wreckandsalvage:

kateoplis:

Portland Mustang by jslicer1

I’m getting a car in 2010. Either an MG, Jeep, or stang. Mid-60s either way.
64 - 66 were glory years for American cars. The 64 1/2 stang is probably the best thing to roll out of Detroit in its history.

Quirk I own one. My Dad and I have been slowly since 1993 rebuilding the 1964 !/2 Mustang Prototype. As soon as I have it going Whithin Two Weeks Judy Garland or the Ghost In the Machine turns Steven King on me.

My machine is not a convertable unless one day it steers under an OptimusPrime.
I used to just sit in the back seat and read even though it had yet to throttle out of the garage.

Stream Line Metal.
~DS

kateoplis:

Portland Mustang by jslicer1

I’m getting a car in 2010. Either an MG, Jeep, or stang. Mid-60s either way.

64 - 66 were glory years for American cars. The 64 1/2 stang is probably the best thing to roll out of Detroit in its history.

Quirk I own one. My Dad and I have been slowly since 1993 rebuilding the 1964 !/2 Mustang Prototype. As soon as I have it going Whithin Two Weeks Judy Garland or the Ghost In the Machine turns Steven King on me.

My machine is not a convertable unless one day it steers under an OptimusPrime.

I used to just sit in the back seat and read even though it had yet to throttle out of the garage.

Stream Line Metal.

~DS

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wreckandsalvage:

Just watched this (pre W&S) when I think Priscilla was temporarily insane.

I would grab a shovel and walk to thier land if it even took a year and 42 days and 42 more fortnights and collapse.

At sunrise, where ever they pointed, i would dig them a reservoir.

For a warm corner, iced whiskey, some protein… I’l do, ask, stay out of there way, for nothing else but upon completion, a freeform conversation, a black out, and my exit in darkest of night.

BRAVO!

I havemt seen anything better on the internet than this;this year..

~doriansky nov28,209

<intellectual comedy>

November 22

11am

im still awake

my work environment has changed

for the

better.

I can”t stop staring at my gilfriend in bed

with Mr. Stalin and EL Capitain. “CATS!”

They are all snuggling and keeping warm.

My brain is boiling.

In a couple hours

I will be at Lava Lounge creating, painting, weilding a reality.

I love stumbling into furniture after a long bartending shift

and falling face first into a red laced bra.

She has the sexiest langerie.

Her existence fuels my Obsession of her.

I started and ended that last sentence with the same word.

November 20

“

People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are “The Advertisers” and they are laughing at you.

You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.

Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.

You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.

Banksy (via ambivalence) (via wreckandsalvage)

November 19