sally field's bottom in stay hungry (let us wank) enough to bring back the dead blogs from the grave

NEVER VISIT CHARLIE PARKER IS A GUN SLINGER

IT IS A HUGE PILE O SHIT OF A SITE IT IS SO DISGUSTING IT DISGUSTS ITSELF, CONTINUALLY MASTURBATES AND PLAYS ITSELF TO KINGDOM'S BOLLOCKS SAVE YOUR SOULS AND DONT GO TO THAT AWFUL DOGPILE OF DOGCRAP IF YOU DONT WANT TO HAVE YOUR BRAIN SNATCHED AND MELTED INTO GOO

long live the opposite of oppositeness

one must always speak but undermine the speakability of speech simultaneously, one must destroy that which destroys, and then construct that which which constructs, in other words, one must destroy, im very fond of the opposites of opposites because they provide worthful heartbeats, thus mediocre idiots like agent smith or doberboots call nihilist anything that enjoys in this elevated heartbeat rate that i believe the opposites of opposites to be, the speech is best off when it unspeeches itself, thus at its best when it places its writing onto somewhere else as if it can't really be arsed, that is when it is at its best i must say, but when it advocates for a seriousness of speech of the great man author then it's back to fucking capitalist shithead notions of private intellectual property and thats like yuk no thank you, if one thus moves in the opposite of opposites direction, common sense my big brown scottish arse, one is writing worthwhile writing, thus therefore i can write a story that conisists of a story that consists of storyboard that consists of a scriptgirl a fit one not an uglyass shit one no a fit one and then finally the story consists of a story, which in and of itself consists of a sty which means it consists of a pig sty thus therefore we wind up winding along that and this until then we discover that yes actually in fact the story has a story which has a story too, which reminds me of the last time i visited mars and talked to venus venus was pissed off coz it'd been raped by pluto the planet not the dog the rape had consisted in pluto sending one of its protuberations to venus as a meteorite as revenge for venus having cooked him a very bad dinner the night before they broke up and the meteorite happened to hit the planet venus just when venus was shitting so in fact pluto actually arse raped venus which is pretty ungentlemanly at least more messy and less gentlemanly than actually raping her throu the proper end its stuff not even todd solondz could undertake anyway as i was saying the last time i saw a banana peel i did with it what it deserved it deserved what it got therefore i did with it what it got which is like two negatives that make a positive now technically the got comes before the did so the got is no longer subject to the did so it really doesnt depend on what i wanted to do to it but rather on what the got wanted the did to do to it in other words the got got the did to do something to the got, thus therefore from that we can deduce that the results always dominate the causes so all those lunatics 'philosophers' that have always advocated terrorist hypothesese like causality are wrong absolutely wrong.

my first novel: the adventures of the space bar in cybersexyphallopoststructural outer/inner outinner space/spuce/spice/spunch/spuke/splook

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fuck that

to celebrate i suddenly remembered my password, or typed it in more like it, i'll paste some chris rea lyrics and fuck intepallactical property rights cuz property be robbery. anyways, what a great album shamrock diaries be.


I was born and raised on steel riverI see it all like it was yesterdayThe ships and bridges they were all deliveredFrom Sydney harbour to the Cisco bayAnd I met my love down on steel riverWe served our dreams and spent our childhood daysIn rainy streets we'd kiss away the shiversAnd hide from fear inside the latest crazeDancing to MotownMaking love with Carole King record playingAnd oh how I loved youSay goodbye steel riverTen thousand bombers hit the steel riverAnd many died to keep her running freeAnd she survived but now she's gone foreverHer burning heart is just a memoryAnd I ran away from life on steel riverLuck or not I gladly took the breakThe odds were low the chances nearly zeroA chance it was I had to takeSay goodbye steel riverThey say that salmon swim in steel riverThey say it's good to see them back againI know it hurts to see what really happenedI know one salmon ain't no good to themThey were born and raised to serve their steel motherIt was they taught and all they ever knewAnd they believed that she would keep their childrenEven though not a single word was trueSay goodbye steel river











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on paper they be much worse than in munchik, not the only lyrics to do so. dylan's look like toilet paper...

oops

realised i'm closer to being a socialist than to being a neo-liberal, coz of all the calvinism, mechanization and productivity in the latter, freudian repression, ayn randian militarism, anti thoreauian and anti emersonian aspects of the latter, and naturally the sicko consumerist thing.

prize for the sentence of the day

...and indeed a message for all those 'neo-liberals' and their mysterious predilection for, among other things, consumerism...

''Individualism is encouraged - be yourself, be a leader not a follower, do your own thing, be an original, blah blah blah - while conformity is shoved down our throats from the day we are born. Be popular, peer pressure, don't make a scene, behave yourself, be nice, fit in, keep up with the Joneses, get ahead, no "i" in "team", love thy neighbor, settle down, grow up, act right, be cool, follow trends, what's hot & what's not, celebrity worship, don't ask questions, respect authority, follow blindly, you're nothing if you don't eat this or wear that or worship here or live there or work at this or drive in that.''

quoted from what seems to be a damn fine reading list at amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/guides/guide-display/-/1BLO6E1RP0N1R/ref=cm_bg_dp_m_1/102-5248682-2821767

second part of imdb review

the foreigner, amos poe

Harlow and others are out on a watch for him, and every now and then we see our fit detective show worry about the inevitable turn of events, the destiny that would beat anything by Racine.
we visit the united nations and the twin towers in anything but a postcard style view, from the sky and from below. weird and magnificient.
the detective is a broad named Harlow surely in homage to some noir character, though i cannot remember exactly which one.
the final sequence of the chase beats those of gone in 60 secs, or bullit, or potemkin or anything for that matter, in sheer greatness.
The running into some doll on the street, who asks him for a cigarette is perhaps one of the most beautiful moments ever in cinema.
let alone the woman who locks him in her apartment.
seeing Menace drunk in a pub beats anything by silly Scorcese. seeing him get beat up too.
the musical numbers are fascinating, indeed the movie elevates filmmaking to the heights of music, taking an improvisatory crazy nature that has usually been forbidden to film, stuck in silly identification as it is.
his death at the bay strikes one as tragic and memorably beautiful. the whole thing is an emblem of what cinema could have been, instead of the one-directional, one-dimensional, silly, plot-induced, conversation-pinned, causality-respecting, mimesis of the majority, pinned in by democracy, soulless, imprisonned classical mode it has become, returned. made in 1978, an apocalyptic year in many respects; star wars, for instance.
the final sequence of the chase beats anything by an eisenstein or a depalma, and leaves in ridicule anything by coppola in the stupid godfather trilogy.
Menace is chased by a mysterious car, that is. The chase is the best one in the history of the cinema. throu the streets of NY, it's not the car that sticks to Menace, but rather Menace who sticks to the car. a radical shattering of the silly traditional wolf/red riding hood scenario.
harlow and the punks are nowhere to be seen, and yet their entry in the end, too late to save him if that's what they wanted to do, is sheerly breathtaking.
the movie is 101 minutes long, and not 77 minutes long as it says here in imdb.
The final image, with Menace lying on the bars of an NY bay and the Statue of Liberty in the distance, and the boat floating into the camera, is riveting!