All youse, here comes the day of Rockening…!
I may actually make the effort to watch Eurovision this year… If only because I hope the Finnish entry:
Lordi!
kill, rape, then eat the ass-flesh of the UK one:
Daz Sampson
You know things just aren’t the same anymore when the Finnish are required to “bring it” to the Eurovision Song Contest…
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As well as being the quickest quick-draw in the world, Latigo Flint is one of the best damn prose writers I’ve seen in ages. His ability to create a completely consistent world and see it to a thoughtful or funny conclusion in a super-short space of words is something I aspire to and envy, and I would love to know exactly what his working process is. It reads like it’s effortless, but his website gives very little personal information away, so it’s difficult to tell if he’s just spurting this stuff out in a moment of orgiastic literary excitement, or really refining and retooling it.
Anyway, go read, ya low-slung sumbitches.
Because I feel the man-love for Joshua Ellis, whose site pointed me at this list.
And because I am really struggling to get it together to sit down and write anything actually original for this site at the moment.
And because I love movies and books, and the Guardian said these were the top 50 book-to-movie adaptations ever made, and because I don’t jump on these web-trends that often, and it’s early days for this one, so I don’t feel that guilty about doing it now…
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I am going to live to be very old.
Every girl I have talked to tonight has been super cute and taken, I have ended up in a club of my youth, all the girls are gorgeous and 14, and I have proved incapable of saving my housemate from himself. Also, the magic of technology means I am sending this when I could be dancing.
It’s a glorious day, aside from the coughing. Anya’s playing with other dogs in the sun, the clouds in the sky are clearly half-arsed afterthoughts, and I have Lemon Jelly in my ears. Not raspberry jam. That’s Kieron’s bag.
Okay, so I’m wearing too many clothes again, the house is still doorless, and I’m still feeling plooky. But still, my mind is on fire with ideas, I HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY to do things like shed brain onto the internet from “the outside” and I am so damn pretty.
So why so angry?
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My house has no front door.
My house has no front door, my meats and brain-juice are all fucked up with something that is going round, and everybody hates me, but for all the wrong reasons!!
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