Lenko Boutique is coo, check it out if you're in the 3000.

...but in slow motion, like a movie - the sun goes down, the city gets darker and all I can see is the red Lamborghini and all I can hear is my own even, steady panting.

I'VE DISCOVERED SOMETHING AMAZING!

This guy...



that video is pretty old but this new one reminded me of how awesome this guy is...


<3

SHARP

stolen from the satorialist

What is with birds at this hour of the morning, and why the fuck don't I own a gun!?!?!?!

Aaaargh I'm so busy! Aaaargh university is hell... Aaaargh etc etc etc.
Mostly too busy to post/too guilty to post because I'm meant to be studying sooooo here's some things in brief to think about/ check out...

A) Hazel Dooney's artworks. Why? Because they're pretty! She does awesome post-punk_almost_pop, kind_of_looks_like_digital_but_totally_not because it was painted by her sweet_delicate_awesome_questionably_lesbian_woman_hands. She, like her artworks, is sincerely smoking. Here are some pictures for fun......
*I kind of have a crush on her.

















(From her Cowboy Babes series)













She does amazing watercolour drawings also. <3
(From the Venus in Hell series)

She also has a blog: http://www.hazeldooney.blogspot.com/ read it if you care to.

B) Dorothy Porter's novel The Monkey's Mask. Why? Because I would be reading it now if I had the free time? yeeah, I guess its not exactly a good idea to suggest something you haven't actually read yet but this book looks so cool, its been sitting in my pile for ages and I'm itching to read it, its written totally in verse and apparently it has all the good stuff... murder, humour, sex etc. and it was an international best seller or something.


C) I was going to mention some movie that I've seen that was good but the only movie I watched recently was called Bad Taste, it's a Peter Jackson movie from the 80's. Its p awesome in its violence and obscurity soooo if you like that sort of thing check it out. It's set in New Zealand (I think) and its about aliens that are going to use humans as meat for some intergalactic fast food chain then some guys called "the boys" come along and kill them all. There are explosions and one guy has a chainsaw and dives through a roof with it down into an alien and out the other side saying "I've been reborn". Neat.


That's it.

hello. I've had no Internet for the past week hence the lack of posting. BUT it was worth it, now I can dl at 1.8MB a second - and you know what that means!

SUMMER, BEACHES, AND BOYS BOYS BOYS

So I'm writing this to you from my iPhone at the beach, waves are literally crashing behind me and the sun is warming my winter white back. This is great. On that note, here's a short list of things I have that I think you're probably going to want this summer:

1. A fucking convertible - it's the best, unless it's 40 out and you're a bald man.
   
2. An iPhone - best thing I ever got locked into a two year contract for :D
3. Live in a coastal city - Perth is pretty lame until summer rolls in and you suddenly remember the cities appeal.
4. Awesome friends that surprise you by taking you to one of your favorite bars to see a sweet band you've never heard of;

Which takes me to my next point... Boys Boys Boys - saw them last night, highly approve. 10 points for the entirely appropriate homoerotic lyrics and for the three hot as sin front women with sweet choreographed dance moves. Their music is pretty awesome too. Pick up an x-press and find out when they're playing next because you don't want to miss them, they're fresh like when snowman first hit the scene and quirky like oki oki before they did nothing with their sound.
Now, theres a trio of pigeons approaching a pack of seagulls and I'm pretty sure theres going to be some sort of beach scene like at the end of Warriors, only with birds. I don't want to miss this, I'm out.

Also here's a picture of the band.

OH, BUT PEOPLE LOOK WELL IN THE DARK...

...Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac cars
and the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain, as they stand disarrayed
oh, but people look well in the dark

And if you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never...

Velvet Underground, After Hours

<3

This hat is sweeeet.

For there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.

Beckett, Three Novels.

WRAP YOUR LIPS AROUND THIS..

Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations) . . . tennis . . . the stones . . . so calm . . . Cunard . . . unfinished . . .

Samuel Beckett. Character: Lucky. Waiting for Godot.

Such an awesome monologue, try to say it out loud really quickly. It's fun.

GUNS DON'T KILL PEOPLE... LAZERS DO

Fuuuuck yeah, I haven't heard such a wholesome album like this since The Return of Dr. Octagon. (that could be subject to change) my point is its a pretty pro album and I give it 7.5 broken-daggarin-dicks out of 10.

S.S. FANTASTIC

FLY LO

<3

INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS

This movie is pretty much too good for words, I finished watching it and wanted to go straight back into the theater to watch it again. I give it 4.5 Nazi scalps out of 5. See it. Now.







