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You are a gostak rasking your shamtag (which is lelloed). You have pelled from the bewl at here, the delcot of tondam, to distim the doshes, but the doshery lutt is crenned with glauds. You reb some gitches friking in the hoggam, but, oddly, no duscats glake here. You also reb a tophthed curple, a gomway, and a samilen.
“Maybe the creep was that guy who thought you were a shill for a virtual reality video game [ARG].”
CORRECTED:
Maybe?! The creep WAS that guy who thought you were a shill for a virtual reality video game! [ARG].
“For a while I was satisfied by the belief that @bretellis was working on a script based on you-”
Question 1: “WHERE IS THAT MOVIE?”
Answer: Nowhere. Not to be confused with “now here”. We mean no-where, nada, zip, zilch, zero, red light, no good/no bueno, Permanent Hiatus. Spells were cast, cones of energy were raised, curses hurled, and Astral Favors called in, lunches cancelled, and parades rained upon, and ‘The Golden Herbicides’ project has been red-lighted.
Question 2: Must we wait forever?
Answer: Yes. Forever.
“I hope no movie studio decides it’s a great romantic story, Shakespearean and ripe for the screen.”
I saw the man with binoculars looking at the mallard with one eye on the girl in the car that needed water who saw that gas can explode. We saw her duck.
Watching them come and go
The templars and the saracens
They’re traveling the holy land
Opening telegrams oh ho
Torture comes and torture goes
Knights who’d give you anything
They bear the cross of coeur de lion
Salvation for the mirror blind oh ho
But if you pray all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayers they break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
Thinking of a different time
Palestine a modern problem
Bounty and your wealth in land
Terror in a best laid plan oh ho
Watching them come and go
Tomorrows and the yesterdays
Christians and the unbelievers
Hanging by the cross and nail oh ho
But if you pray all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear oh ho
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayer will break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
You pray till the break of Dawn.
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And you’ll believe you’re loving the alien
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
Believeing the strangest things (loving the alien)
“Imagine an artwork that is not labelled or contextualized in any way and is not located within a designated art space. It just exists. If we happen to be in its way we become implicated; we become part of an event. To an extent we must respond to this event, we must embrace it or ignore it. To embrace it requires a significant degree of commitment to something with no obvious rewards other than ‘an experience’. If you were to encounter such an artwork, would you choose to engage?”
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September 26, 2015 at 9:02 am
November 24, 2015 at 1:23 pm
Allright, maybe there weren’t thousands, a-and maybe they weren’t even Muslims, but somebody was sure whooping it up out New Jersey way on 9/11…
In the interest of “Fair & Balanced” media, we present this commentary by Bohemian Grove member Bob Weir:
December 18, 2015 at 9:31 pm
WHERE MY COUNTRY GONE?
December 19, 2015 at 9:25 pm
Q: “WHERE MY COUNTRY GONE?”
A: Why, behind The Wall, of course!
December 22, 2015 at 10:23 pm
December 26, 2015 at 6:41 pm
You are a gostak rasking your shamtag (which is lelloed). You have pelled from the bewl at here, the delcot of tondam, to distim the doshes, but the doshery lutt is crenned with glauds. You reb some gitches friking in the hoggam, but, oddly, no duscats glake here. You also reb a tophthed curple, a gomway, and a samilen.
December 24, 2015 at 11:41 pm
You people need to stop all this conspiracy talk right now, before We are forced to take action!
Can’t you just relax and enjoy the Holiday festivities like NORMAL people??
December 1, 2015 at 3:47 pm
https://www.instagram.com/p/-uioAoBcbM/?taken-by=arnoldfriend6
http://english.palazzoesposizioni.it/categorie/bjarne-melgaard
https://www.mottodistribution.com/site/?p=31949
December 2, 2015 at 2:39 am
“Maybe the creepiest thing I did was to contact that guy who thought you were a shill for a virtual reality video game…”
CORRECTED:
Maybe the creep was that guy who thought you were a shill for a virtual reality video game [ARG].
December 2, 2015 at 12:26 pm
Do you want Fries with that?
December 3, 2015 at 3:27 pm
“Maybe the creep was that guy who thought you were a shill for a virtual reality video game [ARG].”
CORRECTED:
Maybe?! The creep WAS that guy who thought you were a shill for a virtual reality video game! [ARG].
“For a while I was satisfied by the belief that @bretellis was working on a script based on you-”
Question 1: “WHERE IS THAT MOVIE?”
Answer: Nowhere. Not to be confused with “now here”. We mean no-where, nada, zip, zilch, zero, red light, no good/no bueno, Permanent Hiatus. Spells were cast, cones of energy were raised, curses hurled, and Astral Favors called in, lunches cancelled, and parades rained upon, and ‘The Golden Herbicides’ project has been red-lighted.
Question 2: Must we wait forever?
Answer: Yes. Forever.
“I hope no movie studio decides it’s a great romantic story, Shakespearean and ripe for the screen.”
“It’s just sad.”
~Joel Achenbach
December 14, 2015 at 7:00 pm
Beware the Snark!
December 16, 2015 at 6:17 pm
December 2, 2015 at 4:56 am
January 1, 2016 at 7:59 pm
Traveling very fast…
No time to say good-bye…
There are no dogs here…
January 8, 2016 at 11:14 am
Flying planes can be dangerous…
Book stays in London…
Ship sails at dawn…
January 8, 2016 at 2:47 pm
I saw the man with binoculars looking at the mallard with one eye on the girl in the car that needed water who saw that gas can explode. We saw her duck.
January 11, 2016 at 11:08 am
Watching them come and go
The templars and the saracens
They’re traveling the holy land
Opening telegrams oh ho
Torture comes and torture goes
Knights who’d give you anything
They bear the cross of coeur de lion
Salvation for the mirror blind oh ho
But if you pray all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayers they break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
Thinking of a different time
Palestine a modern problem
Bounty and your wealth in land
Terror in a best laid plan oh ho
Watching them come and go
Tomorrows and the yesterdays
Christians and the unbelievers
Hanging by the cross and nail oh ho
But if you pray all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear oh ho
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayer will break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
You pray till the break of Dawn.
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And you’ll believe you’re loving the alien
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
Believeing the strangest things (loving the alien)
January 11, 2016 at 1:17 pm
January 14, 2016 at 1:21 pm
January 14, 2016 at 2:37 pm
“Imagine an artwork that is not labelled or contextualized in any way and is not located within a designated art space. It just exists. If we happen to be in its way we become implicated; we become part of an event. To an extent we must respond to this event, we must embrace it or ignore it. To embrace it requires a significant degree of commitment to something with no obvious rewards other than ‘an experience’. If you were to encounter such an artwork, would you choose to engage?”
December 3, 2015 at 12:00 pm
NOW…
December 17, 2015 at 7:12 pm
December 23, 2015 at 4:13 pm
San Sebastian gamblers never cheat nor lie
They know good fences make good neighbors