File this under “Seriously bad ass can’t be killed motherfuckers”… a guy is driving through the desert and his car breaks down. Instead of crying and wandering through the desert on foot, leading to his ultimate demise, he takes the car apart and turns it into a fucking motorcycle.
Intoxicated by this headfuck cocktail,
drinking, mixed in motion,
I sip until I spit the ocean,
then exhale the cosmos,
blow the smoke out my snot box,
tapping ash and hot rocks.
Stash in my odd socks,
I make these slapdash rappers do the foxtrot,
and whatnot, to the timing of my stop-clock,
their rhyming’s jokes,
like they started each line with “knock-knock”.
People in China like to ingest all sorts of fucked up powdered things, but this one is the most sick and bizarre. Officials in South Korea seized a shipment of thousands and thousands of pills from China made of ground up, powdered human babies. That’s way worse than pee pee in one’s Coke.
[The] average daydream is about fourteen seconds long and [we] have about two thousand of them per day. In other words, we spend about half of our waking hours — one-third of our lives on earth — spinning fantasies. —
If a poet’s no good, it’s usually obvious within a few pages, but novelists take longer to disappoint you. — Mark McGuinness - Yes, the Internet Is Changing Your Brain