Last weekend felt like fucking 12 degrees here and we have this white shit coming from the sky... I'm scared. Is it nuclear ash? Is that what they mean by winter? WHAT IS THIS ARE WE GOING TO DIE?!
This weekend it was 70 degrees and there's this big ball of hot yellow in the sky... I'm scared. Is the atmosphere exploding? Is this what they mean by winter? WHAT IS THIS ARE WE GOING TO DIE?
*grabs Charlemagne, box of wine and mixed CD of early '90s R & B jamz and heads to bathtub to await planetary destruction*
If we are slowly approaching a post-apocalyptic new world order or maybe just... Spring, I'd really enjoy to spend it somewhere nice.
With some sweet music.
Like a rustic cabin that looks abandoned but deceptively cost 7 jizzillion francs. Possibly in Switzerland like where these are. But I'm not picky, I already live near the mountains which is another climate zone completely. (Hillbilly weather)
I like how the windows are boarded up but really artistically swank-like to keep out possible zombies and rogue bands of traveling survivors ready to steal your hoard of tampons and beef jerky.
Seriously, you know you'd kill for feminine hygiene products after the apocalypse.
I'd probably want a mixed CD of early '90s jamz I saved from my former life because you're going to have to repopulate the earth with the leftover Doomsday Preppers people and they can't all be hot. You're gonna need some help to set the mood because that can of Spam ain't working.
Unless you like Spam... I don't know your (post-apocalyptic) life.
I'd probably be asked to repopulate the earth with one of those guys that breathes really heavily through his mouth even when just sitting down and always seems to have bloody cuticles.
I will definitely need the smooth stylings of Keith Sweat and friends (and perhaps some mittens for him) to make this thing happen.
For the future of our peoples.
I think I'd be more fertile if things were to happen in this kitchen.
Definitely in front of that fireplace. I would produce really smart babies - doctors, metalsmiths, people who can tell the poisonous trees from the not poisonous trees - all professions you'd need in a new world if you treat my ovaries sweetly with a modern rustic lodge full of great MCM furniture. It's a scientific fact.
Also a scientific fact is that exposed lumber and beautiful views will probably get you a quiverfull of lumberjacks for Jeezus.
My womb is glorious and takes requests.
|All images from Marie Claire Maison and probably a year old but don't judge.|
Much like my former life of making mix CDs for my friends.
Obviously my children (of the New Earth) will have great taste in music AND architecture.