Friday, January 29, 2016

HAIKU #210

I crave something grand
But 'tis neither house nor yacht
'Tis a stadium!


#LittleLordLucienGoesShopping

Monday, January 25, 2016

HAIKU #209

Even when it's dark
And the world is cold and gray
Your love feels like spring


Friday, January 22, 2016

TV

The sky is alive
With color tonight


The past is resolved
The future is bright


The TV is on
Let's watch it, all right?


I'd rather fuck a bear

Thursday, January 21, 2016

HAIKU #208

There's been a mistake
The cargo bay door opened
We lost the human


#Priorities #GetBackTheHuman

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

HAIKU #207

I picked at a scab
It bled into the warm bath
Then a shark attacked


#RealBathtubAccidents2016

Sunday, January 17, 2016

HAIKU #206

I'm a Seahawks fan
Even when they're getting killed
I still say "Go Hawks!"


#the12thman #smellslikeTEAMspirit

Friday, January 15, 2016

HAIKU #205

I've watched Hans Gruber
Fall to his death countless times
But he still lives on


#AlanRickman #Immortality

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

HAIKU #204

Dear David Bowie
You're my spirit animal
Thanks for all the joy


#BoysKeepSwinging

Monday, January 11, 2016

HAIKU #203

Einstein got it right
Time is an illusion, bro
Let's go hit the gym


#BigIdeas #Bros4Life

Saturday, January 9, 2016

INSIDE OUT: A REVIEW

By Marco H. Marco

This morning over breakfast I had a beautiful and powerful experience. For the first time I viewed Pixar's Inside Out movie, and with a tidal wave of emotions I cried. That is right. In my tight little cutoff t-shirt with my non-dairy caramel-pecan latte, I cried like a little European bitch boy. What can I say? If you haven't already, you must put on a new outfit and see this movie. I will think of it with focused admiration the next time I design a collection of high-end women's footwear. And that, my beautiful friends, spells "luxury."

Five stars.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

HAIKU #202

Food gives us a hint
That what was once good for us
May be harmful now


Sunday, January 3, 2016

HAIKU #201

Across the ocean
A rusty swing in the wind
Echoes your heartbeat