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CAT POWER > SRLY WHO WOULDN'T *** THAT
BUENA VISTA > LORIMAR TV > BOB SAGET > WWIII
TACO BELL > DEMOLITION MAN > THE FUTURE > SHAME
JOHN DENVER > LEAVING ON A JET PLANE > ...
CAT POWER > SRLY WHO WOULDN'T *** THAT
BUENA VISTA > LORIMAR TV > BOB SAGET > WWIII
TACO BELL > DEMOLITION MAN > THE FUTURE > SHAME
JOHN DENVER > LEAVING ON A JET PLANE > ...
Posted by husk at 9:00 AM 0 complaints
Labels: VAGUE ARBORESCENCE
husk: does it still itch?
jk: meh.
jk: hold on, scratching...
husk: I KNEW ITZ
husk: so now that you know the way his love is, do you understand?
jk: i stand under
jk: a "bottom boy" as it were
husk: still is
husk: the love is like being caught in a public restroom with other men
jk: or with james lipton
husk: "I WAS JUST LOOKING FOR MY PANTS -- AND THIS FELLOW WAS HELPING ME"
husk: Lipton makes the best Iced Tea, hands down
jk: i prefer taking the nestea plunge
husk: blasphemy
husk: no doubt about it, Nestea was the Iced Tea king of the 80s
husk: but that's no longer the case
jk: i'm ateaist
husk: and I will take great insults if you deny this
husk: that made no sense
jk: some kings ascend into divinity
jk: i'm just throwing that out there
husk: i can't top that
jk: the rule stands: if you have to revise your retort more than 3 times, you're probably trying to hard
jk: oh shi.
husk: if only you knew
husk: I was looking for the name of that WB show that ends with "ty"
husk: it's this show about a girl doing stuff
jk: felicity
jk: ?
husk: yes
jk: now your ISP knows how gay you are
husk: some assholes descend into Felicity
husk: now my ISP knows what my love is
jk: assholes decend into decent girls all the time
jk: it really eats my hoagie
husk: crude but true
jk: crude, rude and totally lewd
husk: NVR FRGT
jk: nvr fggt
Posted by husk at 8:32 AM 1 complaints
Labels: IM CONVOS
Dried ginger in the desk, dried jars of shoreline, dried hearts of microcosms, dried nodoze in the desk.
Dried-up faith ushers movement, out west, out to the rock, the isolated altar, the breakers weathering and ushering the lost eyes singing lost blues.
Dried craniums opened to Miracle-Grow, sew the newts' eyes shut, we're broadcasting clearly now.
Posted by rada at 8:33 PM 3 complaints
My gay friend says "dude, that's gay" -- in response I say "dude, that's hetero" but it doesn't pack quite the same punch. When was the last time you drank virgin punch? Have you ever punched a virgin? Sub-plots are unresolved (never will be). Is homeboy listening to gay disco?.That makes you. That's what you.
Posted by husk at 10:14 AM 0 complaints
From BEER (August 30th 2007), posted without permission:
Damn, I really dig the hell out of that Le Soir splash vid loop. the oil pump. It's really cool. I wish I could have that thing going about fifteen feet tall, me sitting in a lawn chair in front of it.
I will blog. I'm not feeling to inspired on the vague front, When i found out it was vague (I had to compare things to some samples I got from THE GOVERNMENT) my shit went down the tubes like a heavy one.
Just drove some precious 13 year old cargo home from michigan..cargo representing four families...my boy wired in his mp3 player and we sang beatles tunes all the way home...the folks at the toll booths loved that shit...the cargo all agreed that THE OLD SHIT ROCKED HARDER THAN THRIRD EYE BLIND.
Posted by husk at 6:53 AM 1 complaints
Labels: Rejections of BEER
EQUIVOCAL'S 100TH POST
Posted by husk at 6:48 PM 2 complaints
Labels: METROID (FAMICOM)
husk: i guess it's a sign of power when you can make a fist with your cock
husk: or a sign of syphilis
troll: is god a man or woman? he's both
troll: is god black or white? he's both
husk: what does that have to do with cockfist ?
troll: does god love all children? yes he does
husk: lol! COCKFIST
troll: is god michael jackson?
husk: what
Posted by husk at 11:24 AM 0 complaints
Labels: IM CONVOS
A leftover from upstate. Believed to be crafted from old trapped air.
