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Why is Hillary Clinton called “Hillary” and Barack Obama called “Obama”?
Like she is generic and he is not.
I think both of them should come up with one-word names for themselves.
Like Fabio is called Fabio and Bono is called Bono and Madonna is called Madonna.
How about Sappho for Hillary and Plato for Obama?
Sappho for President! Plato for President!
See makes you want to vote for them already.
ps. Wiki just told me that Fabio is Fabio’s ACTUAL first name.
We made a new bag!
Not in the webshop yet, but it’s already in store. Write to us if you want one.
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Come see us at the red dot museum this coming weekend for more art and more fashion.
(you bought the skating pig pouch)
Because you asked about James Joyce, and because you followed your nose up here, we have decided to give you a 20% discount the next time you come back.
Email us at bruceATgoblin-market.net
(I forgot to ask for your name.)
NESTLÉ® GOLD FLAKES
Corn flakes with honey and peanuts,
containing eight vitamins and iron
cannot coat me on the outside
in their sweet might; and
as I crunch my temples silly
somehow somewhere, I grope in hopes
of goodness a-swell
within each tear and veil
where art fails and fail.
Come and pick out weird, happy pieces in the store. Even if we have kept those looking like grannies for ourselves!
About Asian men stereotypes.
And now Edison Chen has gone off to flash his tiny thing all over the Internet. Why can’t it have been someone with a bigger one!
Here are two of them:
We also have a bunch of vintage dresses and tops in store.
More photos soon!
Once upon some time, there hung a magic tee in the middle of some cheating chairs and aching wigs. Nearby was a circus which had lost its charm, and despite so kept up its fairy lights while the wind brushed through. There were no snack stands but there were balloons; there were none of those shout-outs but there remained echoes of stalls. The ground was swept only by the feet of those who had nowhere else to go.
In this lack of cheer, the magic tee jostled with birds for cheer and danced without a care, all the nights spent counting stars and crouching by whenever planes flew past. One day the magic tee felt that it did not want to be special any more than it wanted to be 100% something - it was that time where life insisted a decision be made. Sure. The magic tee swung hard to land on the ground, leaving its soul hanging, near yet far, to head for the place the wind too must heed orders.
The last time seen, the magic tee was thought to be in a queue somewhere in a city, while others have spotted it making its rounds in an institution, madhouse or country department, in some-pathy. The sources may be different, as were the places it was seen, but they all said the magic tee has stopped talking. Perhaps that is why it is now in a shophouse, ready to be sold and resold and folded and told:
where did all those years go, when the world inside is still the hardest to know?
Available on various t-shirt cuts. Please email hubrisATgmail.com.
It’s true I thought we will walk to the end together.
But I remember the winter spring summer autumn
standing in that kitchen doing what I still do today
and the light made me look up, suddenly, its ray
struck me I could not live without you. Now
years after I have no seasons to those surrounds
except for the ray that ray this ray
that I suspect has no more meaning but for me to say
I believe love has no seasons,
gravity no reasons,
my memory’s the treason
it’s true.
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