Posts tagged ‘Street Photography’
you don’t need a skirt to be riding pretty.
Every time someone says ‘I do not believe in fairies,’ somewhere there’s a fairy that falls down dead.
compton and long beach together now you know you in trouble
She’ll help us get the fucking Lektor.
every now and then i give up balloons. it’s never really a planned thing. my body just tells me, “no more fucking balloons roy.” so i listen because i know if i don’t i can get into some deep trouble. when you deal with the kind of balloons i deal with, there is only so much your body can handle before it just shuts down on itself.
if you think this has to do with you then think again man. and that’s where the bible got it really wrong when it comes down to it. the fact that the women came second after the man and shit doesn’t mean that the women were created for the man. a lot of people say that but you know science, real science without the politics, can really change paradigms. what if i told you that if you take a look at a woman’s galaptor cells under a microscope, and you can get this on ebay, you’re going to see without a shadow of a doubt that a woman is related to the modern day entenmann’s softee donut but in a much more concentrated form. to put it in perspective, just one drop of their liquid cinnamon sugar donuts is enough to make three hundred thousand boxes of donuts.
when it comes to competitive ice cream eating, there’s the bobby griffiths and the lucy dasilvas and the west coast all stars and then there’s fucking us. our sport has been portrayed in a kind of debonair light, you know horses and sunny fields and mint juleps. that’s just a show like for non-cable t.v. if you have the jompa network or the sunnyvale comunity, then you know every third saturday of the month at 2:30 p.m. either rain or shine or snow we have boardwalk battles and frankly we don’t even care if anyone gets in our way. we’re going to do our thing and you’re either going to watch or you going to be dead.
i remember those saturdays when my parents knew not even to try and wake me up before two o’clock in the afternoon.
if i had to describe it in a few minutes, i think the real difference between manhattanites and brooklynites comes down to movie theatres. in manhattan, when something goes wrong with the movie in the theatre, everyone gets all serious and they won’t leave the place until they get a refund and free drink or something. and they’ll be pissed and make sure everyone hears them say that “they’re never coming back to this place ever ever again” and that they’re going to lodge a complaint with the city on the new 3-1-1 app for iphone. they all then start yelling with one another and then after five or ten minutes everyone starts blaming bloomberg or newt gingrich.
but in brooklyn, when something goes wrong with the movie, everyone just kind of shrugs and laughs quietly to themselves.
i started i think when i saw rambo 1 or rambo 2. this was when this kind of stuff was on vhs or beta, even before blockbuster. i don’t remember whether it was 1 or 2 but it was the one where he comes out of the fucking side of the earth covered in mud and stabs the guy in the chest. it was just simply amazing. better than the predator even. i want my fucking son to be rambo, too. none of this elmo shit.
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