(Source: wordsforyoungmen, via youngfolksociety)
This what, and how, my friend orders wine + liquor from me.
Mr. Sasson,
I trust you are well. Would you please do me the service of recommending and assisting in my procurement of some fine oenological and spirituous beverages? It would be most pleasing to me if you could supply the following:
- Three (3) bottles of red wine
- Three (3) bottles of white wine
- One (1) bottle of Bulleit Rye Whiskey
- One (1) bottle of Scotch or peated Irish whiskey (that is, a whiskey from Britannia of smokey character)
- One (1) bottle that, in your discretion, would be viewed by those who are knowledgeable of such things as an improvement upon my most humble existing stock.
I hereby authorize you, sir, to bill any associated expense to my instrument of credit. Please deliver said items to my home at a time convenient to you.
I am most sincerely in your debt,
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"When I wake up in the morning I don’t bound up out of bed and go cook a bowl of oatmeal, I have to swim up through calcified layers of regret …I wake up chained to a cement block at the bottom of a swamp of failure."
— Patton Oswalt , “To Be Loved & Understood”
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Boy, that’s a way to put it…
Lots of works in progress at the moment, so I thought I’d post an old-ish one. This is from a drawing on location class I took at SVA last spring. My drawings follow the path of the Q train…above and below the street.
The line I grew up on.
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Houses of Worship Built With Weapons And Ammunition, from Beautiful/Decay Artist & Design http://bit.ly/XlkkLn
Classic.
Classic.
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“But first, let’s check the death count from the killer storm bearing down on us like a shotgun full of snow.”
