I'd sooner choke on a pube beard than talk about hipsters one more time, but you know, sometimes in life, and in love, things have a way of sneaking back up into your heart, fixing themselves a cup of tea, and staying for the long haul. Like this video of Charles Bronson cleaning up the mean streets of Green Point or wherever. That MGMT fan with the boombox had it coming if you ask me and Chuck. Tip of the keifa to The Daily What.
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Hey Luke, I was listing myself to the infinite degree at Urban Outfitters the other day and noticed every fucking book they sell there is basically a blog in paper form. Time to git r'done with El Listo, methinx.
I know! Now that I just got the dives book done, I plan to start looking for a way to do that. HEY PUBLISHERS CALL ME
Why isn't Charles Bronson standing outside The Paradise tonight waiting to unload his 10 round clip into this :
http://www.foxyshazam.com/
Haha. I'm at that show. Don't tell anyone. Free Energy is playing thoroughly ok.
As long as I get my cut. At least 3% of what is good about this site is down to me.
True, you are certainly going to get your due.
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