On my way to New York with Michael (who is my boyfriend, does that need to be said on here?). Can you guess which one of us is having a panic attack?
Also earlier in the book store this girl was asking where she could find a particular book and then I, annoyingly, was like “oh have you considered buying it on audiobook?” and then she was like “oh ya, ok” and then the girl was Whitney Port.
WHO CARES ABOUT WHITNEY PORT I’M FREAKING OUT
e-mail poem from my bf
Karen
goes
down
the
stairs
and Karen does not cares
if you are sleeping.
fish from a can.
get on it man.
cats gotta eat.
- by Dean McArthur
Sister Wendy on Piss Christ
“I think comforting art is art that is very easy to react to. I might be tempted to say that Serrano’s ‘Piss Christ’ is comforting art, in that everyone knows exactly what they think about it. They’re not challenged in the slightest. Ninety percent of them think its blasphemous and a few like me think, well, it might not be. It might be a rather ham-fisted attempt to preach about the need to reverence the crucifix. Not a very gifted young man, but he’s trying his best. But that’s comforting art, you see, because it’s so easy to have an opinion and a reaction. Everyone thinks they can do it.”
Well Said. Extrapolate and Apply to Everything.
a pair of white ceramic lamps, Italy, 1960’s
Matte crystalline glazed porcelain by John Tilton
