Hey England, can yall stop with the meat cleaver murdering until after I leave? All this live butcherings making me a wee bit nervous.
An American in Brighton
The club scene is absolutely ridiculous based on the too sunny to open club. Oh, didi I say sunny? I meant ambiguous bright splotch in the sky because the clouds just wont fucking break. It’s great for photogrqphy but it looks like Cleveland. The sartorial perspective here is just brilliant; everything from punk to goth to suit and tie bankers represented. Theres even a bit of a between the two. Also, its the only city top 40 dance hits will play in a burger king. French people are ungodly impatient, stuckup wankers. Im no longer fond of them. Caster and pollux is the british version of hipster but at a whole other kind of abstraction. They sold books from birdwatching, handmade postcards, books on the fetish (including a prominently diaplayed one on feet and leather), scarves, jewelry, one time prints, a 160page book on how to properly sharpen a pencil, framing and I think there was a key shop in the back.
Brighton’s fucking cool. And theres a steqmpunk arabesque palace (brighton palace) converted to museum including exhibits on art deco/art nouveaux and a history of fashion exhibit along with some of the most moving paintings i’ve seen. So many emotions and such a beautiul day.
Inside of the Europa Gatwick hotel. It’s quite lovely.
tODAY AT WORK, AT MCDONALD’S THESE PEOPLE WITH MASKS CAME IN AND I ALMOST PISSED MY PANTS AND THEY SHOUTED “EVERYONE STAY CALM, JUST CAN YOU DO US A FAVOR” AND I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, THIS IS IT, OMG THEY’RE GONNA PULL OUT A GUN, GOD HELP US, AND EVERYONE LOOKED SO PALE AND WE ALL LOOKED AT EACH OTHER LIKE HOLY SHIT AND THEN THE ONE GUY SAID “I NEED YOU TO DO THE YMCA WITH US FOR OUR BLOG”
I
SHIT
YOU
NOT.
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Hello tumblr
English wifi has not been kind
That is all.
Things I’ve learned about English tv: There’s free porn in the basic cable in the hotel. I think its channel 27. The best part was my dad’s utter surprise.
First thoughts on England: the sky looks a helluva lot like Cleveland. And there’s even Air Canad here, too.
I’m pretty sure its Cleveland.
You know, tablet, it was fucking hilarious when you randomly used erotic pictres for my unknown album art. Everyone had a good laugh about it. But now that i’m on a plane, with a screen with an impossibly good viewing angle, this is getting uncomfortable.
in 7th grade we had this german teacher who immigrated to america from Germany about 23 years ago and one guy in my class thought it would be funny to ask him “Hey, because you’re german does that make you a Nazi?” and in a very thick german accent he replies “Hey, because you’re a white american boy, does that make you a slaveholder?” and the kid never tried to be funny in that class again
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Well that’s absolutely terrifying thank god they dont have sky deer
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