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Tuesday, February 28, 2006
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Anonymous
said...
This is what I'm afraid to find under the hood of my car, or it's a depraved amusement park from the future where people-movers defy gravity, or it's a reflection in a window or a memory of all of the above. The space keeps oscillating between near and very far for me. I am confused! I love that! There somehow is entry for the viewer into the dark tangle, which is necessary.
Hmmm...how to put my feelings for this into words:
I'm thinking, "The Matrix" meets Legos. And not the good Matrix; Matrix: Revolutions.
I feel like I'm in a raucous stadium, and I hear the sound of the crowd. I have a guide--Virgil, perhaps?--leading me through the stadium so that I can get a better view of the action. He takes me through catacombs, and all the while I'm hoping that whatever event I'm being led to will blow me away.
But when Virgil finally draws back the curtains, I realize that there's no great sporting event in the stadium, unless sucking hard is a sporting event.
'Pat is the only one of my friends who
is an 18th-century roue. Despite what
people say about Pat's lack of "life-
skills", what he really lacks is "dying-
with-dignity" skills; instead he opts
for the "drink oneself to near-death
and then resolve to turn over a new
leaf with a transparent lack of
commitment" skill set. Pat is
surprisingly intelligent given the
prolific amount of booze and drugs he
has taken over his life. Which is to
say, he is mildly retarded. I have
known Pat for fourteen years, and at
the beginning he would play the
vicious, intolerant bigot to my
verminiferous Gollum. Now, he plays the
vicious, intolerant bigot to my
vicious, intolerant bigot. I'm amazed
we've stayed friends despite our
multiple attempts to derail that
friendship. By the way, Pat will die of
Hodgkin's disease.' --Bobcat, 2004
4 comments:
This is what I'm afraid to find under the hood of my car, or it's a depraved amusement park from the future where people-movers defy gravity, or it's a reflection in a window or a memory of all of the above. The space keeps oscillating between near and very far for me. I am confused! I love that! There somehow is entry for the viewer into the dark tangle, which is necessary.
Hmmm...how to put my feelings for this into words:
I'm thinking, "The Matrix" meets Legos. And not the good Matrix; Matrix: Revolutions.
I feel like I'm in a raucous stadium, and I hear the sound of the crowd. I have a guide--Virgil, perhaps?--leading me through the stadium so that I can get a better view of the action. He takes me through catacombs, and all the while I'm hoping that whatever event I'm being led to will blow me away.
But when Virgil finally draws back the curtains, I realize that there's no great sporting event in the stadium, unless sucking hard is a sporting event.
And honestly, I should have known, because when I look closely at
Virgil, he turns out not to be the great Roman poet, but rather
href="http://massmullets.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictur
es/tedvirgilandre.jpeg">the
constantly-losing bodyguard of Ted Dibiase, the Million Dollar Man.
the link doesn't work. I think you mistyped it!
Bring me Ted DiBiase!
Here's the link:
http://massmullets.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/tedvirgilandre.jpeg
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