A vendor sells helado, with various flavors: mango, pina colada, pineapple, cherry, lemon and rainbow. The rainbow is actually red, yellow and orange. ROY…..gimme some ROY. Outside this vendor, across the avenue, sat the dilapidation of a diluted society. Some called it a sancutuary for seekers of spiritual bliss, culling the vigor and fortitude found inside all. The tests leading down paths to the consummated “enlightenment” were seen by many as outside their own realm of rationality. Life for many was already too difficult, getting by daily or weekly with their lives. FORTIS IN ARDUIS. Hardly. Such endeavors were best kept by the builders of society and were not seen as important to those outside of this devout division of humanity. (it is somewhat ironic that many of your so called secular truths in founding the United States lie atop men of such lost spiritual power) Unbeknownst to their youths, their legacy of chosen ignorance and denial, the workers bowed to that unknown, turned away and toiled: vendors selling helado.
For a while, (as long as there was consciousness?) members of this organization continued in the world. Their effect on societies and communities throughout the world cannot even be estimated, nor remotely measured. The ignorance of the rest of populations rendered such calculations irrelevant. Notwithstanding any degree of uncertainty, it seems that such an enigmatic influence in recent times has been rendered moot. Traditional abandonment is unobtrusively detailed through condemned banquet halls and private properties abandoned within the past twenty years or so. While the digital age and the Internet have made organizations go completely into cyberspace, it isn’t without a tinge of doubt that any semblance of ancient rites have ceased, whose legacy can be traceless.
Matchless beauty in such a “secret society” in the parlance of our time, the ability for brothers to worship more easily in a free land offered such chapters to spread across the land of America. Remnants of the leaders of men in older Eurasian traditions, the ideology left to the devices of the “melting pot” or, more recently, the “tossed salad” have been convoluted in the various media’s imagination throughout the century. The truth of the enigmatic influences and where they have led such societies in the broader scope of local provincials remains just the unknown knowledge to be craved for future consumption. Perhaps it is the free-market that has destroyed any semblance of the need for secret brotherhoods. We still want the architects of society to be symbolized in the pyramid, the third-eye, yet it might merely by our own traditions that create such fantasies.
Posted by rada at 10:22 AM 1 complaints
Labels: found-media
CUSTODIAN SUPER TRUTH | THE DOOR THAT CAME / SEASON FINALE | What lies before us? Ten different sets of stairs leading in ten different directions. Different ups and downs. A first in the ever-tedious spontaneous pick series. In the late 90s, movie studios were confused by the Internet; there was no Internet-ergonomy. It can be seen on movie posters of that era (the http's, the index.html's). The researchers all agree; a valid point nobody could ever argue. Since that time, nostalgia has been linked to symptoms of various cramps (or a lack thereof). It was expected / Failure's just another token in the machine. To which state have you been elevated to now that you've learned the truth (B.Nein)? The flow may be eroding the riverbed. The erosion may in turn result in increased outflow, more than can be replenished by rain or snowmelt, according to a study by a group of Canadian coastal engineers and none will be the wiser. C.T.U or D / You elevate abandoning/accepting that there were no passages below. At at at at at at.
Posted by husk at 8:02 AM 0 complaints
Labels: the door that came
FOUNDED ON NOTHING! (down with lectures, praise to anarchy!)
-a student call to arms, after receiving a C on a meaningless paper on the subject of "Psychology of Baseball."
break
Limbo, the common ground for street dwellers.
Patrons of the rabies-afflicted absinthe drinker, the gutter arts were the prime suspect of many a young man’s dementia.
Dreary afternoon, a cab pulls up and let’s off a junkie, the former CFO of the Surdna Foundation, betrayed on moral grounds by his former associates of SG CIB and Deutsche Bank. All names erased from the records of corporate member rosters. Queue the untold stories of a Central Park homeless man, high-class hobo reality TV.
Dead seagulls on the avenue, slight grimace from the patron of a corner café, dealt a blow to one’s apathetic American dome. The dome, in many psychologists’ professional opinions stems from latent after-effects of a country administered with “Cold War Psychosis.”
Posted by rada at 8:28 PM 1 complaints
Labels: found-media
fittis: i love night TV
husk: i love his mustache
fittis: i love YOUR mustache
husk: who doesn't
fittis: well i dunno
fittis: i just fuckin love it
Posted by husk at 4:58 PM 0 complaints
Labels: IM CONVOS
Sölvbacka strömmar, precis vid dammluckan. Regnig kväll. Simmade glatt tillbaka.
