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ask and ye shall receive – polarity switch

By Kervin | March 15, 2010 | No Comments

first, i will turn you into money, then i will put you in my wallet.

i put my wallet in my pocket and sit on it.

when i need some more money, i will buy it with you–

change you in for the one-hundred pennies you are worth–

PUNKSNOTDEAD

PUNKSNOTDEAD

soggy, used, discarded you.

and when we’re done with you, we’ll put you in our pockets,

snap the tops, steal all your light:

spread four ways; corners of the earth.

your north is south, we hold your compass for you.

little babe, magnetized no more.

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hello, wide world of internet. kervin here, reporting from a leather sofa sitting in the recessed den of  a lovely townhome in tempe, arizona, and i’ve decided to do a convoluted-message advice column laced with hints of grandiose idea, nay, Idea, while i precariously sit across the room from an edward cut-out. his right eye is terribly photoshopped because the photographer was evidently incapable of using dramatic lighting efficiently. the creator, he is a blundering man.

so what is there to say about a person on vacation, what sorts of advice should he give, and what sort should he take? it is hypocritical to suggest relaxation routines, or perhaps just cruel, since this is all he is capable of. as the moment goes, he is not at work, nor at school, but not far enough out of these routines to forget all about them, so he piddles with the minds of those around him to see the gears grind; to see the wrench bend as he threw it in. silly, mischievous little man. occupy yourself with something self-engaging.

or burn it all down. we’ll be long gone before they figure it out.

Oh Nikola, You Silly-Billy.

By David | March 13, 2010 | No Comments

gloom

By Anna | February 21, 2010 | No Comments

 

I had myself convinced that today was supposed to be warm and sultry, and I was extremely disappointed by the fitful, torn-up clouds scudding across the sky at 2pm when I finally dragged myself out of bed. (we spent an epic and frustrating night in the emergency room with a friend who needed his face stitched up, so I didn’t get to bed until about 6:30a) I can’t wait for it to warm us, mostly because the whole winter was very disappointing as far as snow is concerned. I found a few of my gloomiest winter photos and doctored them up for you.

sunsets

By Anna | February 10, 2010 | 2 Comments

We’ve been having some really bizarre weather here lately, and it produces some interesting atmospheric phenomenon. The light was so strange at my parent’s house at dusk a few days ago, I’m glad I had my camera. 

 

Surplus

By Anna | February 8, 2010 | No Comments

Distributing Surplus Supplies (1940)

 

I just love the color of this photograph. Also, the one woman looking at the camera is completely captivating. More good stuff at The Library of Congress’ Flikr.

impromptu party

By Anna | February 7, 2010 | No Comments

 

debauchery and douchebaggery.

gutter ball

By Anna | February 6, 2010 | 3 Comments

Sunday night bowling bonanza.

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