So So tired of dealing with the bull.
Okay Brain, guess what... I get it!!
Now can you stop piecing the puzzle pieces together so gracefully of all the ways I got diarrhea sharted on?



S. Cavalcanti

Insomnia Leads to Treasures

When you stay up late at night and are midly conscious and you flip through the channels, sometimes you find treasures. This is a mighty treasure to me.

Warning: Do not do drugs and watch this. Your brain would probably explode. Enjoy.

Xavier: Renegade Angel
Shown on Cartoon Network

Lady Gaga-Telephone ft. Beyonce

So I'm reallllly not a big Lady Gaga fan but you guys have got to check out this video.
Not only does it have a cameo by The Pussy Wagon, but it's also opens with a shot of Lady Gaga's vage...

Not sold?

All those reasons to spare the extra ten minutes and keep them eyes peeled do quite well but the reason that fits my little bumble box best is the spectacular FUCKING job the editor and art director did in making this. Good grief. Check it.



S. Cavalcanti

One of the few highlights of my life.
I've watched all of these mini episodes and often find myself speaking in Cat Face tongue.

Cat Face, friends. Friends, cat face.




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EYEOFTHETIGER.

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I Dream Of Lemons.

There's nothing worse than seeing your dream being crushed before your heart filled eyes.
No matter how big or small that dream may be.
I was raised as an infant to believe that If you really want something, you can GET it no matter WHAT. So I've always fought, and received, anything I've ever desired in my life (true story).
So what happens when the dream you've possessed for so long is completely out of your control?
The dream I held for almost two years didn't just involve me, it involved a boy.
And instead of me giving up on that dream, not craving it anymore, he crushed that shit with his bare hands.
Blam. My dream was no longer a dream anymore. It was a fictional fairy tale fed to me.
So now the question is.

Is it STILL my dream? Although based on and built upon lies? Does that dream change to fit the circumstances? Or, now that I am aware of the grave truth. Does that dream vanish?

Its like always dreaming of having a certain beautiful, fast, luxurious ride. Then when you finally obtain the funds to make it yours, you find out about its horrible gas mileage, it's tendency to break down, and its problematic lemon ways.

Do you bare with its flaws and purchase that dream car anyways? Or do you move on, accepting the truth, watching the dream become merely a silly idea of the past?

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Because I felt like it.



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