Showing posts with label CRIM. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CRIM. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Shook Ones Part 2 (Hey Baby-Guy)

Woke up.
Got out of bed.
Combed a bug out of my head.
and throat.
and stomach.
AKA - I threw up a lot.
I think I inhaled some toxic mold dust last night in the haunted basement.
Now I don't feel good.
I was thinking.
In the Rugrats movie the dad gives Tommy the pocket-watch because he has become the big brother and is responsible, but because he is a baby he thinks it is a compass and that the object itself is a physical manifestation of responsibility.
See, reification can be cute.

Friday, March 26, 2010

From The CRIM Vault.

WHAT BE DAT?





DAT BE CRIMMIN'