ADULTHOOD IS A S#!%SHOW
Cackling to the MOON. I absolutely cannot. Three things are incredibly clear about this Donald Trump tattoo: that’s not him, it’s literally Michael Jordan, and the tattoo artist is black and petty, because…what. Things like this restore my faith in humanity. Imagine when she showed her dirty white friends. I would PAY to see their facial expressions at the unveiling. You’re welcome. Via: ShulerKing
“You gave him a daughter white as snow. His allegiance is to you. Sissy is nothing more than his black concubine; all men have one or two. Even though white men do not consider us women fully human, they cannot stop lusting after our flesh.”
Artist: Ebonic Embrace
Upon seeing the gloved hand on Drake’s “Iceman” album, I knew it referenced Michael Jackson. The greatest to ever do it. Love it. Notice he’s doing the “Illuminati” symbol, which makes me cackle to heaven. Nothing the secret societies does is original. This is literally the root chakra mudra, again that revelation of divine symbols being perverted for Satanism is coming. A joke. The group was created to do the opposite and a tribute to me (read The Illuminati: How It Started).
Only for the soon to be dead, inbred, Zionist Jews, especially the Rotten Rothschild to “take over.” Deluded into thinking they aren’t mere hell bound slaves of demons. A lesson I teach them eternally. Killing Michael Jackson and trying to cover it up by removing my Instagram post is a terrible strategy (read The Zionists Killed Michael Jackson 3). I should know, it’s my domain and I’m ensuring they flounder to give me more evidence.
This is why you venerate the Gods. The last of my struggles, proving complete devotion to my husband are finishing up (read Happy Birthday Lewis Dvorkin/Shiva/Jesus). Thanks for helping us end you. You’re in for it now, Kali & Shiva. Via: Drake Instagram
Updated: 5/18/2026 12:02am
Artist: Jesse Jinghan Liu
Before I comprehended what “Crash Into Me” was about as a child, it was a favorite. A masterpiece lending itself to another masterpiece, because I can’t listen to it without thinking of “The Office.” The scene where Michael Scott decided to put this on a mix CD for Holly after just meeting her. Jim stopped him in the nick of time.
Listening to the words and realizing how insanely inappropriate, how unhinged he was, makes me cry from laughter, every time. The Office is the funniest show for genius gems like this. It’s the little things. In what world Michael? Via: EBay
Seeing these Vogue Brazil covers of Zendaya and wondering wtf American Vogue is EVER doing. Chloe Malle also looked a frumpy mess at the Met Gala. Places I don’t want to go for $100 please.
Zendaya skipped it, as she should. Supporting an ugly nerd, who abuses his workers to the point of welfare and his botched wife, who only spreads her legs for a bag, is lame. All of them are losers. Which cover do you like best? Via: Vogue Brasil
One of these people is a supermodel and it’s NOT Hailey Baldwin Bieber. Using witchcraft to bag Justin Bieber was essential, without him she’d still be the overlooked, mediocre, talentless cretin she is. Following the Kardashian Jenner yacht girl prostitute, to laundering trafficking money through faux billion dollar businesses, and glamour magic pipe line (read The Richest Kardashian Jenners…). Bitch you’re basic and it shows. The fuck. Satanic ass. Between that baby and draining him, that nigga couldn’t leave if he wanted to, which we all see he does. Bieber is just another Kanye West with less resilience (read Kim Kardashian Destiny Swapped With Kanye West).
This entire circle is so tawdry they ruined the Met Gala. Taking it from cultural pillar to circus. Every year it gets worse and worse. Tacky, tacky, tacky. I digress.
Comparing the photo shoots, which speak for themselves, it’s crystal clear Irina Shayk is art, a marble statue come to life. Serving untouched face and body (read Negligence Is The New Black). After years of forcing themselves in the public eye, the Nepo models still can’t pose. Getting rid of them in the wave to hell is literally me doing a public service. Overrated. Overhyped. Over them. Via: Worlds_Moda & Hailey Bieber Instagram
In retrospect I don’t think we were old enough to be watching MTV’s Spring Break, but my sister and I tuned in religiously. The chokehold it had made us careless and irresponsible. Being a few months old, my mother allowed us to take our baby brother out of his crib. Some time later she came into the room looking for him, we told her we didn’t know where he was. Last we checked he was on the bed with us. She starts FLIPPING OUT. Frantically searching for him, as she should. We didn’t even help her, unable to stop watching whatever was on. Teenagers and young adults close to alcohol poisoning having the time of their lives.
This is when we lived on 72nd Street on the Upper East Side, the patio was the largest part of our apartment. There we tended to our tomatoes. The patio looked down into the hot tub of the mansion next door, which was encased in glass. Hysterical, my mother went to see if we’d thrown him over. Killing him. Having no idea where he’d be at that point. Out of nowhere I heard a noise near the crib, which was pushed up against the bed. I moved it back and there he was. Just laying on the floor, hands wrapped in those baby gloves to prevent him from scratching his face. He’d rolled off the bed, so silent we didn’t notice.
MTV’s Spring Break had us captivated to the point of negligence. We didn’t get in trouble, our mother too relieved we didn’t commit infanticide. Crazy. I wanted to be there so bad, then at the appropriate age found the entire thing sleazy. A time was had when watching though. Via: Complex & Top.Music.Songs
Is this me? Literally I’m wondering if the artist knows me. My initial thought seeing this painting for the following reasons: the banter knots, love of gold jewelry, love of Whitney Houston, the joint she’s holding, the halo symbolizing divinity, how my cat Jagger saw herself and how I treated men, especially the white men who were obsessed with me. Lewis Dvorkin is legitimately the only man I ever treated right. Makes senses. Also her skin tone is how dark I aim to be every beach season. Like…have you ever come across yourself in art? Via: CateCismo_
Visual artists aren’t the only people this advice serves. Writers, directors, actors etc…everyone has to dig deep and find their purpose. Avoid stagnancy, which stymies growth and kills creativity. An integral part of the process, the journey before the destination. Art comes from the soul, not AI slop (and it shows, the commercials and ads are HORRIFIC and unmemorable) Why are you doing it? What’s your message? Via: _The_Spotted_Zebra