violent reaction prohibits us from criticizing certain other religions i am wary of criticizing the Christian religion which seems to me in broad terms non-violent but also often patronisingly anti education and anti freedom. with the internet now, the spread of information is super hot not cool anymore (see marshall mcluhan). the current Pope Francis is a figure i greatly admire tho we do not share ALL the same beliefs. i am posting this not in the desire to offend but in the interests of what Freud felt to be energy saving - laughter. shalom, yakshimash and big love..

http://fuckoffjesus.tumblr.com/

massi lo russo

massi lo russo

capslock

THE LOVE SONG OF
J. ALFRED CAPSLOCK.

BY AARON BELZ

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[Originally published October 17, 2012.]

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HI MY NAME IS T.S. ELIOT CAN U HEAR ME
I’M TRYING TO TEXT U FROM WHEREVER I’MBURIED
I DON’T HAVE A MOBILE TELEPHONE YET SO UHAVE TO BEAR WITH
WANTED TO SHARE A BIT ABT LIFE AFTER DEATHFOR POETS AT LEAST
IT’S NOT WHAT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE IT SUCKS
I’M NOT SURE WHERE I AM AND I CAN’T GET CAPSLOCK OFF
FOR SOME REASON THERE’S A POSTER OF MATTDAMON IN MY CASKET
WHY I DO NOT KNOW SRSLY THERE’S ALSO SOMEINCENSE
IT’S LIKE A SHRINE IN HERE BUT NOT TO MEEXACTLY
I ALWAYS PICTURED THIS AS MORE LIKE ACOCKTAIL PARTY
BUT THIS AIN’T THAT SO LET ME JUST SAY IF URLISTENING
I HOPE U NEVER HAVE TO COME HERE BC IT’S JUSTWEIRD
WHAT I REALLY WANT NOW IS TO COME BACK TOLIFE AND SAY SOMETHING DROLL
I JUST WANT TO BE HESITANT ABT THE BIGQUESTIONS AGAIN
LIKE IS THERE LIFE AFTER DEATH, WHAT IS ART,ETC
BUT I CAN’T EVEN MOVE AND THERE’S NO FOOD
HEY IF U CAN HEAR ME TAP TWICE
UGGH THIS IS JUST BORING SOMEONE PLEASE LETME OUT

mcsweeney's

konbini

http://www.konbini.com/en/inspiration/berlin-self-service-fridges-fighting-waste/

brohemia

add more colors

jay

essam

ramy essam in new york

einstein

Mr Brainwash at LSD

varda

agnes varda at color as experience

music

music, rhythm, strings, drums, floating around the cosmos to our ears our ears, we are vessels, music is alive in us, we teach other to sing, to mix, to combine, to get multilayered, escaping slavery, escaping mental slavery - guilt fear judgement blame shame hate anger, we party long into the dawn, watching the horizon with hearts bursting, eyes exploding with light, satiated beyond our wildest dreams.

hope

rose-lynn fisher at kiitdoo

jazz

Selecta Cab - Ovniversal Ethio Groove by Selecta Cab on Mixcloud

jay electronica lyrics

Listen, the two-faced king from Britain and Rome
Had a baby in a bush on the grassy knoll
Where they peel back the orange head peel of a gnome
He said "Hey MC, I know you like killing 'em
You terrorized the skies for 25 millenniums
Now you settin fire to land
You the lion, you the savior, the messiah, the lamb
You need back up, you moving on the youth at dawn
Call Badu and get Tyrone on the megaphone
Tell'em I sent you and your codename is Megatron
If trouble comes use your brain like a telephone
He'll take you to the Chocolate City
Where two-face and the prince of darkness had a Committee of Snakes

Read more: Jay Electronica - Dimethyltryptamine Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

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[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Do I have to fill out a form to get my liquid cigarettes?
I'm going to blow my brains out.
It's much easier to get hijack Marlboros from the trustees.

[Hotline Operator]
What? What is this? I'm sorry...

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Plastic bag, and...
Do I have to fill out a form to get my liquid cigarettes?

[Hotline Operator]
What? Wait, just slow down (unintelligible)
I can't hear you.

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
It's much easier to get hijacked Marlboros from the trustees.
It's gone soft.
Black, white, grey.
These last few months.
Cancelled checks.
The police arrived.

[Hotline Operator]
You're in a prison?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
You won't be so arrogant when the police arrive.

[Hotline Operator]
What are you talking about?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
It's gone soft.

[Hotline Operator]
What?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
It's gone soft.

[Hotline Operator]
What's gone soft?
I don't know what you're talking about...

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Plastic bag.

[Hotline Operator]
What plastic bag?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Harassing me and stick bombs and stuff.

[Hotline Operator]
Stick bombs. What stick bombs? I don't know what you're talking...
Really, I'm trying to understand you but I don't.

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
It's gone soft!
Black, white, grey!
These last few months.
Cancelled checks!
Ohhh!

[Hotline Operator]
Yeah, where are you at?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Do I have to fill out a form to get my liquid cigarettes?
It's much easier to get hijack Marlboros from the trustees.

[Hotline Operator]
What do you want? Why are you calling?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Cause I'm gonna blow my brains out.

[Hotline Operator]
Are you in a prison?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
No!

[Hotline Operator]
Where are you at?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
I don't know where I'm at!
Do I have to fill out a form?

[Hotline Operator]
What?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Do I have to fill out a form?

[Hotline Operator]
What form do you have to fill out?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
The trustees!

[Hotline Operator]
What trustees are we talking about?
No really, what trustees? I don't understand.

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
It's...harassing me!

[Hotline Operator]
What?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
HARASSING ME!

[Hotline Operator]
OK, who's harassing you.
Who's harassing you?
Who?
Take your time. Calm down...
Who's harassing you?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Harassing me!

[Hotline Operator]
Who? Who are you talking about?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
The police.

[Hotline Operator]
OK, why are the police harassing you?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
I, I, I don't know!

[Hotline Operator]
I can't help you unless you think!
Why are they bothering...
What's your first name.
Do you have a first name?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Gray.

[Hotline Operator]
Gray. Why would the police bother you?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Cause I have a plastic bag.

[Hotline Operator]
You have a plastic bag?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Yes.

[Hotline Operator]
What's in the plastic bag?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Hijacked Marlboros.

[Hotline Operator]
How much hijacked Marlboros do you have?
A lot? A little?
Twenty cartons? Ten cartons? A hundred cartons?
I mean I'm just trying to ask you, cause like, you know, how many?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
You won't be so arrogant when the police arrive...

[Hotline Operator]
Hello? Gray?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Yes?

[Hotline Operator]
What is that in the background?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
What?

[Hotline Operator]
What is that noise?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
My, my...

[Hotline Operator]
What?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
It's...

[Hotline Operator]
Your what? What?
Gray?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
Yes?

[Hotline Operator]
What is that?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
It's my mother...

[Hotline Operator]
What's going on?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
It's my mother.

[Hotline Operator]
Wha, wha, wha, your mother? Who's come into the house?

[Jean-Michel Basquiat]
My mother.

[Hotline Operator]
Your mother came into the house? I hear a man's voi...

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