some tweets of mine favd by Queso aka @djbitchtits

@paulhansonclark
marry, fuck, scissors
07:43 PM - 18 Jun 14

@paulhansonclark
yall should follow me on twitter
12:46 AM - 05 Jun 14

@paulhansonclark
true poets die
12:53 PM - 13 May 14

@paulhansonclark
Sublime 182 
01:11 AM - 12 Apr 14

@paulhansonclark
A funny thing happened on the way to death
10:12 PM - 25 Mar 14

@paulhansonclark
When yr explaining something and the person stops listening
09:49 PM - 22 Jan 14

@paulhansonclark
the murder potential for twitter has yet to be fully explored
08:05 PM - 23 Dec 13

@paulhansonclark
gd the internet is so fuckin weird
10:14 AM - 07 Dec 13

@paulhansonclark
feel like there should be a rapper named ‘yung fuck’
10:40 AM - 06 Dec 13

@paulhansonclark
Just saw a girl driving, smoking a cig, loudly singing along to wrecking ball
11:48 AM - 01 Dec 13

@paulhansonclark
Invent Money From Nothing
03:22 PM - 09 Nov 13

@paulhansonclark
age of information is hell
06:45 PM - 29 Oct 13

@paulhansonclark
fuck death
01:26 PM - 20 Sep 13

@paulhansonclark
irl hoopla vs online hoopla
08:39 PM - 20 Sep 13

@paulhansonclark
where the fuck is carl
07:29 PM - 19 Sep 13

@paulhansonclark
what if drugs were legal????????
08:54 PM - 15 Jul 13

@paulhansonclark
a duck dick
01:13 PM - 23 Mar 13

@paulhansonclark
“HUMMUS????????? WHAT’S THAT?!?!?!??!?! COOL!!!!!!!!!!” - me in 2004 
02:34 PM - 20 Feb 13

@paulhansonclark
long + shitty - shitty - long = perfect
01:06 PM - 14 Nov 12

jawnbreaker:

are you kidding me, tumblrdotcom?

jawnbreaker:

are you kidding me, tumblrdotcom?

(Source: fatsweatyidiot69, via mouthbreath)

some screenshots from limp bizkit’s re-arranged

justinbflowers:

June 7, 2014 - Lincoln, NE

miss that bracelet

justinbflowers:

June 7, 2014 - Lincoln, NE

miss that bracelet

"All life of the spirit (like the words soul or spirit) is so subverted to business (in all its extending tentacles of meaning or rather demeaning as a word) that we are likely to want whatever outbreak of a soul in things. Like people in cities crave animal life and even have joy at the sight of a shabby caged up lion, and must have zoos because they provide some sop to a love of wild-life. So, our biggest error is I think to give any spiritual phenomenon an almost uncritical assent. To go mad or to be sick is we know a breaking out of the evil thing that is the dominating order of the time: but the very evil of this order is that it throws up sacrifices of the mad and the sick. And once we have the evidence of a Gauguin we can judge the failure and sickness of an Eilshemius; but Eilshemius can be compared closer at home with Eakins and Ryder. And “judged,” “compared” only because creative has got to mean something other than or more than genius in itself. I’d built up the idea that Ginsberg’s trajectory was in search of any and whatever “genius,” and even built up a criticism of such a purpose in a poet, a critical project toward undertaking the old struggle to give reality (realize) the good, beauty etc. But damn it, I went to Ginsberg’s reading last Saturday and in the middle of the sixth poem suddenly saw that it was all a sell, and had no more to do with poetry than an evening of Randall Jarrell or Richard Wilbur. So I got up and walkd out. Into the bliss of not having to have any ideas about Ginsberg at all, but only my prejudices or rather, because I was prejudiced to believe I was going to hear something really wrong at worst and at best that I was going to hear something that must be of concern wherever the imagination and spirit are of concern, a reaction then based on impulse before all information was in etc. But, tho many told me they were “bored” etc., all took pleasure in sitting thru that reading in order to have an opinion about it. And, because of the epiphany of that suddenly realizing I did not have to listen to this (it was like first walking out on a lecture at school), I thot how often we sit and writhe when we should go free before we start feeding on our annoyance. I shall now make my honest profession to know no more of Ginsberg than I know of geology (a lecture series I all but flunked in college because the drone of it put me to sleep.) But I have learnd that there’s a real joy in escape! If only I had had the courage of inner urges and been able to walk out on Jarrell, Garrigue and Wilbur, Spender and many others who provided doldrums of attention."
— Robert Duncan

ozthewild:

gave this a go on uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh's suggestion which was a good one. many takes, didn't get thru a single one dry. this is the only take i managed to finish. not doing another one cuz i'm raw as hell now.

Kids Who Die by Langston Hughes

his words. my voice. that’s about it.

also excited to hang. vive la cheese

2 chainz is 10 years older than cam’ron