I feel like if you listen to “ooh do I love you” by cap’n jazz & “all of the negatives” by boys life you’d understand me a little
walking to the side of pokemon trainers and talking to them first so you feel in control
I don’t know how anyone else feels, but when someone says I’m unique my thoughts are two fold
First I think, yeah I know
Then I think, it’s really lonely being “unique” I’ve spent most of my life believing that no one will be able to relate to me, as a person or an artist
And even though it’s not true, I’ve met quite a few folks who are similar to me, or who relate to my art, my nerouses as I’ve started calling them
But I feel so fragile and foolish
I’m sorry I’m s insecure & fragile
I never want to debate
Fuck that noise
I used to be all about it, in intense times of self discovery. But now I’m too sad & usually the point of contention is about whether I exist
What does my name mean?
It can mean a complete mess, a person of disarray, total insecurity
Or something celestial, it sounds like the name for the result of galaxies colliding, or when a comet is destroyed by an asteroid
I’m just sad, my name doesn’t mean Shit
But people say it’s beautiful, so maybe I can be, but I’m not so sure
is this the rise of the brave tangled frozen dragons
no actually it’s even better than that
this is a still from a 1990 television special entitled, “cartoon all-stars to the rescue,” which, literally, was absolutely nothing but half an hour of beloved children’s cartoon characters attempting to get that kid in the blue to stop smoking pot.
it opens with a brief clip of george h.w. bush and barbara bush sitting in the oval office, petting their dog. the president of the united states looks into the camera and says, “some of your favourite cartoon characters will help you understand how drugs and alcohol can ruin your life.”
and that brief clip alone would be worth the price of admission but then we get into the actual story, which begins with a teenage boy smashing his kid sister’s piggy bank to buy pot. while alvin and the chipmunks look on in abject terror. and winnie the pooh exclaims, “oh my!” and then the kid runs off to buy pot in an alley and bugs bunny appears out of nowhere dressed as a cop, picks a joint off the pavement, and launches into an anti-drug spiel.
it’s actually really not the kind of thing that can be put into words so here’s the full half-hour video, knock yourself out
oh my GOD
|—||Yohji Yamamoto (via lovelyemy)|