But KFed is!
Bowling trophy husband Kevin Federline has transcended the mundane and entered the realms occupied only by the immortals. Zeus, Freya, Aphrodite, Kate Moss…
Kevin Federline is a muse.
Canada's favorite Cuban, Perez Hilton, reports that KFed is the subject, object, be-all and end-all of a new song, courtesy of Boston rap duo Names & DJ Dirty Beagle. The meisterwerk is entitled Wake Up, KFed, and is available for downloading here.
And here is a sample of the madness that awaits. Right click and save, people. You know this is gonna rock every trailer park in America!
Wake up Mr. Federline
cuz we're calling you out, bitchSo Kevin, I saw you at a 7-11
You had an Us Weekly under your arm
and you stunk to high heaven
but you were psyched because that had you on the cover again
claiming you were weeding again
while Britney was at the OBGYN
So it's too bad you can't be a good dad
since you're about to get served by a college grad
who spits rhymeSo you don't like being called K-Fed
you can suck on my whole dick headOops Britney what are we gonna do
cuz we both know Kevin belongs in a petting zoo
So it's time to drop the other shoe
Send him packing with a Mountain Dew
it's alright sister
you win a few and you lose a few.
This is totally gonna kick ass on the newstand!
Sculpture is a paradoxical medium. Often provoking (It looks like Britney Spears giving birth on a bearskin rug, but it isn’t really Britney Spears giving birth on a bearskin rug, wow, that’s confusing, y’all. Art is hard!) yet equally often irresistably attracting, it confounds as it engages. We adore, yet we recognize the falsehood inherent in the artist’s physical manifestation of an actual, yet independent subject; do we worship, or abhor?
Sometimes both. Two-part post. Sometimes the difference between appreciation and loathing just comes down to a point of view.
Is this not the whackest shizzle you evah seen, niggaz? (is that how that is pronounced? I'm using an online translator here, cut me some slack) A snip from the Boingboing post:
Matt Fraction shares a sneak-preview of his forthcoming graphic novel, The Five Fists of Science, starring Mark Twain and Nikola Tesla in a race to save the world from Thomas Edison and J.P Morgan. "Best part? It's true. Almost," says Matt.
You know some underachieving physics grad is going to be living his dreams through this.
Back cover copy. If you listen closely, you can hear Thomas Dolby, I swear:
SCIENCE!
No longer the realm of the fop, the dandy, or the physicist!
SCIENCE!
No longer the purview of landed gentry or the monied upper classes
SCIENCE is TODAY! SCIENCE is NOW!
SCIENCE IS FOR YOU!Come one and come all, to this, a grand old adventure
in a brand new tradition
the penny dreadful
the pulp adventure
the escapist fantasy
the pictotrash compendium
THE GRAPHIC NOVEL
THE FIVE FISTS OF SCIENCEjoin
MR. MARK TWAIN
(aka Samuel Clemens)
— and —
MR. NIKOLA TESLA
(aka Master of Lightning)
in a white knuckle thriller
AS THEY SAVE THE VERY WORLDnot recommended for the soft or the sissy
the weak at heart
or
the dull of mindTHE FIVE FISTS
of SCIENCE!
TWAIN! TESLA!
AMERICA:
You cannot spell “action & adventure” without
T & T
!!!As told by Messers Fraction & Sanders, Kansas City, Missouri
and published by Image Comics, Berkeley, CA.AT LONG LAST
SCIENCE FOR THE COMMON MAN
SCIENCE FOR THE WORKING MAN
SCIENCE FOR EVERY MAN!
Fear it! Feel it!THE FIVE FISTS
of SCIENCE!
Do you dare
READ IT?•
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