Charlie
I will cite you.
(via mindgrapes)
Wanna know what tastes better than the new cords The Guy Who Sleeps Outside My Cage brings home?
Nothing. Nothing, I tell you.
Clipped wings have their benefit.
Petrina Hicks. | A Photography BlogI’m not sure if this is deeply troubling, or, the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. Also, if anyone has this woman’s number…
IP over Avian Carriers
IPoAC has been successfully implemented, but for only nine packets of data, with a packet loss ratio of 55%, and a response time ranging from 3000 seconds to over 6000 seconds.
HA! My performance is SO much better. And, I do it in (multi)color.
This is it, right here. One of the defining moments in my young life. This is the precise instance when I tried to bite my mom. As a result, she pulled out a pair of shears and clipped off my wings. Then I flew into a door across the room. She watched with a smile on her face as I calmly walked back across their cage and climbed into my bedroom. I now know what Nicholson’s character in “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” felt like after his icepick lobotomy. FML.
I’m very proud of my latest work, entitled “Shattered Captivity.” The medium is wax. Notice how the “beaked” portions of the wax turn a lovely white hue, standing in perfect contrast to the gray portions.
I enjoy creating works of art while the guy who usually sticks me in my cage forgets, and goes to a pitch meeting, whatever that is.
I’m fairly certain that if i can get this thing out of here, I can chop in my picture, and when he’s sleeping make a clean getaway in his car. Yes, thanks, I can fly, but this way I’ll be in Mexico in two and a half hours getting my drink on.
On a related note, if anyone knows this chick, tell her I’ll meet her in three hours at that place we summered in back in the day - in Puerto Vallarta. She’ll know. ‘Vive La Resistance!!’
How ya like me now?! My Uncle Ned has made me a fuckyeahcharlie t-shirt. Nice likeness, huh? Not bad for a bird that was homeless only a couple of months ago, right? I think he needs a little help with his sizing, but that goofball who feeds me and locks me in a cage every night can wear it. This is just proof that anything is possible, especially in LA. Welcome to Hollywood. What’s your dream?
P.s. - Only moments after this picture was taken, i pooped. No, not on my new shirt, but on that stupid circles comforter, which is only slightly more attractive than the free porn rags that guy lines my cage with.
p.p.s - What the fuck’s a MEEP? Oh, I get it. HAHA (clears beak) Human humor.
