“1969″ by Alex Dimitrov, read by James Marsters.
The summer everyone left for the moon
even those yet to be born. And the dead
who can’t vacation here but met us all there
by the veil between worlds. The number one song
in America was “In the Year 2525”
because who has ever lived in the present
when there’s so much of the future
to continue without us.
How the best lover won’t need to forgive you
and surely take everything off your hands
without having to ask, without knowing
your name, no matter the number of times
you married or didn’t, your favorite midnight movie,
the cigarettes you couldn’t give up,
wanting to kiss other people you shouldn’t
and now to forever be kissed by the Earth.
In the Earth. With the Earth.
When we all briefly left it
to look back on each other from above,
shocked by how bright even our pain is
running wildly beside us like an underground river.
And whatever language is good for,
a sign, a message left up there that reads:
HERE MEN FROM THE PLANET EARTH
FIRST SET FOOT UPON THE MOON
JULY 1969, A.D.
WE CAME IN PEACE FOR ALL MANKIND.
Then returned to continue the war.
Talking with horny women can heal you I think
You don’t even need to be flirting or anything just when they’re comfortable with themselves it’s very cool….
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One of the best letters I’ve ever seen just popped up on my Facebook memories. Still makes me laugh.
As today is the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, it’s a great time to revisit Dinah from Devon’s memory of this historic event. And yes, still makes me laugh.
Today is the 54th anniversary of the moon landing, but Dinah’s diary entry is still absolutely magnificent.
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roald dahl hating gene wilder’s willy wonka and claiming it was because he thought gene wilder was “pretentious.” gene wilder. pretentious. dude, you work at the antisemitism factory and everyone knows it so why IN THAT MOMENT did you pick some random ass reason to say you hated the casting of a jewish comedic actor as your silly little candymaker freak.
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please listen to albums someitmes youll be amazed at what an artists songs do when theyree in an order they made. for you to listen to. etc
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Ugh, all these amateurs doing Major-General’s Song parodies about millennials with inexact rhymes!!! This is how you do it:
MILLENNIAL:
I am the very model of a modern, gay millennial,
I’ve information useless and anxiety perennial,
I’m treated with suspicion when I’m not outright infantilized
And miffed at how the internet is ever more mercantilized.
I fret about the dangers of calamity climatical,
And get my hands on media in manner most piratical,
I’m practiced in the art of homosexual effrontery—
Effrontery, effrontery, let’s see…yes!
And often made ecstatic by an older woman’s cuntery!
CHORUS:
And often made ecstatic by an older woman’s cuntery,
And often made ecstatic by an older woman’s cuntery!
And often made ecstatic by an older woman’s cunter-unter-y!
MILLENNIAL:
Then I can write a catalogue of epithets Homerical,
And have a handsome person get me nakedly hysterical—
I likely won’t survive to see the U.S. tricentennial,
For I’m the very model of a modern, gay millennial!
CHORUS:
There’s very little chance he’ll see the U.S. tricentennial,
The country won’t last long enough, and he’s a gay millennial!
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