you lose your chain, you lose your balls. - 50 cent
I feel like biting through the bridge of my mouth rather than piercing the easily pliable skin of my lips and cheeks.
anxiety doesn't begin to describe it, its more like the cosmic circles that planets play in are needling me with their ironic notions of predestined path.
I just started my first newsletter printing today, on a $18 budget, in black and white (like an Aushwitz fan-mag), plastered on the only domain left for free expression in the building - the bathroom stalls. Oddly enough, I didn't rampage through the women's bathroom kicking in doors and watching confused girls try to cover their shame-cubbys, but still managed to cover the entire (male, of course) southside of our building.
Nicotine & the Philistines
(enlightenment, heresy, and all forms of cigarette point self-education)
Such sections include:
Subcultural Hemorrhaging and Resulting Art-Gasm;
Something to freshen the mind while rubbing one out (erasing minds as well as jacking off, get it?!!/11).
Metallic arms change
Love works in waving rhythms
I wait for upbeats
Apartments gleam alone
Suburbs cluster in clean lines
Man lost symmetry
Feel free to contribute at
culturexhales@hotmail.com
n00dz, erotic pictures of saplings, or anything ranting/clever, all acceptable currency.
It feels like I'm onto something, though its only flirting with the irritable, media-conglomerate giant that is the School Funded magazine.
independant anyone?
anxiety doesn't begin to describe it, its more like the cosmic circles that planets play in are needling me with their ironic notions of predestined path.
I just started my first newsletter printing today, on a $18 budget, in black and white (like an Aushwitz fan-mag), plastered on the only domain left for free expression in the building - the bathroom stalls. Oddly enough, I didn't rampage through the women's bathroom kicking in doors and watching confused girls try to cover their shame-cubbys, but still managed to cover the entire (male, of course) southside of our building.
Nicotine & the Philistines
(enlightenment, heresy, and all forms of cigarette point self-education)
Such sections include:
Subcultural Hemorrhaging and Resulting Art-Gasm;
Something to freshen the mind while rubbing one out (erasing minds as well as jacking off, get it?!!/11).
Metallic arms change
Love works in waving rhythms
I wait for upbeats
Apartments gleam alone
Suburbs cluster in clean lines
Man lost symmetry
Feel free to contribute at
culturexhales@hotmail.com
n00dz, erotic pictures of saplings, or anything ranting/clever, all acceptable currency.
It feels like I'm onto something, though its only flirting with the irritable, media-conglomerate giant that is the School Funded magazine.
independant anyone?