Hey friends and downtown "friends", for real--I hate having to do this because hating things dilutes creative things, but friends are indispensable things. Intoxicated spills...It's been a formidable year for the good times and rock n roll period. The ills of Fifth + Prospect(the shoppe) and trying to make it, has roused a monster of qualities like not cool. So I don't come around no more, ever-allusive, and overall model indifference, but trust me, uhhhhh.
Btw, thanks for the calls you guys, but that meth line was just mediocre, creative writing sans all my marbles from the years of abuse. Point being, this site loosely hits downtown, creatives, and subcultures of doom(boom)--not me mostly.
on average:
and vibing with SPLIF + Larry from the Bronx, maybe...
nice, sorry, peace: Queen Kelicia, the Art Factor, City Art(1 day I'll come outside my head)
can’t decide if waking up from a coma in philly feels more like the film brother from another planet or the scenario brother at a death metal show…hmm.
couples get no better…
this is the arm of the person that found a body with no head the other day in the river here
You still think swastikas look cool in the real fourth reich you’ll be the first to go.He didn't speak english but english doesn't sound cool...
CrushXOXOXO:
Thanks for the email Daniel. Unfortunately I found a magnetic nothing about the song in the last post—but being a head for funk, soul, meth, and disco too; I will likely end up on a crazed short to endless dig for something…Butta baby indeed, Gourmet. Nevertheless, the other half of this post lays up McDonald’s as the quintessential shit of all shits. Their latest tour de force womps, wins, and bridges the gap between good, intoxicating(ed) eats and food as an art form, kinda. Leave it up to REVS, COST, EarSnot, and emaciated Parisians to do so:
And….Earsnot burgers sounds fresh to me….And I’m absolutely for sure Crown Fried was hip to the graffiti in-store placements way back before this McDonald’s in Paris—but one can’t help but marvel at what an open mind and innovation can lead to(Phl). For instance, this post so far reminds me of the Standard Hotel’s acceptance of a Noah Butkus installation:
Saying, “saying sorry is for sorry people” personally feels like bumping into serotonin with no remorse, ahhh, but I’m sorry. Basically, the City Art show in Philly at the time felt right to push, so I became a booster for it hard. But the infamous but…Bum early on the day of the show, around 3pm I woke up feeling free and false. Simply, I was involved in something I wouldn’t die(like, to die) for, and didn’t end up going. To all involved, don’t take it personal, it was personal idiosyncrasies.
Apologies. Forever and Eternity in human years has been about a week. Now, neither here nor there, in nyc, walked into the most beautiful thing. Thought about apple jacks and how the titties were out in a 101 degrees of pure concrete heat, the unadulterated version:
Weird, but you never see topless, sitting ducks downtown in Philly. Btw–graffiti people instantly wanna hate is a win, right?
seen, found via the art bird Marina on Animal. Abstract Adolfs(personal title) or Success and Failure of Abstract Art by Marc Seguin @ the Mike Weiss Gallery, guess where:
Important: materials on the story of adolf as an artist(boring), check it…And a personal favorite from the very show Abstract Adolfs is hung in, belongs to Kim Dorland — Red Trees. ahhhh:
The hilarious line about life sucking was only for kicks. Sitting on broad: thinking, drawing, lemon loco, etc….this man with 1 leg scooting in the bike lane, stopped, took out a mic, turned on a speaker, and did some of the best doo wop. Definitely one of those despite everything, be thankful kinda, moments…
It’s the same deal with stars…Skulls meddled into design and badass art, is a deduction from originality points that only a stroke of genius can succeed back. No not subjective; just a lampoon on a way of life that is overwhelmingly supported by the wardrobe of athletes and peens out in nightlife that claim they are really into nightlife, like that. Alexander McQueen’s newish, eyewear advert depicts the antithesis of the previous sentence and spawns a crypt world consolidated of Guns n Roses, rawr, and high fashion. The promoted product, oh I don’t know, but these ads are A1:
And was somewheres, and caught this cult-infamous skull on someone’s fat calf. Again, how it’s done:
