So is my wife's work friend!

Featuring the It Follows Dancers.

He's what you get when the die slips during Sam Worthington fabrication.

Well, roughly half of it does.

Inevitable, almost.

On the one hand, I can't imagine anybody would want to see this.
On the other, given GdT's involvement, I can't imagine anybody will have the chance to.

The anonymity of high density urban living is the blank mask that allows us to be who we are.

I find myself uncomfortably supporting the theses of a lot of Ballard's works.

What does it say about me that I would, and actually want to, move into this building and live that life? Beside the fact that being unhappily middle-aged and living resentfully in the suburbs leads one to have dark dreams of freedom.

Why do I keep thinking it's the other Crash? It's never the other Crash.

Al Haig was such a piece of shit. I still remember his power grab when Reagan got shot. That guy was a total creep.

At the risk of sounding didactic, do the dummies over at The Federalist, and other dummies who throw the word fascist at anyone they disagree with, know what fascism really is? Fascism is a real, albeit abhorrent, political system that puts an enormous emphasis on the role of state violence, militarism and empire…

Tell that to Johnny Stompanato.

Clearly.

I would lie down in a darkened room until that feeling passes. This looks really dire.

Hai Kanata.

With strong notes of marijuana and hot dog water.

They probably made that by returning the cans and bottles from craft services.

I have to imagine it smells like someone getting both high and gassy in an overheated pet shop.

Yorkshire Spratt-Spratt
The New Spratt, or possibly The Spratt Girl