The Party

I love parties. Parties love people. People are all partially pretentious but perfectly primate. Primates party with bananas. Bananas grow on trees. Trees are in the ground. The ground is made of dirt and rocks. Rocks hold our world together. Together is what we'll always be. None of us will ever escape existence. No matter where any of us are, it will never be impossible to meet again. For our dust has and will float through existence forever.

Listen to "The Party" by St. Vincent (bottom left of page). It's beautiful.

<3 CGDH

Batman Rampoons (Shoes)

One day, Bat man was rampooning around town. He was just minding his own business when-SHABLAMMMMM!- a giant horse dog apparated out of nowhere. Out of shock, Batman fainted. He awoke an hour later only to realize that his shoes had disappeared. They were his favorite shoes too. The new nike/under armor pro-jacked b-ball 3000s. He then proceeded to cry. He cried and cried and cried, because he now had no clue how he was gonna be kicking' oldschool style with his boyyyyz down at the local b-ball court. Like, really/... how can someone be "kicking it" with no shoes. Their feet will get hurt. So he just went home.

-CGDH