bleach bottle. plastic scraps. plastic scraps. wet tissue. wet tissue. wet tissue. condom. plastic scraps. beer can. surprised no one picked that up yet. cigarette. butt butt but why? plastic scraps. styrofoam. lock of hair? worrisome. plastic scraps. plastic bag. plastic container. plastic? worrisome. tampon. plastic bag. dead crab. whatthefuckisthat? probably just plastic scraps. lid. wet tissue. paper scraps. plastic scraps…
since it is technically weezy wednesday, we may as well celebrate accordingly.
new young money mixtape – young moula baby!
there’s some bad tracks but for the most part its pretty entertaining.
i’mma i’mma i’mma go-rilla!
and this, this is a gem from a while back…earlobes too small…shame. hahahah
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now that we got that pesky summer thing out of the way, we can get back on our grizzies. bonfide hustlas. unfortunately that is something i am not particularly interested in right at this moment, especially not the drop in temperature part. but, such is life and unless i can transfer my credits to the university of bali, vancity is a happy home. eternal summer mindsets are a dangerous thing…
today’s my day.
the grand majority of people in the czech republic (and other eastern european countries) celebrate this lovely little holiday, svátek. in english: name-day. you get little presents and you get little drunk and well what more do you need? peep this link for the list of names & corresponding dates…you can probably find your name! it might be czech-icized, but it’s probably there.
justine – oct 7
dave – dec 30
andrew – nov 30
karl – nov 4
anthony – june 13
zbeněk – jan 23
i just finished other voices, other rooms by truman capote.
believe the hype: the man is genius.
rock corrodes, rivers freeze, fruit rots; stabbed, blood of black and white bleeds alike; trained parrots tell more truth than most, and who is lonelier: the hawk or the worm? every flowering heart shrivels dry and pitted as the herb from which it bloomed, and while the old man grows spinsterish, his wife assumes a mustache; moment to moment, changing, changing, like the cars on the ferris-wheel. Grass and love are always greener; but remember Little Three Eyes? show her love and apples ripen gold, love vanquishes the Snow Queen
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method man loves my city.
and my city loves method man..
red & mef (!!)
have you met my friend, aloe blacc? he’s a really fucking talented genre-transcending musician. i think you’ll get along great. you might even have more sex if you listen to this music. at least you’ll want to.
hope all is well.
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i am currently taking a class called ‘culture & the environment,’ which is essentially about how those two are, have always been, and will always be, inextricably tied. yesterday the teacher asked, by show of hands, how many people think that we are in an environmental crisis. FIVE people raised their hands. FIVE. out of a class of maybe 40 or so? 18.104.22.168.5.
the question that followed asked the opposite, how many people thought that this whole environmental crisis thing is non-existent, just a trend.
and someone actually put up their hand.
“uhhh uhh well it’s not that there isn’t a crisis, i just think its toootally blown out of proportion.”
THERE IS FUCKING FLOATING PILE OF GARBAGE IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN THAT IS THE SIZE OF TEXAS*!
*696,241 km…don’t mess.
vice magazine did an article on it a while ago, which spurred hours upon hours of internetting on my part. i needed to know more and i was honestly a bit disappointed in myself for not having had any idea that such a thing existed. i would just read the vice article if you don’t know, because they will explain it better than i, and they have pictures.
nevermind that animals are dying because of they plastic they are eating.
nevermind that plastic is now at the bottom of this food chain that we are on top of.
plastic is forever.
forever and ever and ever.
one day when we destroy all of this beauty, it will just be plastic and diamonds, straight chillin.
even “biodegradable” plastic doesn’t go anywhere. it just gets broken down into the tiniest of polymers that get ingested by the tiniest of creatures. plastic is not food. it makes animals sick, it makes them die, it makes them change their gender. what the fuck son.
all the plastic that has ever been created is still on this earth.
now i’m all riled up and off-topic, so i will just leave you with a link to this great blog called plastic is forever. it’s these two women who are on a “plastic diet,” basically trying to cut out as much plastic as possible. feed your mind.