I decided to build a blueprint for a future Hiphop City, which I concealed in my album cover seal. I then went on to sell my album though a wine company, which was my way to bring honor back to my housing project.
Lambert created a character that was some kind of mashup between a disgruntled mass shooter, generic alt-right video blogger, Men’s Rights Activist, perpetual loser, and borderline retard.
Cultures often deal with their shortcomings and pain through art, and Japan was no different. They channeled their hurt and destruction into strange, even comical forms. Godzilla took the form of a destroyer, a guardian, ‘the King of the Monsters’, and even a god.
It is positively refreshing to see a comic book movie with actual depth and profundity, rather than the plastic and shallow mass-manufactured fodder of Disney Marvel movies that have plagued the box office for years.
Stop canceling people, and start canceling culture.
Hipster underworlds are microcosms of civilization at large, and it takes a far more pretentious isolation to understand them than mainstream societies.
Our corporate elites want us to eat bugs. They want this very, very badly. Like many, I was first very skeptical of this idea, but now I have come around. Here is why.
There is a demand within our soul for the primitive and archaic. The veins are pumping hard beneath the spectacle, and be it by natural growth or a violent eruption, the soul of humanity will get what it needs and desires.
Endlessly and forever, people are doing the same old things, treating the history of youth culture as a buffet from which they can pick and choose whatever stale trend they want.
Everybody wants the cool post-disaster story—the awesome part where you take over whole abandoned towns, and have sex with cool punk girls in leather rags who have sawed-off shotguns. Boy, I could only wish.