I imagine Ronald Reagan smelled like Vicks Vaporub and garlic.
and freedom
and uranium.
I mostly post PUNKROCKANARCHY type stuff, along with socialism, communism, leftist shit, and other politics. expect lots of feminism and slut pride. I'll post the occasional anime, or video game post. a lot of personal shit, too. I also think I'm really funny.
UNSAVORY STREET PUNX MEME
Hey “nunpuncher” - you don’t fuckin’ know me, those pictures are 4 years old, and I’m not an “unsavory street punk” anymore I am a fucking skinhead.
And if I see you, I’ll show you how hood Richmond is.
You fucking faggot. (cry bout it)
Bwahahaha, internet tough guyz.
In love with this meme/this thread
About 4 years ago I knew some of The Beastie Boys were up in the balcony at a benefit I played for Willie Mae Rock Camp for Girls. There was a mini bass they had signed up for auction that night. I stood under the balcony with my paddle and battled until I won the bass. I have friends in common with those guys and was a little shy about fanning out so hard. The host that night totally called me out though from the stage.
“Kimya Dawson must LOVE the Beastie Boys! She really wants this one!”
I did. I really wanted it.
See, when I was 14 there were no Rock Camps. I felt alone in my weirdness a lot of the time. And I would pretend I was a musician alone. My self esteem was low. My love of words was huge, but my teachers kept telling me to stop making my poems rhyme.
Then my older brother came home with the Licensed To Ill record.
Paul Revere was the first song that I listened to over and over and over and over and over with the intention of memorizing and being able to recite it. And I would wear a derby hat and sunglasses and bust this one out in my room, when no one was home, in front of the full length mirror. Seriously.
And, alone in those moments, I became this very secret version of myself that felt like maybe just maybe I was a little bit of badass.
Thanks Beasties.
Thanks MCA.
Huge gratitude.
Me and my best bud, Jordan used to belt this song out when we were kids. He passed away a few years ago, but I still listen to this song every now and again, and belt out the lyrics like he was right beside me.
Thanks for the memories, Beasties.
Thanks MCA.
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Weekend Nachos- “Jock Powerviolence”
I imagine Ronald Reagan smelled like Vicks Vaporub and garlic.
and freedom
and uranium.

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I will stop “flaunting” my homosexuality when you stop flaunting your heterosexuality. And in case you’re unclear, let me outline just a few of the ways in which you flaunt your heterosexuality:
1. You go out on dates.
2. You hold hands in public.
3. You kiss in public.
4. You wear engagement rings.
5. You get married.
6. You wear wedding rings.
7. You have children.
When you stop flaunting your sexuality, I’ll stop flaunting mine. And not a moment sooner.
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