Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Tyler, the Creator
“In the fifth grade I was arrested from school and suspended for a week cause I made blueprints and plans and went through the classrooms stealing all the Goosebumps books. I was successful with three classrooms. The way I did it, every week I came home with a certain amount. I had numbers one through 73. Then I fucking got caught. And I was a little smartass, so I was like, What a coincidence! A black youth getting arrested for wanting to read. So I made a list of everyone I thought snitched on me, who I was going to kill and torture.”
via The Fader
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
"Casual Object Garden and Other Material Matters"
Posters
Carson Fisk-Vittori and Michael Hunter
Acrylic paint on paper
2010
Thing 1, Thing 2
Michael Hunter
wood, staples
2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
this monochromatic morning
this monochromatic morning
2009
mattpecina
I watched it fade in slow motion
again like a paper cut cuticle
or a texas winter
lucid and timeless
like the way you dream when you dont want to fall asleep.
watching your night again like a technicolor movie
and how true it becomes when it slips
into this monochromatic morning
with no promise of spring
out of context
and out of mind
2009
mattpecina
I watched it fade in slow motion
again like a paper cut cuticle
or a texas winter
lucid and timeless
like the way you dream when you dont want to fall asleep.
watching your night again like a technicolor movie
and how true it becomes when it slips
into this monochromatic morning
with no promise of spring
out of context
and out of mind
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