Print is fucking dead. The written word and human experience are alive and well.
Read This Nog Log And Get Ready To Spend The Rest Of The Day Trying To Pick Your Jaw Up Off The Floor
It tastes like the most amazing melted French Vanilla ice cream sprinkled with nutmeg. But it lacks “Christmas at Grandma’s.”
We did not come over on the Mayflower, set up wholesome communities, and feast jovially with Native Americans* with mother-effing HAM! [*these claims are unsubstantiated, and may actually be quite errant.]
This entire show is like the soundtrack to a fucked up nature film depicting a sperm whale and giant squid grappling to the death
Lou Reed passed away October 27, 2013 at the age of 71. When I got to the office Monday morning, I remembered that Synthesis had done a quick chat with Lou Reed a few years ago. I found the audio file eerily (or not eerily) dated October 27, 2006. Deliciously uncomfortable at times, Maurice Spencer […]
Councilman Sean Morgan is fucking over it. We feel your pain, sir.