"harr, Thyma´llus thyma´llus, art i familjen laxfiskar. Den finns i sötvatten, framför allt rinnande, i n. och ö. Europa. Den är allmän i n. Sverige och förekommer lokalt i södra. Den kan bli ca 70 cm lång. Den höga och långa ryggfenan skiljer den från andra svenska laxfiskar. Den luktar svagt som timjan. Sidorna är silvergrå med violett skimmer." - Nationalencyklopedin
Posted by Everysortoffilth at 4:40 PM 1 complaints
BOB BARKER > TWISTER > RELIGIOUS EXTREMISTS > SPICE WORLD
FRITO-LAY > WHAM! > OUT GAMES > ANTI-CONSUMERISM
ANDY WARHOL > DURAN DURAN > METROID > LOST HIGHWAY SOUNDTRACK
DECEPTICONS > JARED FOGLE > LEGO STAR WARS > TRANS FAT
Posted by husk at 8:51 AM 0 complaints
Labels: VAGUE ARBORESCENCE
Skogsväsen fångad i ytterst hemlig liten pöl, 70 mil norrut. Avelshingsten simmar lyckligt vidare.
"rödingar, Salveli´nus, släkte laxfiskar med 15-20 arter i kalla vatten i norra holarktiska regionen. De skiljs från lax och öring genom att ha ljusa fläckar på mörk botten i st.f. tvärtom och gombenet tandbesatt endast framtill." - Nationalencyklopedin
Posted by Everysortoffilth at 11:56 AM 1 complaints
Heed a warning, only you can savor a moment (forest fire). "Knowing what you know now, would you still do Britney Spears ...if you could, that is?" Now more than ever. It's the long gap of possibilities between a not so innocent cheerleader and a rampant rehab diva that confuses many, but to me the latter is considerably more appealing. Take not for granted an opportunity to learn something, and learn I would.
Posted by husk at 5:06 AM 0 complaints
Labels: equivocal in duotone
“it's like i crave confusion from every aspect of life.”
Piece from the Mizcene from the Art Museum inside the Railroad Museum outside the Architectural Design Exhibition. Edit is a practice in brevity-editing.
Huxley's review of J. H. Whitehouse's Ruskin Addresses, which appeared in the September 5, 1919 Athenæum, does not so much evaluate these Ruskin texts of the editor's treatment of them as give Huxley an occasion to provide his own estimate of Ruskin, whose political economics and defence of the Pre-Raphaelites he praises but whose effect on British architecture he despises. Huxley ___________ a child of ____ time in this _______, and time and taste have passed him by, _____________ believed in the 1920s, scholars, critics, and laymen now increasingly s__ ______ ______ forms of Gothic Revival architecture as major ________ Ruskin as one of the ____ art thinkers of the age. Now __________________________________________________________________________ Ruskin's emphases on lush design have come to seem increasingly essential to a humane form of building.
Huxley apparently doesn't know much about either Ruskin's work on architecture or his actual complex, often contradictory influence upon art and design, ____________ — Seven Lamps of Architecture, The Stones of Venice, and "Traffic" — had three major effects — popularize gothic revival style, encourage functionalism in architecture, and encourage revival or development of local vernacular architecture from Hungary to New Mexico. Huxley only mentions the first and simplifies the nature of a complex movement. Furthernmore, ___________________ Ruskin's relation to the Gothic Revival:
Since around 2003 homes have become less interesting every day. Builders seem to have just lost their touch on reality. Everyone wants an original home! Yet, everywhere we go and every new neighborhood we look at, the houses tend to look the same. Isn’t that odd! The originality of architects has gone out of the window. Maybe it’s because America itself is increasingly becoming boring. Not a lot of people dare to think out of the box anymore at all. Or maybe it’s the costs of these new houses. What happened was realty hit a boom and the prices of houses increased and increased until it became no longer feasible for people to buy them. Now most of Americans can’t even afford to build their own original house. Maybe that will change soon or it may not. Overall, this may end in a few years as soon as marketing prices go down but the bland architecture may continue for a long time to come.
Instead of laughing at the botched architecture, he reacts with sadness at the result of these attempts at artistic beauty that lack skill, taste, and quality materials.
