HELP, I'M TRAPPED IN YOUR COMPUTER
songifying news, eating spinach, and aspiring to become a model nincompoop
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Photo reblogged from emilymphocyte
this is how you turn a bad situation around
(Source: lolgirlsdontpoo)
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Photo reblogged from Charlie Todd
You can call toll free 1-855-FOR-1993 from any Manhattan pay-phone to get historical info from the block from 20 years ago. It’s part of the New Museum’s new 1993 exhibit, which is awesomely named after a Sonic Youth record. I just called from my block. Pretty cool apart from the urine smells.
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Chat reblogged from i feel you
- Phone: ring...ring...ring...
- Schmoyoho: heaven-o?
- Me: :O
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Photo reblogged from emilymphocyte
I have Pope Pope in the attic.
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Photoset reblogged from hitRECordJoe
give me all the flickering lights!
tiny specs of fluttering rays
and city glitters shimmering
but only from far away.
i want them all it’s an addiction
i want the christmas lights buried in snow
and the blips in science fiction
films from years ago.
give me all the night sky’s twinkling sprinkles
and the red pulsing eyes
on tvs that standby
fading, flirting in and out
like a game of cat and mouse.
bits of foil in the distance
blowing kisses from the sun to me and
showing no resistance to the photons
that consistently pass notes on
from one lover to the other
like cupids tiny brothers.
give me all the flickering lights.
light every candle and wave every phone
glinting and bleeping and
imprintining glowing circuses
that linger while I’m sleeping.
an orchestra of weeping light
swan singing like star crossed choirs
who play themselves to me
all night.
so many feels //holds up phone
(Source: gordonlevitting)
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Photo reblogged from hitRECordJoe
My dear friend Sean Lennon invited me to help him save the world. And his Mother. With a song.
