la araña discoteca.
June 2013
2 posts
May 2013
2 posts
April 2013
1 post
ACAB RADIO →
radio.mcnallysmith.edu
I started this show thing on the school radio, and the first show airs at 1pm (CST) today. It’s just internet radio right now because we have shitty funding, but if you’re free or able to listen to the internet around then it’d be neat if you tuned in. This link (or the title of this post) will open in itunes for you:
http://radio.mcnallysmith.edu:8000/listen.m3u
~thanks babez.
this week’s from 1-1:45pm
March 2013
3 posts
Patriarchy is women feeling forced to write that they’re “taken”(even when they’re not) on social networking sites to reduce the number of creeps hitting on them on the internet
Or having to say “I have a boyfriend” when you get hit on by a creep IRL because you know they won’t take “i’m not interested” for an answer. Patriarchy is men respecting a man who isn’t even there and his ‘property’ more than a woman and her wishes
I JUST HAD TO DO THIS. AGAIN.
ALL OVER MY FACEBOOK.
Trying to just keep my tumblr to posts of things I make but this post has rung too true for me, especially over the past couple of months.
I hate that I go to shows as often as I can and genuinely want to make friends with people (because friends are cool) and over half the time I have to look for my boyfriend and hang by him for the rest of the evening after a 5 min talk with a dude stranger who thinks me smiling and being nice is an invitation for more than that.
February 2013
4 posts
HEARING RICH PEOPLE TALK IN AN ECONOMICS CLASS MAKES ME WANT TO RIP MY HAIR OUT AND PUNCH FACES
POOR PEOPLE ARE NOT LAZY YOU FUCKING DINGUS.
January 2013
4 posts
Play
birdman
bree
just found a recording of a song
I totally forgot I wrote last year.
it’s called birdman.
December 2012
4 posts
Every time I think about writing something
real personal I think about bagels instead.
That’s a lie. But a bagel and cream
cheese does sounds pretty perfect right about now.
Anyway, depression feels like having two broken legs
in your brain. It’s hard to get around sometimes. A lot of times.
Which can make being a person even harder than
it already is. Total bummer.
I’m going to start making more stuff.
That’ll be good.
Destroy the Indie Bands(mp3)
Bree & Zack
“destroy the indie bands”
wrote last month.
pretty silly, with zack again.
i get the giggles every time i sing
my own songs, so there’s that disclaimer
for why the intro is shakey.
alright then.
Kenneth take 2
Bree & Zack
“kenneth”
wrote this over a year ago drunk with my friend kaht.
took it out a month ago and re-hacked the music with zack
about the pizza checker at the downtown
dominos that i used to drunk order delivery from.
ok then
November 2012
2 posts
BUTTZ (depression is a bummer man)
Bree & Zack
“depression is a bummer man”
wrote in like, september or something
zack plays guitar and sings with me
ok
October 2012
2 posts
August 2012
3 posts
July 2012
0 posts
June 2012
2 posts
i'm alive.
had fish tacos today.
I don’t know what else to say.
cool dog’s tour is going well.
online classes are bologna.
buttz.
-a poem about real life, by bree.
May 2012
1 post
Play
April 2012
4 posts
March 2012
3 posts
The Mad Way Out
Talk about a melting pot. Oh, we weren’t? Well now we are. The Mad Way Out soaks in a tub of funk, hip hop, reggae infused influences all day and towel drys with jazz, for that fresh clean feeling (no matter what). Check off that like on their Facebook, stumble on over to their Bandcamp for a free download, and keep up with them on Tumblr and Twitter.Nice little write up by the very dope people over at Humans Win, much love to everyone over there for the support!
some dingus spelled “dries” wrong.
February 2012
1 post
January 2012
1 post
December 2011
3 posts
I really dislike it when people abuse the word "ableist".
it gets thrown around like “pwned” did in 2007.
October 2011
2 posts
September 2011
3 posts
Mary had a little dog
little dog, little dog
Mary had a little dog
because of copyright laaaaaws.
August 2011
1 post
June 2011
2 posts
You look like a meth addict.
I’m half meth addict on my mother’s side, actually.
