February 2012
43 posts
bye internet
hermeneutical:
The Outlet re Muumuu House reading at St. Mark's... →
popserial:
this is what i did today: tuesday february 21... →
ididthesethings:
a list of all the things i did today here
presidential candidate material: kim kardashian... →
brittanywallace:
Let me preface this by saying I am not here to slutshame, shit on, or in any way attack Gabby Gabby as a person. I love women, I think the female body is great, and I consider myself a feminist.
But I can have opinions. That is what I am telling myself today.
Gabby Gabby is a 19 year old female…
"VALENTINE'S DAY INSANITY + MADNESS" SALE
muumuuhouse:
Until midnight eastern time all Muumuu House books are half off.
PayPal $6 to muumuuhouse@gmail.com to receive any of the following:
SOMETIMES MY HEART PUSHES MY RIBS by Ellen Kennedy
DURING MY NERVOUS BREAKDOWN I WANT TO HAVE A BIOGRAPHER PRESENT by Brandon Scott Gorrell
SELECTED UNPUBLISHED BLOG POSTS OF A MEXICAN PANDA EXPRESS EMPLOYEE by Megan Boyle
Domestic orders only....
paul cunningham mocks me in the style of two videos i’ve made, here and here.
a mashup of all the videos on my phone, spanning over a year
muumuuhouse:
“ass haiku” by Brandon Scott Gorrell
ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
liteos:
Meggie Green
i recommend watching this video
You go into your apartment and lie down on the floor in your room.
Clothes,...
– Sam Pink, The No Hellos Diet (via organic-hummus-dip)
Sam Pink is, to me, a true poet
this is what i did today: thursday feb 2... →
went to:
hunter college linger cafe home in bk ate: 2 trader joes frozen blueberry waffles with a lil maple syrup ‘sunshine omelete’ (eggs, asparagus, mushrooms, peppers, parmesan cheese) served w. fruit & a large coffee plain scone apple-something scone decaf coffee 4-5 bowls of…
'spencer madsen is a new york dinosaur' by stacey...
spencer madsen is a new york dinosaur
spencer madsen built a house for us to live in he planted a vegetable garden in our backyard
every day we go for a walk around our neighbourhood sometimes he lets me ride on his back
on our walk spencer madsen picks me a flower and hands it to me he looks sad when he sees that he has crushed the petals with his claws he says he is sorry but i say i don’t...
a poem i found in 'drafts'
The companies called it eggshell
we had no say in
the color of the wall we looked at
her side touching mine
the only movement, our eyes
searching across as we were forcibly still under something overwhelming that made us silence our breaths so it may have just been the house and what passes through it
air exits and enters simultaneously
stopping to turn just in front of where we sat staring...