i was looking through so many pulp covers last night and laughing at all the titles like “VAGABOND VIRGIN” and “NUDE—WITH A VIEW” so i saved a bunch of them and made them better.
Sweden, why do you all look like runaways from a Gap ad?
They look like they doing a tribute to Steve from Blue’s Clues
Go and get a job. Go and find a flat. Find somebody else. Put them in the flat. Make them stay. Get a toaster. Go to work. Get on the bus. Look at your boss. Say, “fuck”. Sit down. Pick up the thing. Go blank. Scream internally. Go home. Listen to the radio. Look at the other person. Think, “WHY? Why did this happen?”. Go to bed. Lie awake! At night! Get up. Feel groggy. Put the things on - your clothes - whatever they’re called. Go out the door, into work - same thing! Same people, again, it’s real, it is happening, to you. Go home again! Sit, Radio, Dinner - mmm, GARDENING, GARDENING, GARDENING, death!
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| — | Dylan Moran (via i-live-alone-in-a-tree) |
Instead of editing my essay on the Russian Revolution like a good student, I made another horrible thing.
Enjoy.
