reptilesmile:

I WANT TO LOVE BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW
HOW IS THAT I CAN YOU CAN EVEN EXIST NOW
I JUST FELT THE ALCOHOL IN MY FEET
MY HEART HAS A LOT INSIDE IT I THINK, EVEN STILL

IF EVERYONE IS OK THEN WHY I AM I NOT
IT’S OK TO CRY A LITTLE, I THINK, JUST CRY
I THINK I WANT TO EAT YOUR SMILE TONIGHT
I THINK THERE’S SOMETHING IN IT TO KEEP ME ALIVE

I’M LOOKING AT THIS SLEEPING CAT RIGHT NOW
AND HE JUST SHIFTED A LITTLE AND IT WAS NICE
AND THE OCEAN’S FLOOR IS SO FAR AWAY

SINKING TOGETHER WOULD BE A COMMITMENT
AND RISING TOGETHER AN EVEN BIGGER ONE
BUT I THINK THAT ALL THAT WATER IS TOO MUCH

DRUNK SONNET 8 by Daniel Bailey

- Steve Almond 

“Or consider what Hughes does with a visit by our heroes to the Art Institute of Chicago. Backed by a soft, symphonic score, he offers us lengthy shots of the most beautiful paintings in the world: Hoppers, Modiglianis, Pollocks. There is no ulterior plot motive; he is simply celebrating the majesty of the work. We see Cameron, Ferris, and his dishy girlfriend Sloane stand before a trio of Picassos, transfixed.

As the music crescendoes, we see Cameron standing before Georges Seurat’s pointillist masterpiece, A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. We cut to a shot of Ferris and Sloane, the happy couple, necking in the blue light of a stained-glass window, then back to Cameron, alone, staring at the Seurat. Another one of these magical things happens: the camera begins zooming in on the little girl in white at the center of the canvas. We cut back to Cameron, closer now. Then back to the little girl. We see his growing anguish as he realizes that her mouth is wide open, that, in fact, she is wailing.

Okay, good enough: Cameron recognizes himself in the figure of this little girl whose mother is holding her hand but making no effort to comfort her. Got it.

But then Hughes takes us even deeper. He gives us an extreme close-up of Cameron’s eyes, then cuts back to the canvas, to the girl’s face, then to her mouth, then to the specks of paint that make up her mouth, until we can no longer resolve those specks into an image; they are just splotches of color on coarse fabric. This is the true nature of Cameron’s struggle: his anxieties have obliterated his sense of identity.”

Dudes on Ludes,

I got a little higher than usual the other night while cruising out to pick up food for my family. My high mind was forcing me to contemplate the importance of the place that you die versus the place where you’re reborn. I won’t bore you with the complexities of how I had gotten there. But, I started agonizing over it. Basically realizing that I had died in ‘04 and had been reborn in ‘04 as well. And the reason that this death meant more to me than the rebirth was because I had been at my creative peak that year.

I want to rewrite my history. I’m done grieving my own inspired death. I’m done mourning the music me / the party me. 

This is the Year of Shutting Up and Doing. 2012 should be the year that I think of as the most fruitful of my life. I have a dope wife, two glorious children, a siick house, and the opportunity to do great things artistically.

There are a couple of pieces of mine that will be published in various outlets this year (I’ll tell you more as they approach, I’m sure), I’m working on a little chapbook with a genius friend of mine who does design and I’m also currently banging out a novel with another genius friend of mine who writes the killer noise.

I’m cutting the shit this year, you guys. That’s basically what this comes down to.

theneweryork:

Let’s get weird. 

(Source: kickstarter.com)

A friend of mine was the guest chef on a blog you’ve never heard of (peepmyplate). Here he is above with a weirdo cat and what/how to cook is below:

Mediterranean fish soup a la Matthew P. Dickhaut.

This is a hearty and filling soup that is easy enough to make for even the biggest dumbass but comes out like you actually know what you’re doing. you got some fish? you got some shrimp? no? get some asshole! don’t fuck with me! okay. so to start…
List of ingredients

White fish. (cod or some shit… like, 2 pounds)
Shrimp (big fuckers)
fennel (what? one of those)
2 fuckin onions (dont go crazy)
A shit ton of garlic (8 cloves-ish)
Celery (two sticks of that shit)
olive oil (enough for the onion and all that crap)
Tomato paste (is good)
Peeled tomatoes (A can should do… a biggun)
crushed red pepper (be a man or dont… your call)
white wine (save enough to get smashed)
salt and pepper
fish stock (8 cups)
one orange, juiced and take a few strips of orange skin.
saffron (costs a lot)

okay. listen… this is simple shit. does your fish have skin? get rid of it. that is gonna be gross in soup. you should know this. take your fish fillets and cut them into nice sized chunks. i leave this to your discretion. same with the shrimp. cut those up and put it all together and put it to the side. add some salt and pepper too. dont go nuts. fish is kinda salty on its own.

