Keep Da Peace Yo

1 2 by みずき 

(Source: waterhauling)

The subjectivist in me
says I’m already Shakespeare
But I haven’t been paid for my writing
since 2010.
(And I haven’t been paid to write
since 2009.)

I shoot classicists the Jaden Smith brow
when they dare suggest that
Tao Lin, E.L. James and Thomas Pynchon
aren’t inherently equal as artists.
I take the Costanza batting stance
when someone calls Schubert inarguably better than Nickelback.
That’s easy. If you’re real you’ll
kill yourself
mort de l’auteur motherfucker
mort de l’auteur motherfucker

I’m better than Joyce
I’m better than Wallace
I’m better than Cervantes
I’m better than Dante
I’m better than Pound and Stein and Homer and Hesse
I’m better than the whole canon and you can’t debate that
without defining your terms

define “art”
define “linguistic construct”
define “define”
define “better”
define “fuck off you edgy Marx-via-Batman Turdwig Shittgenstein”
define “fuck your postmetamucil”
define “stop viraling your shit on /lit/ you aren’t tao lin”
define “I would insult you by calling you an undergrad but you’re not even that”
define “literary giant”
define “arrogant”

Onions ~ Kolsti Nguyen  (via postmetakolsti)

IM NOT OKAY

Everyone who watched Aldnoah.Zero episode 12 (via stillthankful)

Aldnoah.Zero  Season one  Episode titles

bahijd:

Animator: ●Yutaka NakamuraChikashi Kubota●Bahi JD

アニメーター: ●中村 豊 久保田誓●バヒ・JD

Space Dandy #26.スペース☆ダンディ

sebastian-chanxdeaththekidto:

Gorillaz

jdude000:

OH MY GOD

(Source: best-of-memes)

ouroporos:

Xenogears by ouroporos

ouroporos:

Xenogears by ouroporos

adventurersofeagleland:

So we get a Zero Suit Samus alt with a top and shorts, a Shulk alt with just shorts…. If the trend continues, Japanese Magicant Ness confirmed for Smash.

You’re welcome.

artistictevin:

I couldn’t help myself again.

(I don’t own any of these pictures, this was just for kicks)

postmetakolsti:

PostMetaPaintbrush Episode 1: Wynn and the Blue/Orange Poster

"What are you up to on there?"
"Looking for women"
"On the internet? You’d have better luck looking for a power saw at a coffee shop"
Wynn did that thing. His ripostes had neither the zest of improvs nor the eloquence of composeds, giving him the almost impressive ability to simultaneously affect both wit and inastucity. He stood stiff: if his posture existed in a vacuum one would extrapolate that he wore oversized button shirts and jeans that ran perfectly vertically without any of the eighty dollar crease marks. But he wore a birdhouse on his head and feather fur as sleeve lint. An awful[ly] contradictory guy, in lots of ways.

Let’s stop for an eighth. I don’t like to do that and it’s not for my own accord. Getting explicit like that is bad form in some schools, but I don’t have Jake Barnes’ narrative restraint. I’ll hold back on the moralism and stick to deflection, but be generous and eat this up as meta. Onward?

Wynn left for groceries and I drank mandarin oranges in a spoonstraw. The canned peaches/oranges/mango complemented the glows of the room’s blue screens (television, laptop, phone) to create an iridescent effect like those late 2000s superhero movie posters. The wall noises turned to sea foam and I blinked for twelve hours.

postmetakolsti:

PostMetaPaintbrush Episode 1: Wynn and the Blue/Orange Poster

"What are you up to on there?"

"Looking for women"

"On the internet? You’d have better luck looking for a power saw at a coffee shop"

Wynn did that thing. His ripostes had neither the zest of improvs nor the eloquence of composeds, giving him the almost impressive ability to simultaneously affect both wit and inastucity. He stood stiff: if his posture existed in a vacuum one would extrapolate that he wore oversized button shirts and jeans that ran perfectly vertically without any of the eighty dollar crease marks. But he wore a birdhouse on his head and feather fur as sleeve lint. An awful[ly] contradictory guy, in lots of ways.

Let’s stop for an eighth. I don’t like to do that and it’s not for my own accord. Getting explicit like that is bad form in some schools, but I don’t have Jake Barnes’ narrative restraint. I’ll hold back on the moralism and stick to deflection, but be generous and eat this up as meta. Onward?

Wynn left for groceries and I drank mandarin oranges in a spoonstraw. The canned peaches/oranges/mango complemented the glows of the room’s blue screens (television, laptop, phone) to create an iridescent effect like those late 2000s superhero movie posters. The wall noises turned to sea foam and I blinked for twelve hours.