18th February 2013 10:12
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17th February 2013 0:07
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13th February 2013 22:40
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Noir Fiction

nedroidcomics:

I finally got access to my Twitter archive. By request, here are my #noirfiction tweets from quite a ways back:

She was a nutty broad, with hair that was bonkers, and legs that just didn’t make any sense at all #noirfiction

She had a pair of legs that wouldn’t quit, no matter how politely you asked #noirfiction

She was the kind of dame where you couldn’t wait for her to leave so you could write about her on your blog #noirfiction

It was a dark and stormy…. DAY #noirfictiontwists

Her legs only went halfway up and then there was just an inescapable shrieking void, like all women #noirfictiontwists #noirbydavesim

She had legs that went all the way up, and so did the rest of her. “Get back down here,” I said. She looked at me and said “No” #noirfiction

She had a nice set of legs, and then a second, less-nice set she’d found in her foyer. That’s why she came to me. #noirfiction

Her legs were like a metaphor, and the imagery they brought to mind was extreme evocative #noirfiction

She had a body like a poem, and a face like a limerick #noirfiction

She was a real classy broad: top hat, monocle, tuxedo, twirled mustache… oh wait #noirfiction

Normally a dame like this would put me on every edge I had, but nectarines were in season and I had an entire bag. #noirfiction

She had a torso and then two weird lower limbs sticking out of the bottom of it. What were those things #noirfiction

I never cared for conversation, so I let my gun do the talking. Problem was, he was shy too #noirfiction

It’s a dirty job in a dirty city, but I’m not the cleanest guy so that’s fine by me. The name’s Paul Blart… Mall Cop. #noirfiction #blart

He had a face like a stack of pancakes and whenever he talked he sprayed butter and syrup everywhere #noirfiction

She stormed into my office like a hurricane, swinging her arms around and knocking over all my things. “Hey,” I said. #noirfiction

She had a face like this :) and a pair of legs to match < #noirfiction

She had a nice face. It was pretty. She was in my office. I was a detective! It was my first day of being a detective. #noirfiction

She had a pair of legs that ended in rollerskates and the kind of body that could stay upright #noirfiction

She had a face like a zen koan: thought-provoking but impossible to figure out #noirfiction

13th February 2013 21:40
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bijunkie:

: 15-Year-Old African Kid Tells Madonna To Go ‘Have Sex’ with Herself

dynamicafrica:

Dakarai Molokomme, a 15-year-old starving child from a small village in Zimbabwe, has just told , one of the most famous pop stars in the world, to  and f*** , the local media are reporting exclusively.

“Yes, it’s true, I told Madonna to go f*** herself. Do you want to know why?” Dakarai asked. “It’s the same thing every time with these snobby rich Americans. Every once in a while they come to show us their support for the so-called eradication of poverty by adopting a child from a starving family, but they actually do more harm than good. Transracial international adoptions are part of the white savior industrial complex,” Dakarai explained.

In further discussions with journalists from the media, the  stated that “none of the children here actually want to be taken away from their family and friends so they can be displayed as some kind of trophy in the homes of self-righteous singers or actors who want to score some points with the media and Oprah.”

“If they really want to help us, they should get Big Pharma to ship us some anti-retroviral drugs for the AIDS epidemic, or build schools and hospitals. If they don’t want to do that, then they can all go f** themselves!” the child told reporters.

The 15-year-old also stated that he would say the same thing to any one of those American or European “faux humanitarian posers”, except for Bono, whom he said he would also kick in the groin.

“Bono’s efforts to save the African savage from itself prove that the colonial imperative is alive and well,” Dakarai said as he walked with other village children collecting sticks to build a tree fort.

My new hero.

10th February 2013 12:23
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8th February 2013 19:28
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8th February 2013 18:53
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8th February 2013 10:59
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irresistible-revolution:

gnarlybynature:

guerrillamamamedicine:

eclecticspectrum:

thegoddamazon:

niggaimdeadass:

theweaponofchoice:

preach

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THIS NEEDS TO GO VIRAL.

RIGHT NOW.

YES.

Also “Kelly Rowland is the true gay icon.”

AW SHIT. LMFAOOO

Damn. Tell ‘em why you mad. 

yessssss

I really hope Lady Gaga and Katy Perry watch this on a loop with tears in their eyes.

SLAAAAM DUNK

6th February 2013 10:25
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Meia Noite
Em pleno Largo do Arouche
Em frente ao Mercado das Flores
Há um restaurante francês
E lá te esperei

Meia Noite
Num frio que é um açoite
A confeiteira e seus doces
Sempre vem oferecer
Furta-cor de prazer

E não há como negar
Que o prato a se ofertar
Não a faça salivar

Num quartinho de ilusão
Meu cão que não late em vão
No frio atrito meditei
Dessa vez não serei seu freguês

Meia Noite
Num frio que é um açoite
A confeiteira e seus doces
Sempre vem oferecer
Furta-cor de prazer

E não há como negar
Que o prato a se ofertar
Não a faça salivar

Num quartinho de ilusão
Meu cão que não late em vão
No frio atrito meditei
Dessa vez não serei seu freguês