This guy was awesome.

SKINNY BLONDE

THIS
IS
AWESOME.

Basically as you're drinking your beer the girl on the front strips!
The bikini she is wearing disappears as you drink the beer, kind of like those shirts that change colour when you wear them, as the beer bottle warms up, the clothes come off. Very cool. Very Australian, the Vines drummer and some other guys came up with it. Bad news is that you can only get it on the East coast so far.

"All the generations of mortal man add up to nothing!
Show me the man whose happiness was anything more than illusion.
Followed by dissillusion."

-Sophocles

CHASE NO FACE

I fucking love this cat!

http://chasenoface.blogspot.com/

get on it. I live for that blog.

ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE HIP HOP'S PERMANENT ANNIHILATION

compliments of Joe (:

OM NOM NOM NOM

Who's hungry? I am... If only there were a food rich in nutrients that was fresh and juicy straight from the mothers womb that wasn't a baby... whats that you say?? there is?!... of course! the succulent satchel of nourishment know as the placenta. Until recently such an amiable delicacy has been hard to come by, unless of course you or your partner had just given birth to one. Today I was browsing through news articles and happened to land upon one about the recent "underground" placenta trade which isn't at all really underground, more like out in the open in a Chinese hospital near you. For the shoppers convenience, a hot, fresh placenta can be delivered straight to your hands in a discrete, black, blood soaked bag for just under US$39.99! What a bargain! Now the only question is, how do you like it? rare? medium-rare? perhaps with a hint of spice?

Also, in case the topic comes up with friends the term for the practice of eating placenta is known as placentophagia.

Bon Apetit!

PS. this is gross.

TRUTH AND LIES

"Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object." - Camus.

THE REPUBLIC

So last night I thought I would check out the republic since I somehow got affiliated on facebook and continue to get invitations to their new and wonderful glittery parties promising good times and good music. Upon arriving I was sorely made aware of the reality of the situation, if I'm planning to have a fresh fine vigorously frisky night of dancing and all round goodness, its not going to happen here in the greasy semen caked janus of the night club scene. Male strip club by day turned hipster dive bar by night (late night) it takes a special kind of person to slip into ease in such a dubious environment. If the glowing plastic male torsos hanging subtly on the walls don't get you, perhaps the weird hunchback and red Indian statue/shrine/memorial thing barely a meter from your head to the left of the bar will catch you off guard. Then again, while the idea of navigating through strip poles with images of all the manor of sweat soaked taught male ass that has been grinding up and down them incessantly for years compounding layer upon layer of salty juices swimming in your head while they play the same music they played only hours earlier to these skimpy clad icons and their amorous audience of god only knows what odious and shady types that leaked from the cracks in the pavement, dark corners, or the trap door, might be your thing, it is however, not mine. I set up shop in one of the booths towards the back of the room to relax with my shitty tasting vodka concoction and surveyed the mass of twitching scenesters before me. I don't really want to go into detail all I can say is I know a few people shaking their head right now thinking they warned me. How foolish I was to have expectations of anything but an utter mess. The bar tender was 50 and had long hair topped with a cowboy hat, I SAW A TRANNY IN A NECK BRACE, people were touching, nay, swinging! around the poles with glimmers of glee in their eyes behind their trendy haircut. My departure was swift and upon arriving home I insisted my compadres and I strip, hose, and delouse before entering the house, the evening leaving me feeling quite disheveled. But, if that's your thing, thats cool, at least its happening in a discrete part of town.

THE BLOG

So, I've decided to try the whole blog thing again since I'm on holidays (too much time on my hands) and I like to think that what I have to say might be of some modicum of interest to another. However, I'm not really bothered if this never reaches the eyes of anyone other than myself and probably my mum - whom, for some one of her generation, has a remarkable skill for e-stalking the shit out of me. I am aware that most of the things I bring up in this blog that don't involve what I had to eat that day have probably popped up in some other far more cutting-edge blog weeks if not years prior to mine so please try to avoid reiterating this to me (it hurts). Thusly so, I like to think that my blog is for those of a like minded demeanor; a sort of head in the clouds, not too concerned with anything kind of indifference with life that has worked well enough for me for as long as I can remember - which unfortunately is not an exceptionally long period of time due to unforeseen circumstances which lead to a mild dose of brain damage, tragic, I'll tell you about it sometime. Until then let's sit pretty and await whatever wonderful things compel me to write next.