I never wanted to be an American. Especially when I lived in Europe.  But now I know it’s a part of who I am just like my skin color and the amount of money I have: minor details that mean a lot.

I never wanted to be an American. Especially when I lived in Europe.  But now I know it’s a part of who I am just like my skin color and the amount of money I have: minor details that mean a lot.

joecrow:

dunebat:

coldswarkids:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

NO “MATTER”.  EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.
THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.
TIME DOES NOT EXIST.
BE.

Wow.

Well, that escalated quickly.

Sometimes the notes are the best part.

joecrow:

dunebat:

coldswarkids:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.

<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN

EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE

PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA

SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA

REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT

PRETEND IT’S 2BYA

EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 

FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 

PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.

STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

NO “MATTER”.  EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.

THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.

TIME DOES NOT EXIST.

BE.

Wow.

Well, that escalated quickly.

Sometimes the notes are the best part.

(via mythsandmedia)

I&#8217;ve only had something close to a panic attack 3 times.(thankfully) 
Once in a Bed, Bath &amp; Beyond, once in an Ikea &amp; once in the mountains of Utah when I was alone in all that nature.

I’ve only had something close to a panic attack 3 times.(thankfully) 

Once in a Bed, Bath & Beyond, once in an Ikea & once in the mountains of Utah when I was alone in all that nature.


ANDY WARHOLSkulls, 1976four screenprints in color






























The plants showed me my death. In fact I was more than just shown. I felt it.  I had rapidly depleting strength and the sensation of being pulled away from myself.  At first my mind refused to play along. “This can’t be…it’s not really that” and other such thoughts hung about for a bit before it settled upon me that what was happening wasn’t like death or similar to it—it WAS death. As my life flashed before me I had no choice but to see it was no big deal if i was gone forever. My nice little life was a silly music video at best. One that was only released to a few people. (almost none). My life was a blip—a splash against the screen. A grain of sand. Thank you to the plants.
ANDY WARHOL
Skulls, 1976
four screenprints in color

The plants showed me my death. In fact I was more than just shown. I felt it. I had rapidly depleting strength and the sensation of being pulled away from myself. At first my mind refused to play along. “This can’t be…it’s not really that” and other such thoughts hung about for a bit before it settled upon me that what was happening wasn’t like death or similar to it—it WAS death. As my life flashed before me I had no choice but to see it was no big deal if i was gone forever. My nice little life was a silly music video at best. One that was only released to a few people. (almost none). My life was a blip—a splash against the screen. A grain of sand.

Thank you to the plants.

(via fukozawa)