Originally Posted by kinnikpasswordforgetter

someday someone in my towne is going to finde my postes and identify me as the author.

a mob will abduct me and they will burne me on the bonfire on the 12th of july.

they will rejoice at my screames and the cops will turn a blind eye and pretend not to notice. they will conspire with the towne clerks to vanish any trace of my birth or doings from official recordes.

they will awaken the next day refreshed and cleansed of the filth, goode christian volk and sellout liberal pomo agnostic scum collaborating as always.

but they will find that all the addes and posteres displayede aboute the townlande shall slowly come to bear my image.

they will eate but the foode will reappear in the packets from whence it came. no matter how muche they eate it will always reappear outside their stomachs as if it were never touchede by their personnes in the first place.

they will turne in desperatione to televisual boxes, wirelesses and broadbande connexxiones, only to finde all communications cut off. replacede with the sighte or sounde of harsh buzzing static that seemes to whisper my voice and frome the righte angle containe my cruelly smiling face. the screens will sear white light as if matter itself where leaving this realme, some strange extraction of the basic elementes of realitye.

theye will run to escape the lande but all roades will lead back from whence they came. their cars will crash wildly or follow obscure roads that lead to nowhere. dead ends and circular trails that defy all knowne laws of physics.

they will cower in their houses and churches as my blasphemous voice appears inside their minds, mocking and taunting. it's noise shall overbeare them until their own thoughtes have no silence against whiche to contraste.

the skye will turne black and strange lightes shall gleam and glisten from impossible sources. their flesh will twiste and shrivel and their throates shall gaspe in agony.

nighte will fall and the dead sun will never rise again.

Originally Posted by knox

Avril Lavigne quotes:

“People are like, 'Well, she doesn't know the Sex Pistols.' Why would I know that stuff? Look how young I am. That stuff's old, right?”

Originally Posted by demonrail666

"I created Punk for this day and age. Do you see Britney walking around wearing ties and singing punk? Hell no. That's what I do. I'm like a Sid Vicious for a new generation."

Bless

Originally Posted by kinnikpasswordforgetter

this is a pretty horrendous example of how fucked up things were for the reagan youth

the whole 50's in the 80's aesthetic, grease for pre teens, it eventually overwhelms and causes a temporal breakdown that leads to the climatic scene tunneling through a vortex filled with melted dali clocks. as if there was some excess the film couldn't incorporate. as if it was covering over some gaping trauma.

compare that to 4.00 onwards





'the president himself has personally asked barbie and the rockers to play at the opening of a brand new wing at cape canaveral space centre.'







'your dad has to finish the test rockets he's building. he's part of the future now. but you know what? i have a hunch we're going to see each other again... whenever you get lonely or sad you just hold onto that, and i'll be thinking of you.'







The Space Shuttle Challenger disaster occurred on Tuesday, January 28, 1986, when Space Shuttle Challenger broke apart 73 seconds into its flight, leading to the deaths of its seven crew members. The spacecraft disintegrated over the Atlantic Ocean, off the coast of central Florida, United States, at 11:38 am EST (16:38 UTC).







Many viewed the launch live because of the presence on the crew of Christa McAuliffe, the first member of the Teacher in Space Project. Media coverage of the accident was extensive: one study reported that 85 percent of Americans surveyed had heard the news within an hour of the accident



hauntology

Originally Posted by knox

When I was a child my mother bought me a Barbie film in which she was a rockstar. I liked it for two weeks. It was kind of like Avril Lavigne's music, but better.

Originally Posted by kinnikpasswordforgetter

the minefield of inarticulacy that is your sentence compliments the poverty of your 'humour'.