any video of black friday shoppers should have some fist fights in it. otherwise, get that shit out of here.
i am petitioning to have more black friday shopping videos with fist fights and more metallica background music.
calling shoppers ‘sheeple’ is not okay by the way.
i disagree with the use of that term. see my previous reblog entry for more details.
i appreciate a by-partisan dialogue. if you have your own opinion about fist fights in youtube videos—for example, maybe you think “i’m a little wuss baby and i’m afraid of fights”—then that’s okay.
i will still consider you when i am king of youtube.
but just know, i’m not gonna do what you want. regardless of what you think, i will do as i please.
is this a poem
“sheeple” could have been a new and great synonym for “ladies” but instead, illuminati specialists on youtube hijacked it and turned it into something about 1984 or something. fuck them.
i’m pretty sure the illuminati isn’t for real.
i don’t remember how to blog anymore. thanks though.
every inch of space in the room is filled by an animal
there is no amount of space in the room,
that is not taken up by an animal.
the space between the elephant and the leopard is a horse.
the space between the horse and leopard is filled by a zebra.
a tiger fills the space between a flock of sheep.
death fills the space between the other tiger.
death is an animal.
the room is a metaphor for stupidity.
i open the door and a gorilla coughs up several mice.
Old School Beryl
I am slowly vibrating. I am in the heart in the brain. I can hear the grandfather clock downstairs. I am on the red chaise lounge in my mother’s childhood room. I am sipping on Protein Chai and munching on citrus fruit cocktail with a bitch named Fruit Cocktail. I’m listening to Webbie. My new bitch putting me onto new shit. Instagram going H.A.M.
i’d like that different energy
that would be if ‘gay’ wasn’t a thing
it’d be like my arm around you indifferently or not
chasing skirts indifferently and no pressure
all about the numbers.
i’ve always been attracted to the world jk
i’m in the basement digging a hole
long talks and that different energy
from me and you foreheads pressed
trying to get kids to do shit
i like rules and i don’t want anyone to tell me anything.
my friend bob showed me his comic and it is cool