Saw her open for Lorde a few moths ago (she’s the reason we went), and she was really good live! Had great energy, the timbre of her voice was great as always, and she played (most of) her best songs. I liked that she closed with My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars.

Not sure of their distribution, but any of you in PA and surrounding: look for Jack’s dry-hopped cider. Very dry, only 5g carbs. I love it in summer.

It’s like that Black Mirror episode with the bees y’all are fucctt

He is Axe body spray come to life.

May his heart (literally) grow three sizes today!

GIMME BACK MY SON

Maybe don’t the ball into the rough, you clucks!

My favorite Onyeabor track

Prob only came in third because her twohead is so small tbh

no

“On behalf of the patriarcy”

For some reaon the past 16 months the word “cock-boy” rings through my mind when I read these stories. What up with that?

She was on Rogan’s podcast a few months ago if anyone is interested.

Hmm, so this story is pointless without more info. Do they have a shitty agent that festival organizers worked over? Is the agent sexist? Still not sure how negotiating expertise or lack thereof necessarily equals sexism . . .

Starring because I can’t tell if joking or not . . .

Too smart for itself. As in: self-indulgent creative onanism to the point of absurdity or obscure inanity.

Yeah, it was hot trash. This website in particular got me soooo hyped. The wife and I woke on Saturday morning: Rotten Tomato critics —94%, viewers—74%

Agreed. Too smart by half. Complete lack of tension. Too much reliance on Charlie’s tongue-clicking sound. Dismally executed plot. 

I’d say the soundtrack nailed the atmosphere of dread. Without that, we have two hours of still shots of interesting rooms. Like an Upside-Down Wes Anderson or some shit.

This movie was a bucket of deuce-flavored dicks.