Justin Stone's creekbed

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Location: missouri, el paso

The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

On the one hand I am desperate for time to slow, for mortality to please extend its illusory promise. On the other hand, however, I'm anxious for time to grind into dust the silent gen-er, baby boomer, or gen x-er who itches to utter another nonreflexive, thunderously illiterate millennial slur. Essentially, such provocations are the rightwing man-boy's contemporary manifestations of longed-for playground assaults like smear-the-queer or tag-the-fag. If we are exceptional at anything it is our capacity to miss (either consciously or nonconsciously) the forest while smashing sticks and smashing sticks and smashing sticks and smashing

Monday, July 09, 2018

A racist, misogynist, homophobic lot of dads, uncles, and boyfriends—direct beneficiaries of the last time the U.S. had high corporate taxes, a commitment to public services and programs, and something of a social safety net (a.k.a. forms of democratic socialism)—have united in brutishly loathing the most open minded and most fucked generation of young citizens. Here's to our critical democratic agents of transformation!

Sunday, July 01, 2018

On November 6, just weeks before the election, Simon & Schuster is proud to release a bold new collection of essays from tireless U.S. truth teller Tucker Carlson: Why Must These Ni--ers Make Everything About Race? and Other Uncomfortable Questions.

What people are saying:

"I could have said the exact same thing myself."
— Ted Nugent

"This'll blow a piece of hot lead through the baby's pussy skull."
— Ted Nugent

"Finally! For me these are perfectly comfortable questions."
— someone on Internet