next start chopping up your onion. just slice it. dont get too fancy, this shit is going to cook down so it can be on the big side as long as the slices are sorta thin. celery should be cut real fancy because you want to impress people with how good you can cut celery. 2 of those cut real nice should make people say “wow… this guy can cut celery”. you’ll be so cool. now smash and mince your garlic. everyone loves garlic so dont be shy. 8 cloves seems like a lot but dont be scared. i’m here for you.

now youre going to take all this garbage and throw it into a big ass pot with some oil. a couple table spoons worth. heat the oil first. is it in? good. stir it around on a low heat for about 8 minutes, till the stuff gets soft.

is that crap soft yet? sure it is, add that white wine. half a a cup. drink some too. it feels good. some tomato paste is due now. 2 table spoons or so. take all that fish stock and dump it in there. throw some of those tomatoes in there for the hell of it. Not all of it, just some… the orange peel and orange juice go in too along with the saffron and the smashed chili flakes. i should say that you need to smash your chili flakes. use a mortar and pestle if you have one. if you dont have one get the fuck out of the kitchen and go to mcdonalds you charlatan.

let this simmer for 45 minutes or so. keep your other shit handy cause its going in there, dont you worry. and dont you dare cover this… it needs to cook down.

so 45 minutes goes by and youre bored and youre saying to yourself…. “what the hell else can i throw in here?” well how about that fuckin fennel and all those tomatoes? forgot about that didnt you? well i sure as shit didnt and thats why this soup is so fucking bomb.

but yeah… dump that in.

let that cook for 20 or so till that fennel gets tender. how do you know when fennel is tender? i dont know either but needless to say it takes about 20 minutes on medium heat alright?

we’ve waited 20 minutes and we are thinking to ourselves… “what the hell else can i dump in this pot to make it taste real fine?” do you remember all that fish and shrimp you cut up earlier? I didnt make you do that for no reason. I’m not that big of an asshole. DUMP IT IN THERE!!!!!

hell yeah.

Now let that cook for maybe 10 minutes. you know… till its cooked.

you know what this shit needs? fuckin croutons.

French bread. you got it and dont tell me you dont.

cut it
garlic it
salt it
oven.

if i have to tell you how to cook a crouton you should maybe try a hungry man dinner. they take a few minutes in the microwave and will most likely suit your pedestrian tastes. (side note, i like the meatloaf ones…)

so you got croutons, you got some done ass soup. this shit is ready to go. Chop up some fresh parsley from your window box herb garden. (what?) throw it on the top of the soup that you ladle into a nice white bowl in your country farm house. throw a crouton on there and put it down on a 200 year old oak table with gingham place settings. if you dont have any of these things play to stock market and get them. youre done. youve made it. kiss your wife.

good ass soup? yeah. it is. YOURE WELCOME.

Here be the link.

murkavenue:

CLUE 1:
     “went to short dogs house,
       they was watching Yo MTV
       RAPS”
Yo MTV RAPS first aired:
               Aug 6th 1988
CLUE 2:
Ice Cubes single “today was a good day” released on:
               Feb 23 1993
CLUE 3:
      ”The Lakers beat the Super 
       Sonics”
Dates between Yo MTV Raps air date AUGUST 6 1988 and the release of the single FEBRUARY 23 1993 where the Lakers beat the Super Sonics:
      Nov 11 1988    114-103
      Nov 30 1988    110-106
      Apr    4 1989    115-97
      Apr  23 1989    121-117
      Jan  17 1990    100-90
      Feb  28 1990    112-107
      Mar  25 1990    116-94
      Apr  17  1990    102-101
      Jan  18  1991    105-96
      Mar  24  1991    113-96
      Apr  21  1991    103-100
      Jan  20  1992    116-110
CLUE 4:
Dates of those Laker wins over SuperSonics where it was a clear day with no Smog:
                Nov 30 1988
                Apr   4  1989
                Jan 18  1991
                Jan 20  1992
CLUE 5:
     “Got a beep from Kim, and
         she can fuck all night”
beepers weren’t adopted by mobile phone companies until the 1990s. Dates left where mobile beepers were availible to public:
                 Jan 18 1991
                 Jan 20 1992
CLUE 6:
Ice Cube starred in the film “Boyz in the hood” that released late Summer of 1991, but was being filmed mid-late 1990 early 1991 and Ice Cube was busy on set filming the movie Jan 18 1991 too busy to be lounging around the streets with no plans. Ladies and Gentlemen..

The ONLY day where:
Yo MTV Raps was on air
It was a clear and smogless day
Beepers were commercially sold
Lakers beat the SuperSonics
and Ice Cube had no events to attend was…
         
          JANUARY 20 1992
      National Good Day Day

-Donovan