SAINT DICK
Every generation wants to be the last. Every generation hates the next trend in music they can't understand. We hate to give up those reins of our culture; To find our own music playing in elevators. The ballad for our revolution, turned into background music for a television commercial. To find our generation's clothes and hair suddenly retro. Me? I just want to be what killed the dinosaurs.
week in photos
ideas worth spreading
6-stringer tips
vice mag
bible
Angelina
Ashley
Alvin
Beatrice
Brandon
clarence
dudley
Fatty shaun
grace
jose
'mad
steff
Monday, December 22, 2008
posted by deadspace on 11:11 AM |
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I have been drinking with the wrong crowd. When was the last time I got hopelessly drunk? I can't remember. Not cool. Its coupled by the fact its never good to get drunk around sober people. I wanna jack off and smoke underwater. Just to see where it would take me.And then we could all go pearl diving after.
posted by deadspace on 11:47 AM |
Coming back home on the NEL train after Zoukout, there was a really animated caucasian in the same carriage. Donning his wig, a tee with 'ANG MO' emblazoned distinctly across the chest and clutching a can of beer, it was obvious he was part of the zoukout crowd trotting home after dawn. Unlike the rest of the partygoers however, he still wasn't done with the partying. Together with his companions they proceeded to entertain the entire carriage, grooving along to some tunes on his handphone to the amusement of everyone else. I couldn't help but alternate my attention between them and this middle aged couple who gaped in disbelief. There were 3 other caucasians who could hardly contain their chuckling.
At one point, ANG MO beckoned his famale companion to the pole for a pole dance. I mentally begged her not to. Thank heavens she had the good sense to refrain. I think she was that close to obliging. When the wheedling failed ANG MO took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. Had he lighted it, things would have been interesting.
The highlight of it came when ANG MO blurted 'Next station's called CAMELTOE'
It was so dire. From where this guy came from, train stations are probably named after a slew of profundities I gathered. I was slightly amused of course.
The light was shed when at the next next station, the train announcer said 'Clarke Quay, ke la ma tou'. This was followed by 'CAMELTOE!' and fits of laughter by ANG MO and company.
I almost flipped.
Listenables: Mammal - Smash the pinata
(it has a real badass bass line)
posted by deadspace on 8:09 AM |
Thursday, December 11, 2008
A part of success is actually finding someone who's actually happy for you. That is also the hardest part it seems.posted by deadspace on 7:21 AM |
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
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posted by deadspace on 10:48 AM |
Sunday, December 07, 2008
"Avoid any girl with more tattoos than you. She’ll never respect you. "
posted by deadspace on 7:52 AM |
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Fuck.posted by deadspace on 7:29 AM |
