Nothing better than sitting back with the kid and enjoying a classic from the steaming bowels of the West Coast comic underground.
The McBonerito has little use for the mainstream. If he's not busy gumming the corners of some socialist pamphlet, you can probably find him at a local Occupy movement telling Wall Street where to stick it.
Owl and Other Comics available wherever Falling Rock Comics are sold.
Howl getup compliments of our resident Musicologist and Generationalist.
Naropa tee by Art and Lemons.
nwb
Showing posts with label Naropa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Naropa. Show all posts
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Postmodern as Fuck
Labels:
Allen Ginsburg,
Chan Marshall,
Kid Shay,
Naropa,
not a baby blog
Thursday, February 24, 2011
so, she said, this is what we've been missing
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| 1961 - 2011 |
flying. such scenery we are we like to view.
go head on.
snap snap snap.
Walk away from the center of reality. i don't know where
that is at. forget what is said in the world of touch. anything
you want baby. marilyn monroe promised. ride flames
thrashing thighs. find a field where plantain & cucumber
grow. eat from the vulva's sphere. snapshots endure. smile
lucky. the world is a firecracker &
don't you forget it.
you safe.
all those kids missing on milk cartons. fall away from the
centerfold. small breasts alone on a beach.
sing.
this is imperative. all this time away from heaven.
all this.
akilah oliver
the she said dialogues: flesh memory
nwb
Labels:
Akilah Oliver,
Chan Marshall,
Naropa
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