It becomes something totally different with the arrow pointing at the text, rather than the arrow pointing at the object which the text refers to. The text becomes a reference to itself, if you follow the arrow’s directions.
It becomes something totally different with the arrow pointing at the text, rather than the arrow pointing at the object which the text refers to. The text becomes a reference to itself, if you follow the arrow’s directions.
instead of just seeing something written by someone who needs a better education – only poets and creatives can see poetry here. – reminds me of j. Lennon’s This Is Not Here –
instead of just seeing something written by someone who needs a better education – only poets and creatives can see poetry here. – reminds me of j. Lennon’s This Is Not Here –
would it be more or less poetic if the lock was not shaped anything like a stingray?
would it be more or less poetic if the lock was not shaped anything like a stingray?
It’s a metaphor.
It’s a metaphor.
Genius + Love = Yo La Tengo
Genius + Love = Yo La Tengo
were you taking a d when you took this pic
were you taking a d when you took this pic
It becomes something totally different with the arrow pointing at the text, rather than the arrow pointing at the object which the text refers to. The text becomes a reference to itself, if you follow the arrow’s directions.
It becomes something totally different with the arrow pointing at the text, rather than the arrow pointing at the object which the text refers to. The text becomes a reference to itself, if you follow the arrow’s directions.
tom tom club
tom tom club
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
It’s as if the text wants to be like the handle– not in that the handle is a stringray, but in that it represents something clearly.
Signifier envy. Or something.
It’s as if the text wants to be like the handle– not in that the handle is a stringray, but in that it represents something clearly.
Signifier envy. Or something.
left lonely floating on a cubicle door, the phallus regards its neighbour, a vagina, with envy. it will never know vajazzlement.
left lonely floating on a cubicle door, the phallus regards its neighbour, a vagina, with envy. it will never know vajazzlement.
Either that or its just some writing on a shit-house door.
Either that or its just some writing on a shit-house door.
instead of just seeing something written by someone who needs a better education – only poets and creatives can see poetry here. – reminds me of j. Lennon’s This Is Not Here –
instead of just seeing something written by someone who needs a better education – only poets and creatives can see poetry here. – reminds me of j. Lennon’s This Is Not Here –
http://htmlgiant.com/snippet/31093/#comment-64832
oh shit
http://htmlgiant.com/snippet/31093/#comment-64832
oh shit
Nevermind.
Nevermind.
I like that. Signifier envy.
I like that. Signifier envy.
http://htmlgiant.com/web-hype/help-us-penetrate-the-origami-fortress/#comment-64853
http://htmlgiant.com/web-hype/help-us-penetrate-the-origami-fortress/#comment-64853
http://htmlgiant.com/random/bathroom-poetry/#comment-64855
http://htmlgiant.com/random/bathroom-poetry/#comment-64855
I did it. Self-referential comment above.
I did it. Self-referential comment above.
This is great except the arrow is pointed the incorrect way.
This is great except the arrow is pointed the incorrect way.
SO CRA TAYS
SO CRA TAYS