RT @NPsteve: Xmas trees: the ultimate way of humiliating nature. Chop down, drag inside, cover in junk, SAVE the junk, throw the tree out.
*slurp* Ahhhh. Hey, Twitter. Whaaaat’s happening?
I hate December.
![mis-adventures:
thedailywhat:
Watchmascots.
“Jack’s Journal. Nov. 12, 1985: Discarded cup in alley this morning, tire tread on burst straw. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of ketchup and when the drains finally crust over all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their grease and soda will foam up about their waists, and all the pigs and gluttons will look up and shout, ‘Feed us!’
And I’ll whisper, ‘No.’”
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Amazeballs.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuglkl168Y1qzpwi0o1_400.png)
“Jack’s Journal. Nov. 12, 1985: Discarded cup in alley this morning, tire tread on burst straw. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of ketchup and when the drains finally crust over all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their grease and soda will foam up about their waists, and all the pigs and gluttons will look up and shout, ‘Feed us!’
And I’ll whisper, ‘No.’”
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Amazeballs.
Superman:
Hero of choice for douchebags everywhere.
Dear Twitter: Your free service is not living up to my expectations. Please correct.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
“The Two Trees”
Lyrics by William Butler Yeats
Arranged and Performed by Loreena McKennitt
(4 plays)
This is Hamish the Highland Cow (or ‘Heilan Coo’ in the native tongue)
Hamish has a special power.
Any person, upon looking at Hamish, can’t help but smile.
Tell me I’m wrong.
What’s for dinner?
A Clementine omelette with raspberry glaze?I need your help in developing a dinner recipe. The available ingredients are:
eggs, beetroots, raspberry jam, milk, oatmeal, macaroni, clementines and diet coke.
When I see you the world stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you. When you’re gone, the world starts again and I don’t like it as much… I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It’s the best thing I’ve ever known or felt, the best thing, and that is why I stare at you.
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A Million Little Pieces by James Frey (via calebrewster) (via glitter-n-dope) (via shysilence) (via redcloud)
SIGH.
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