Showing posts with label PBR. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PBR. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

hey yall it's me, JESUS, r u listening?

hey yall
it’s me
JESUS EFFING CHRIST
sup

it’s that
‘special time of year’ again
thought i’d fill u in
abt ‘what’s happenin’ upstairs
2k10
had it’s ‘rough spots’
film & indie mp3s
r ‘swirling down the shitter’
the economy suxs
our president is an ‘effing muslim’
gheys are allowed in the military
there’s a duane reade on bedford avenue
+ oprah is abt 2 go ‘off the air’

but hey
hold up
my cool dad
THE LORD
& i r still here 4 u
we’re just rlly busy sometimes
got a lot of sh*t 2 take care of
weekly g-chats
w/president bush & mark zuckerberg
monday night football
s00 many blogs 2 read
n e way
things r pretty chill
up here in heaven
unlimited nachos
rivers of PBR
& ‘hot ass angels’

we’re currently renovating
the ‘alternative part of town’
to include more vegan cafes
Apple products
american apparrel outlets
& organic whole food markets

a lot of precious little 20-something alties
have joined us this year
have u heard of this thing
called ‘iDosing’?
then there’s the usual
heroin OD’s
& suicides
not condoning suicide
or n e thing
but i know ur parents can
be ‘butt holes’ sometimes
or ur overweight
ugly
or just can’t handle
the pressure of
living in suburbia
in which case –
(& don’t tell my dad abt this)
but it might not be a bad idea
to ‘do urself in’
rlly
it’s pretty sweet up here
did I mention
there r rivers of effing PBR?


n e way
where was i
i was chillin
w/my bro st. effing nick
the other night
throwin back some natty lite
we got on the subject of
my b-day
DECEMBER 25
& nick wuz like
‘yo, CHRIST,
what’s the deal bro?
no1 seems 2
rlly give a sh*t
abt u n e more
some 4-yr-old grl
@ walmart told me
“listen, Santa, J.C. can S a D –
just get me an effing iPad
OK?”’
i sighed
i know nick is right
all ppl rlly want
r ‘material things’
iPods, dvds, blue rays
flat screen TVs
starbucks & iTunes gift cards
no1 gives a F
abt holy xtian enlightenment n e more
look
all im gonna say is this:
iPods r programmed to die
after 1.5 yrs
starbucks is imperialist bllsht
iTunes is a rip off
& u should rlly b using
rapid share
or some other illegal downloading
software
to get ur mp3s
& i don’t wanna brag or n e thing
but hey, i kinda
‘died 4 ur effing sins’
so it might b nice
if u could show old J.C. a lil luv
come dec 25
& if not me
at least tell
ur friends and family
‘i luv u’
even if they are ‘effing butt holes’
well
happy holidays
hope yall can attend
some relevant ‘ugly sweater partie’
don’t drink 2 much eggnogg
hope yall have a great 2k11
keep it holy

<3 <3 x0x0x0 your bro,
JESUS H. CHRIST

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r yall xcited for xmas?
do u have 'the spirit of xmas?'
d0 believe in CHRIST?
do u believe in santa?
do u believe in magic?
when did u learn santa was 'effing fake'?
r ur relatives coming over for xmas?
does n e one care abt n e thing except 'material sh*t'?
is xtianity/all religion an 'effing joke'?

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

r u a 'poet' / 'writer'?


hi yall
im a ‘poet’/‘writer’
if u couldn’t already tell
by my intense personal brand
i was just chillin on the beach
listenin to anco + authentic sea sounds
throwin down some prose
in my moleskine
smokin some dank
admiring my fixie
chilling down with some chill waves
chill

some lady asked 2 take my picture
4 the cover of some supposedly ‘progressive’ underground mag
abt ‘art’
i was sorta disappointed it wasn’t p4k
but whatevs
we all need some1
2 look up 2
& i’ll represent for the writers
the poets
& fat ugly grl and lonely ugly ghey
undergraduate creative writing majors

sorta confused why
a mag abt writing
didn’t just have words on the cover
but I guess writing and art
rn’t really about writing and art
n e more, n e ways
this is the ‘age of the image/personal brand/facebook pic’
& the only things that still sell
r dank
apple products
& JPEG memes

now some of my fav blogs
like ‘looks @ these effing hipstrz’ & ‘the hpstr runs offs’
r making fun of me
like its my fault
some old ass marketing executives
wanted to ‘make a quick buck’
by tapping into the youth scene’s
quirky/shallow fashion aesthetic
rlly all I wanted to do
was chill at the beach
dig my bare feet into the sand
and vibe down
with mother earth

oh well
just gonna keep on writin
might get another tat/piercing
l8r 2nite
chill w/my bros @ Union Pool/the Knitting Factory/
some other chill
wllmsbrg scene
bust out some meaningful words
gonna share my story
hope u like it
& stick around l8r
to buy me some PBR
and ask abt which thrift store
i got my pants from

chill, yall
-the poets & writers bro

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do u ‘write’?
do u ride a ‘fixie’?
whats ur fav thing 2 do @ the beach?
do people even ‘read’ magazines n e more?
do ppl even publish/write magazines/books n e more?
Do ppl even ‘read’ n e more?
Is ‘writing’/ ‘reading’ only for ‘fat grls’ and ‘effing fggts’?
What’s the distinction between a ‘poet’ & a ‘writer’?
Do poets get more tug jobs than writers, or vise versa?
Is this guy a better writer than ‘Twilight’?