Allot of people hate on AYC but i think they’re gnarly
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)
I can wake up and catch up with friends all over the world and then get out of bed. Anyone who chooses the past over the present is a stone cold dumb-dumb.(via estebanwaseaten)
This scene is so ill, taking out assassins in an underground garage while a skateboarder whips by on the roll.
life as a black person is one where you must always walk with your guard up because you never know when or where the latest attack on your humanity will come from. smfh.
Because the Germans know nothing of dehumanizing
The universe is expanding outward from a central point of singularity. There is debate as to whether it is speeding up or decelerating. Imagine though, knowing now what we do about the relation of time in correlation to speed, if the theoretical expanding universe reached a point where a device of physics executing a quantum mechanism returned you to the point of origin. The math would break out on a graph like an hour glass. The point of origin being the skinny part in the middle, the expanding universe being the curving outward and growing glass reservoir. The return to origin is as simple as the glass of the hour glass expanding and curving in its formulaic outward direction until either end of the hourglass meets it’s opposite. What occurs once the universe has lapped itself and we must tread along timelines pre existing? Time and space being relative it is equally likely we ourselves are being passed over by our own future universe.
Fuck yeah, Max Schaaf!