Philosophy Posters - Poster series explaining complex philosophical theories through basic shapes
Reverie
View Larger strange, how random drops of red and blue ink can create such beautiful shapes and lines…
strange, how we assign meaning to everything, even this arbitrary piece of photo…
What if I fall and hurt myself
Would you know how to fix me?
What if went and lost myself
Would you know where to find me?
If forgot who I am
Would you please remind me?
Oh, cause without you things go hazy.
….now i have to clean the sofa.
An excerpt from ‘Advice for a graphic design student’:
Seeking advice is addicting and can become a proxy for action. Giving it can also be addicting in a potentially pretentious, soul-rotting sort of way, and can replace experimenting because you think you know how things work. Be suspicious of lists, advice, and lists of advice.
Everyone is just making it up as they go along.
-Frank Chimero
View Larger Fred Derry: I dreamed I was gonna have my own home. Just a nice little house for my wife and me out in the country… in the suburbs anyway. That’s the cock-eyed kind of dream you have when you’re overseas.
Peggy Stephenson: You don’t have to be overseas to have dreams like that.
Fred Derry: Yeah. You can get crazy ideas right here at home.
-from The Best Years of Our Lives
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Crushing Limbs - Dumbfoundead & DJ Zo from Cut + Paste
Verse 1:
Running on the rocky cliffs, Craters craters, waiting for them to pull me down, Hater haters, I hear there footsteps loud and clearly, coming to draw me in as there own,
Verse 1:
Misery is looking for a wingman, with a picture of me asking have you seen him, yea haters love company oh don’t they, while they roll there eyes at me I just roll j’s, there are no days off for the hateful, LA’s full of those so stay tuned, they don’t like what im doing but respected it, sayin they don’t mess with it but dissect it, they tell me im weird I tell em there normal, im just trying to take you to a different place wormhole, I aint yall not cut from the same cloth, cut from a whole nother fabric with a chainsaw, you wont find me on your favorite blogs, but your girl bump me during her daily jogs, a past full of battles, a future full of gold, you aint touch me yet, peep all a them bulletholes,
Hook 1:
Fighters fingers squished my ribs, squeezed the guts out and let it rip, my barrels emptiness is from there crushing limbs
Bridge:
shoot all you want but I shoot back, send one my way and I’ll shoot two back, soon as it hits you can hear bones crack, from there crushing limbs, fire at will, shoot the haters, fire at will shoot the haters, fire at will, shoot the haters, shoot to kill, now who’s your favorite?
Verse 2:
not a violent guy, just got a violent history, (gun cocking) do you like my style of pistoling, don’t be fooled by the wardrobe, I grew up playing in warzones, I don’t care about critics or bad reviews, get it, I just aint feelin your attitude, I didn’t make up the rules but I like to break em, cookin in the lab without an apron, all these haters of music makers, are making my trigger finger itchy, it’s the swim team mothafuckas and I live by the code of the blowed, not davincis, its hunting season, Ima hunt you down, I wanna see you run like you run your mouth, an ak47 with a hundred rounds, shoot all of the haters lets gun em down,
Hook 2:
my barrels emptiness is from there crushing limbs, my barrels emptiness Is from there crushing limbs,
Bridge 2:
shoot all you want but I shoot back, send one my way and I’ll shoot two back, soon as it hits you can hear bones crack, from there crushing limbs, fire at will, shoot the haters, fire at will shoot the haters, fire at will, shoot the haters, shoot to kill, now who’s your favorite?
my barrels emptiness is from there crushing limbs
