WELCOME TO THE WEIRD SHOW WERE THIS YEAR WE WILL BE SERVING POP CULTURE AND FAITH REFERENCES WITH A VERY SMALL SIDE ORDER OF pretensions.

 

I help the poor and i’m a saint
I ask why is there so much poverty and i’m a communist

The Mutiny

feedme-seemore:

rain soaked concrete
midwest sunset
great lakes air
heavy and wet.
the bus,
work scented masses
packed tight,
we stand and sway.
beer beckons.
beer, music, more beer.
rain seeps in through
the holes in your shoes.
no matter;
the night is young.
your heart beats,
breaks,
beats on,

DEAR HATERS

calling someone ugly doesn’t make you pretty.

cutting down someone who is confident in there own body won’t help you with your own self loathing.

laughing at someone who looks different to socialites idea of ‘normal’ wont give a life of joy or peace….so whats the point?