dennys:

In the dark of night you stumble further into the suburbs of some small town in North Idaho. Something is chasing you, you don’t know what. You keep running. Tears are streaming down your cheeks in fear. You don’t look back. You turn a corner and hide behind one of the monotonous houses of the neighborhood. Your breaths are short, sharp, and fast. You look down and see a yellow blob. It is an egg yolk. You pick it up and examine it in confusion. It is the perfect yolk. With the yolk in hand you start running again, this time with more determination and purpose. Soon a yellow glow is barely visible above the houses and you run faster towards it. You found what you were looking for. A Dennys.

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chefpyro:

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genderpunkrock:

gotitforcheap:

landlord: why is the stairwell filled with potato chips?

me: aesthetic 

noo nn ono no ono no no nO NO NO

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genderpunkrock:

mitjaissick:

Thomas Rentmeister

Earthapfelroom, 2007


Kartoffelchips, potato chips, ca. 70 x 500 x 250 cm

NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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jeffkebab:

Mmm just slunching on some lettuce
Cronch cruchn Munch sliurnch Minch munch cricNh cronch CLoruch murch mich munchhc

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