Bouvre

Inadvertently finding the street where rats claim dominion Watching somebody warm their hat up on a steaming sewer grate in the middle of an intersection. Transit centers with no actual entrances Handwritten manifesto to rewrap every piece of gum on the gum wall in Bazooka Joe wrappers, comics included. More to come.

Taketh that shitth backth, milquetoast knave!

The sexual curiosity that follows fear is my favorite piece of performance art.

I'd go with three myself, arranged, to the best of my ability, Triangularly.

Three exclamation marks seems momentous. Like Upton Sinclair's accidental contribution to a capitalist system momentous. This is at least a solid medium sized affair.

And here I thought that's why we used zucchini wrapped in tinfoil. Times are changing too fast for me to feel safe anymore.

Xenomorph's eyes, I think. Though, it says one.

The real question is how do you have pasta left over? How do you not eat it as though your stomach isn't some voracious, chthonic horror lurking in a skin bag?

Was, being the operative word. Now this thread is about as kickass as a wild mustang eating a mall-walker.

Money and your face on TV on a regular basis is pretty darn great incentive. At least, I'd try it.

I can't tell if you were going for a compliment on purpose?

I expected it to take me longer to figure out what qt3.14 meant than it would for you to get a gf.

Here are two poems of Akhmatova's. The first was an assignment for my translation class. The other was done as an experiment in subtle tone differentiation. I don’t need tedious epics, or Romantic notions of death. Poetry’s for misfits and punks. If only you knew what junk nurtures an empty rhyme, invasive as dandelions shot up along a fence, or crabgrass patches. An uproar, the stench of fresh tar, black mold eating at the wall… That’s a poem, passionate and raw like you and me. --- He loved three things truly: white peacocks, evensong, and faded maps of America. He couldn’t stand crying kids, tea with raspberry jam, or inconsolable women. And he married me.

Mormons clearly haven't met me or my mother.

I love it actually. The first time it happened to me, I saw the realm of life and death split and bend together, beneath the weight of time, and that's when I knew I was destined to be a claims adjuster. So I have that experience to thank for my very fulfilling career.

I gave them both a check-plus.

Good luck with that.

Tenchi Muyo

I have no idea what I'll be doing but I do like to dress up.

Married here.

A C-lister!? Omg swoON How does it feel still getting high fives from Katie Couric but only when nobody is looking?

I would have apparated, clinging onto your side, Wet as your favorite pool noodle.

Famous people just cant get a break.