March 04, 2017

Neil Kulkarni, Eight.

'Mass memory' is some bullshit, isn't it?

Posted by dean at 12:13 AM

February 09, 2017

Jonathan Hickman, Nineteen.

'What's an origin, but a story? What's my story, but a lie? We all love our stories, don't we?'

Posted by dean at 10:13 PM

February 01, 2017

Jonathan Hickman, Eighteen.

'It's reality displacement. They're attacking the tangible world with language. Understand?'

Posted by dean at 09:50 PM

January 19, 2017

Jonathan Hickman, Seventeen.

The nothing space of destroyed universes.

Posted by dean at 10:17 PM

January 06, 2017

Jonathan Hickman, Sixteen.

'I'm repeating myself now because there's less of me.'

Posted by dean at 09:28 PM

December 28, 2016

Neal Adams.

An artist's style is everything they do wrong.

Posted by dean at 10:38 PM

December 20, 2016

Jonathan Hickman, Fifteen.

'I suppose fate is simply the external manifestation of our character's established limitations.'

Posted by dean at 09:07 PM

December 13, 2016

Neil Kulkarni, Seven.

When, in modern discourse, we refer to the ongoing 'narrative', 'prevalent', 'dominant' or otherwise, we really mean 'bullshit', don't we? The prevailing ongoing bullshit. The dominant bullshit. The widespread shared bullshit.

Posted by dean at 09:48 PM

December 09, 2016

Charlie Brooker, One.

I reckon that's enough social media for one millennium.

Posted by dean at 11:14 PM

December 08, 2016

James Dean Bradfield, One.

It's a snapshot of a definite period in time. A lot of people think that the qualifications of a 'classic' rock record has got to be that it transcends its time. Well, I disagree. I think that sometimes a classic record is a snapshot of its time. It doesn't transcend the ensuing years, it just stamps that place and time, and that's what The Holy Bible does.

Posted by dean at 11:21 PM

November 25, 2016

Carter U.S.M. : "Travis".

I'm not a racist, but I am
I served my time in Vietnam
I've got three jobs, this is one
Sometimes I wish that I'd kept my gun
This country's going down the tubes
I can't afford to pay my dues
Unless you've got some sponsorship
For Christ's sake, buddy,

Don't get sick
Don't grow old
Don't be poor
Do what you're told

Are you from Europe?
Well, so am I
I came here in 1955
Half-American, half-asleep
Some day, a rain will come
And wash the streets
The CIA, the KGB
It's all the same conspiracy
The whole damn country's on the skids
You better tell your kids,

Don't get sick
Don't grow old
Don't be poor or underprivileged
Do exactly what you're told

Keep the meter running
Until we reach our destination
The Grim Reaper isn't coming
He's been otherwise detained
With Apocalypse practice
And his other occupation
Behind the wheel of his taxi-cab
That's driving me insane

They took 4,000 headers on a bus ride
Left 'em dribbling at the seaside
Where the sun would keep them warm
Give a guy a uniform
They live out on the freeway now
They're waiting 'till your car breaks down
Don't take the American dream to bed
One of these days you'll wake up dead.

Posted by dean at 09:12 PM

November 19, 2016

Eddie Pepitone, Two.

Boy: 'Mommy what does "trending" mean on Twitter?'

Mommy: 'It's people who don't have original thoughts chime in on something insignificant.'

Posted by dean at 09:13 PM