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http://hypnoticwinter.tumblr.com/post/92488130115/it-is-self-evident-that-where-this-democracy


hypnoticwinter:

It is self-evident that where this democracy rules, the people as such are not taken into consideration at all. The only thing that matters is the existence of a few hundred gigantic capitalists who own all the factories and their stock and, through them, control the people. The masses of the…

darksilenceinsuburbia:

John Brosio.
Dinosaurs Eating CEO, 2013. Oil on canvas.


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darksilenceinsuburbia:

John Brosio.

Dinosaurs Eating CEO, 2013. Oil on canvas.

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pixography:

Javier G. Pacheco

pixography:

Javier G. Pacheco

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I never liked pearls because I have a feeling it hurts the oyster. A lot. Like doesn’t it die?
As a human being, I really like carrots.
I wish I had more than just rabbits to eat with though.
The dogs across the street like cement because it’s all they know.
The dogs up the street are shooting some helpless teen in the back.
The dogs downtown are shooting us all in the face. And the foot. Simultaneously.
The airplanes above look so enticing,
But even they are ruled by Father Capitalism.
Crows are the closest I can get to those planes without feeling like I’ve shot myself in the back, face, and foot. Like one right after the other. Like without eyes, i can’t even see my foot, but I still shoot it.
As much as I hate him, I really want to feed george bush spinach, preferably from a can.
I could feed an entire navy,
But I won’t because that’s only perpetuating the military-industrial complex.
Freedom fries probably taste adequate,
But Venice can’t live like that!
And if some old guy in Europe nobody knows can’t do it,
Well then I kind of care just a little bit more.
Oatmeal words are hearty, not mushy.
I eat them for breakfast every day and they make shitting on the page and Thomas Jefferson so much easier.
And deep within, we will all find the mushroom we’ve been searching for our whole lives,
And he will whisper to us,
I would like to know Father Meteor.

lighten-up-will-ya:

This Haunting Graveyard Of Cars Has Been Abandoned In The Forest For Decades

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Deep in a forest near the small Belgian village of Chatillon is a graveyard of abandoned rusty cars. Urban legend says that they once belonged to US soldiers stationed in the region in the 50s and 60s following WWII.  When the troops were sent home, they hid them in a forest until they could come back and retrieve them - but that never happened.

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http://news.distractify.com/culture/70-year-old-traffic-jam/?v=1

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sixpenceee:

Sculptures by Heather Jansch

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drawing by hunter payne