Posted by rada at 6:40 PM 0 complaints
Labels: found-media
From BEER (August 10th 2007), posted without permission:
Here,
As to my eletism. yeah. Im lost in a world of errors, 14 of them, all run producing. BUT IM NOT GOING TO RESCUE THE FUCKS WITH OUR ACE.
NICE OLD DICKSUCKERS, look likes my friends and I at a reunion to see Genesis...peter gabriel wasn't there so WE JUST SUCKED COCK AND KISSED. Lots of scabbed up legions on our hips ,elbows, knees that we excused as chaffing but were really from sliding into second when we were 14. Hard to let go of those competitive badges so we've all been picking them fo years and using them as pathetic proofs to collect money at the off ramps. funny how we all ended up doing the same shit AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.
THE COCK WAS GOOD BUT THE PILLOWS SMELLED LIKE GERIARTRIC HEAD
Dont beg me for blogs or I'll come to Canada and New York and piss in your graham cracker boxes while your doing the dishes and pondering the vacant lot OUTSIDE YOUR FUCKING WINDOW.
there's more
WHERE'S THE FUCKING CURSOR YOU BLACK TITLEAKS??
Posted by husk at 10:14 AM 0 complaints
Labels: Rejections of BEER
+++ cmp #$83 bne + ; move until Y coord = $83 inc ObjAction,x
+ jmp ShowElevatorElevatorScroll:
lda ScrollY bne ElevScrollRoom ; scroll until ScrollY = 0
lda #$4E lda #$41 sta AnimIndex
lda #$5D
sta AnimResetIndex,x lda #$50sta AnimIndex,x
inc ObjAction,x
lda #$40
sta Timer
jmp ShowElevator
ElevScrollRoom:
lda $030F,x bpl + ; branch if elevator going down jsr ScrollUp jmp ShowElevator jsr ScrollDown
jmp ShowElevator
LD8A3: inc ObjAction,x
Posted by husk at 5:35 PM 0 complaints
Labels: METROID (FAMICOM)
THE TREES REQUIRE TIME TO GROW
WHERE'S THE CURSOR, TAPPING ON MY KIDNEYS?
MAY CAUSE LEAKAGE, THAT'S GOOD TO KNOW
I CAN'T FIND MY KEYS
THIS IS MY FAVORITE ONE SO FAR
I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS ONE
OHGIMMESOMEBEER FROM A GAY BAR
PAINFULLY INSERTED ALBEIT FUN
Posted by husk at 12:36 PM 0 complaints
Labels: POETRY IN NULL
Rapeseed, in a technologically decadent world.
Proxies on false-colored eyelashes, ultraviolet frequencies
Orange juice bottle eye-glasses
Drum key rosaries
Blouse, untied, magnetic bulls eye, trough, warm plain on the back.
Fish-ears gone sour, dead faced-fish head gone gourmet.
Round picnic table on the courts of concrete, disapproval of the funds allotted for flagship species.
Posted by rada at 8:53 PM 0 complaints
DREARY LOCAL WEATHER FORECASTS & OTHER SUCH THINGS ON THE ROAD AHEAD WHICH I WOULD BE INCLINED TO BELIEVE WERE IT NOT FOR YEARS AND YEARS OF COUNTLESS HALF-TRUTHS | You'll see, next up, it'll be the drastic cliffhanger-ish season finale, but for the moment it's nothing but a repeat performance of the usual minor intrigues (and other such things on the road ahead which I would be inclined to believe were it not for years and years of countless expired calendars). We're way past the self-inquiries here, the reflections and wonderings that are distractions between choices carefully planted to confuse and delay any potential progress therein. This is the eight choice / This is the ninth. One single pause for a successful two-in-one. Better late than never... How many safe strategies have you ever put aside for a single shot at the impossible? Five.
Posted by husk at 8:11 AM 0 complaints
Labels: the door that came
Further 1930s Micky Mouse suicide attempts here
Posted by husk at 11:32 AM 0 complaints
Labels: vague links
As if on cue. He who serves you well deserves the proper acknowledgement in return. I have dreams of department store souvenirs (and all the collegues I never got to see naked) -- it is at that time that I started to listen. Now look at me. Les derniers seront les premiers ; they're obviously on some kind of kayak.
Posted by husk at 7:26 AM 0 complaints
Labels: equivocal in duotone