exactly.

you went off on an estrogen tangent for pointing out the dude's cuticles. the whole point IS WAS AND IS ONLY the cuticles. end. ldskfjsldkfj

p.s. did you just pop a kid out? if so, trim your cuticles!

that ugly bitch only posts half pictures and shitty lit out unclear pictures. fuck her.

did you grow another vagina? it's the cuticles that I'm posting about-in CAPITAL LETTERS-how did you miss that?

no way-that one should be kept as is. a new one, whatever, but yeah... alot of folks come and gone on there.

I like how the one bit of the baby showing in the picture is out of focus.

This is my friend's newborn/insane weirdo newborn pictures. You know, if you're gonna be doing a photoshoot all up-close and personal, TRIM YOUR CUTICLES.

girlfriends that look like lesbian cousins

dufinutlie?

I grow kittens.

haven't been able to get enough witch haus for the past few weeks -- thought I'd share.

You need to be submerged into this genre slowly, one link at a time.
Balam Acab - see birds
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNvrOiQZP-0

Massive Attack esque.

Thoughts? I think it's amazing.

It's been made twice, once in the 70s for TV (not a bad version) and once in the 90s with Leonard Nimoy (very bad version).



A marvellous film - can't see how Alien ripped it off tho. Alien ripped off a really bad 50s b-movie tho - the Alien people got sued and lost.
I also recommend 'Fantastic Planet' from about the same time - possibly the single wierdest movie ever.
http://uk.imdb.com/title/tt0070544/

And if you can find it, No Blade of Grass for a really downbeat apocalypse
http://uk.imdb.com/title/tt0066154/

But if you want really cheesy 70s sci-fi try 'The Final Programme' - hilarious hippy sci-fi whackiness. With lots of nudity, as was the fashion then.

http://uk.imdb.com/title/tt0070289/

Book-wise, I enjoyed Peter F Hamilton's The Reality Dysfuction and it's sequels immensely.

wow, five years of forgettable nonsense and drivel.

congrats, you giant humming turd.

"the fly and the window"

I woke some time around noon or later
made the descent down the stairs
and into the kitchen
and as I sat there, through the shutters crept the sun
so true and fierce as it slapped across my face
like the palms of a thousand women
it was garbage day and the scent had conquered the air
and in the kitchen a fly was doing figure eights
eight
sixteen
twenty-four
and as I sat there as calm as a lake
that fly would rush like a river
sometimes it would bend past my ear
and I’d hear it quiver
and if I sat there for some time
I’d hear the thud as it bounced into the marlboro walls
sensing its madness as it believed
the painful lie of the window
and soon it would lose faith and return
to the kitchen that promised nothing but
delivered on that
and now the kitchen was highway 1
the fly was tearing down the
side of a mountain
a chopper suspended over the grand canyon
and what a life this is, it must have thought
after a childhood spent grubbing in the garbage outside
crawling through shit
through endless shit
yes, the shit business was good
but one does grow weary
and the larval stage of the mind might wonder
about emerald oceans and serpentine valleys
cellophane wings and liberation
from endless shit.
forty-eight
fifty-six
and humans never leave through the window but they get to
glance at it
and their tits sink like cannonballs
and their cocks wilt to the ground like confused orchids
sixty-four
seventy-two
and with the arm of god and his divine scroll
it could end before the bend of an arc
but the fly continued its orbit
and the fly was feeling good and
so was I.

and there were no wrappers telling algore & Bush what to do

also, MTV was carring on a "Water Party" during Katrina in Miami 2005. MTV Music awards 2005.