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BRAINSLIP
devolution of the mind via actual & imaginary realities
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Friday, August 12, 2011
Things Christian Slater Says Over and Over While Looking in the Mirror Pretending to be Jack Nicholson
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Diceman Rap
DICEMAN RAP
Every day is not nice, you roll the dice
Leave your house, slip on some ice
Fourteen years later, your bones are better
Been laying low in Miami cause it's better weather
Diceman cometh and Diceman goeth
Drew's gonna be back with jokes to showeth
My mind is clear, the ladies are near
My rhymes are wicked, hey gimme a beer
I may be a Drew but that ain't nothing new
Lox and bagels is what you gotta do
The time is now and Dice is on the prowl
Dust off the jacket with an unwanted towel
Been working on dick jokes while my kid does math
Triangles and quadrants don't make me laugh
In a couple a months I'm headed back to Queens
Sicka these palms, you know what I means?
Monday, August 1, 2011
Brainslip Style Guide: The Panama Hat
Ladies, do you feel that heat, day in and day out? I think it's safe to say that it is indeed Panama season. No matter your face, head shape or skin tone, there's a Panama hat just right for you! Show Mr. Right that you've got a wild side with this fashion accessory that is true and tried!
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Michael and Me
I remember Michael and I miss him dearly. We had some amazing times at the Ranch. I was driving to Gelson's today and got thinking about one afternoon up there. It was a hot day and we decided to go horseback riding. We froze our Ssips juiceboxes so they'd still be cold when it was time to drink them. Michael let me borrow some shorts because my parents refused to let me wear shorts out of the house. A half hour into the ride we stopped for a minute. Michael saw some acorns and just had to stop and collect them. I snacked on my Triscuits and waited patiently. A noisy jet was overhead and I was following him with my binoculars. All of the sudden I heard a scream and turned around. Michael was on the ground. His leg was swelling up. It looked like 1,000 bees stung him. Michael never told me he was allergic to bees. McCauley, get the epinephrine from the saddle, he shouted. I ran over and found the shot and began to pull Michael's pants down. No, not in the butt, in the thigh, dummy, Michael yipped. I shoved the needle in him and he let out a sigh of relief. Man, what a crazy day. Goodbye Michael, I miss you so fucking much.
-M.C.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
People On The Phone Right Now With Their Best Friend Talking Anout How Good Last Night's Whoopee Was
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