Elijah

Our New Kitchen

BEARCLAWESOME!!!

Philadelphia time capsule, psychotropic, painkilling, one.5 month ago.

San Francisco, City of Ugliness. All those USGS/Google aerial photos are actually just taken out the window of passenger planes.

Just try to beat this bullet in a footrace. You can't. Dummy. It's the R7. NO FEET

Schoenen Schnitzelen schmecken mir super gut bei Ludwig's Biergarten

Fries!

Noreen Mumpower Spriggs and Beersteen Blunderer Biggz

Philadelphia is city of dreams but it's dusty and makes sneezie and snottie

So we're agreed then

Runs a tite ship, he does. Threw me through the door. No, he just punched my ticket.

I'd take lives to get this beer in California. Some future society.

Adventures with Flat Stanley Killing it in a Big Way

Stanley is my friend from gaithersburg, from Woodfield Elementary.


Stanley makes his voice heard. Let this little candle shine bright.

Stanley hangs loose with the Clarion Flatsters.

Stan causes a ruckus. He's a guy on the edge.

Spring, and love is in the air at Mission and 24th street.

Stanley clotheslined these poor bastards.

Stanley acheives.

Fuckin faggot firemen never had any pussy in the history of firemen or pussy

Chocolate never tastes better than in prison!

Kablooie!

Beauty Beauty all around.

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There's a backlog of posts. But this couldn't wait.

Sterling Hayden

What does a man need, really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in, and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade. The years thunder by, the dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. before we know it the tomb is sealed. Where then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be - bankruptcy of purse, or bankruptcy of life?

St. Stupid's day

April 1.

First Church of the Last Laugh's St Stupid's Day, a parade of Idiots from the pointy building to Washington Square Park. Today everyone is Stupid, including you. Know thyself.



Blake, who did costumes for the YTP. She assured me that I looked really Stupid.



I put my pants on one leg at a time, just like the rest of you. Except that when my pants are on I shit green in them and chief milk.


This guy asked me if I was an astronaut. I responded indulgently. I told him I was. Even in our Stupid fantasy world we couldn't sustain a conversation. "Are you an astronaut" was as far ahead as he'd planned, I figure. He was in a different costume each time I saw him. Each featured his ass prominently. He ducked into a portajohn to change, like green lantern. He was really Stupid.

These pictures were taken by strangers. I found them.

this is new. I'll get with it.