just 8 minutes too late to announce the birth of a new age on its real birth date.
if anything, this might be absolutely definitely supercalifragisexy wesentlich zur verbreitung von antville.
i am very happy (i guess all the four of us are) and we'll certainly keep you informed. whatcha say.
vienna.
molochronik: grafimente (via henso).
rameses! colossus!
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on those lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. – Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ozymandias of Egypt".
The stars speak of man's insignificance in the long eternity of time; the desert speaks of his insignificance right now. – Edwin Way Teale.
two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the universe or we are not. both are equally terrifying. – arthur c. clarke.
moloko – live in amsterdam. (contains the spectacular scene where the divine roisin murphy first plucks the petals from a bunch of roses to scatter these on herself and then furiously smashes the flowers on the stage.) via videos.antville.org.
do you remember the way we danced? i wish i could forget it. Said I'd give you the one last chance I wish I never said it. – moloko, "come on".
go daddy, Recall VeriSign!
HARRY STEPHEN KEELER (via Jump Cut).
"Keeler created, and was seemingly the sole practitioner of, a genre he called the 'webwork novel'. This is a story in which diverse characters and events are connected by a strings of wholly implausible coincidences. That's interesting because, well, you're not supposed to do that. Most Western literature avoids coincidences. The author is permitted a single unlikely premise, and then everything is supposed to follow inevitably from that. Keeler's stories are coincidence porn. Coincidence is very much the raison d'etre."