We have become barbarians with the respect to those rare moments of high civilization: cities in ruin and enigmatic monuments are spread out before us; we stop before gaping walls; we ask what gods inhabited these empty temples. Great epochs lacked this curiosity, lacked our excessive deference; they ignored their predecessors: the classical period ignored Shakespeare.

–Foucault, “Nietzsche, Genealogy, History.”

No Respect

When I grow up (when will I grow up?), I want to end up like this man:

Seriously, is such old-world manhood even possible in this day of ‘progressiveness’? Probably. These men are real troopers.

©©©More shit I copyrighted©©©©

OKAY OKAY! I know haven’t been posting on here much for quite some time. Okay. I know that, K.

But that’s not why I am posting here.

I’m here to inform everyone about MORE SHIT I’VE COPYRIGHTED:

1. Eve’s tears: When a woman has to pee after coitus, that’s called “Eve’s tears”–and I coined it! Example:  “Man, I  made that bitch shed Eve’s tears all night.”
2. Cars in Bikinis: The concept of putting cars into bikinis. We’ve all seen cars, chicks, and bikinis; and we’ve seen chicks with cars, chicks in bikinis, chicks in bikinis with cars. But we haven’t seen CARS IN BIKINIS, and when we do, we’ll all know who thought of that. ME!
3. “Everyone can use some support”: Tagline for a men’s bra. So if anyone ever markets a bra men know that your best tagline is already taken–by me.
4. The Brothel: The name of a soup restaurant. And if you open, or already operate, a Brothel, don’t try any funny business, like starting to soup.

Remember: I own rights to any an all variations of the above.

COPYRIGHT 2009 YOUTH: WASTED

A lesson

One has to learn life before he can learn literature.

NEW MOTTO

Get Fucked or go home

Quote of the Day

“I just came back from the mayor’s house, yeah I’m a little drunk.”

About Me

yeah, I nailed him.

A wandering Jew wondering if he’s even Jewish.

Quote of the day

“I don’t wear underwear; I think they’re patriarchal,” she said.

vicarious living

Sorry I haven’t been updating much recently, I’ve been living vicariously through this guy:

Where’s my lap dog?

All I ever wanted was a Chekhovian affair. It’s watermelon season, after all. Right about now, I’d even settle for a Buninian farce. Instead, I was dealt a Dostoyevskian tragedy.

All I can hope for now is a Tolstoyian death.

Here, I summarized this entire fiasco in convenient catchy audio clip:

Lazy in Love