#iseethings #transient #signflying (Taken with instagram)
I hate when people take a picture of me while I’m flying a sign. It’s nice if they have the courtesy to at least compensate me, but the homeless & the unemployed of America do not exist for the viewing pleasure of the housed & employed of America.
one day i went walking, didn’t know where i’d go
went all around and came right back home
i saw my family, they were rank strangers to me
never while i live will i ever be free
tethered to this road, it’s all that i know
so i’ll see you next summer, when the apples are fallin’
the sun’ll be high and our tempers be low
as we sit by the river watching the old tugboats go
way over yonder where the shoremen are workin’
we’ll be lazy and happy in the cool breeze and sunset
—James Baldwin (via korenashlie)
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—Lao Tzu (via areyouhappyenough)
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You can buy six packs at bars?
Pennsylvania liquor laws are a little fucked up. You can buy six-packs in bars and select restaurants, but you have to go to a beer distributor to get a case and in order to get liquor or wine you have to go to a state store. It’s whack.
Last night a total stranger complimented me on my mohawk (which people tell me makes me look like a rooster) and my beard (which is very large and untrimmed). Normally I assume that when people compliment me on such, they are just being nice, because they usually come from people I know and I am a mostly unattractive person (as said mohawk and beard just make me look like a unkempt male chicken-person).
But this time it came from a drunk woman who had never met me before, so I awkwardly thanked her for the compliment and walked out of the bar with the friends I’d walked to the bar to buy a six-pack with and went home, grinning dumbly nonetheless.
Too bad patriarchal norms dictate that the ‘man’ always had to ‘make the first move,’ because I’m socially stunted and therefore do not feel comfortable talking to people at all and if some girl came up to me and started to make the moves on me and I would probably interpret that as an unwanted invasion of personal space and/or it would simply be VERY FUCKING CONFUSING.
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[Picture: Background: 18 piece pie style color split with red and black alternating. Foreground: red ant.
Top text: “’Who are you supporting this election cycle?’” Bottom text: “The Proletariat”]
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I thought out-of-context bullshit dishonesty on Leninism was solely Chomsky’s faux-anarchist shtick. Cute to see everyone still describing proletarians as brutish animals at the mercy of an “intellectual class.” Let me tell you something, there ain’t no such thang as an intellectual…
But there’s a difference between being an “anti-intellectual” and being critical of jargon and intellectual masturbation. Most of the important things that should be said can be said in simple ways without talking down to people.
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A backpack is not a suspicious package; rather, suspicious packages are what I leave in the rectums of police officers when I finish with them.
