Friday
Wednesday
FHB
Jeg er fan af navermærket FHB. Fuck alt sådan noget dalret tyndt slasketøj i silke og tyl og viscose. Bomuld er for svedigt. Der er noget charmerende ved slidstærke bukser, big ups til Kansas, Dickies, Dunderdon, FHB og alle de andre stærke drenge derude.
Sunday
COMMON SENSE!
LAPPER ER VIRKELIG SMARTE
Saturday
Wednesday
ET LAMMET EUROPA
Det er altså virkelig imponerende hvad sådan et oldschool naturfænomen kan udrette. Bare lamme hele Europa sådan vupti. Selvom der selvfølgelig er virkelig mange der havner i nogle rigtig nedern situationer osv, så synes jeg der er noget fedt over at en vulkan kan sætte alt i stå, og ingen fatter brik og løber rundt om sig selv og flyselskaberne er helt i knæ og pengene rasler ud af hænderne på dem, og virksomheder tuder over tabt arbejdskraft, og det er jo ikke engang så længe siden at man slet ikke KUNNE flyve i flyvemaskiner. Det industrialiserede samfund og den kapitalistiske grådighed får fuckfingeren af Moderjord.
(Og så er det sejt at nabo vulkanen hedder Katla, ligesom dragen i Brødrene Løvehjerte).
(Og så er det sejt at nabo vulkanen hedder Katla, ligesom dragen i Brødrene Løvehjerte).
FACTORY FARMING
"These factory farmers calculate how close to death they can keep the animals without killing them. That's the business model. How quickly can they be made to grow, how tightly can they be packed, how much or little can they eat, how sick can they get without dying."
(Fra: Jonathan Safran Foer Eating Animals)
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(Fra: Jonathan Safran Foer Eating Animals)
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Monday
Sunday
RICKIE LEE JONES ER SEJ, OG HENDES STEMME ER SOM ET INSTRUMENT.
I won't grow up
I don't want to go to school
Just to learn to be a parrot
And recite a silly rule
If growing up means It would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up. Not me!
I won't grow up
I don't want to wear a tie
And a serious expression
In the middle of July
And if it means I must prepare To shoulder burdens with a worried air
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up. Not me!
I don't want to go to school
Just to learn to be a parrot
And recite a silly rule
If growing up means It would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up. Not me!
I won't grow up
I don't want to wear a tie
And a serious expression
In the middle of July
And if it means I must prepare To shoulder burdens with a worried air
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up. Not me!
Thursday
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