“There’s a certain moment when you realize that you’ve actually just left the planet for a bit and that nobody can touch you. You’re elevated because you’re with a bunch of guys that want to do the same thing as you. And when it works, baby, you’ve got wings. You know you’ve been somewhere most people will never get, you’ve been to a special place. And then you want to go back and keep landing again, and when you land you get busted. But you always want to go back there. It’s flying without a license.”
That legendary feel.
Yeah, let's. It's time.
Monday, February 7, 2011
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Labels: flymufucka
It said the gal you love is dead
Friday, February 4, 2011
http://passionweiss.com/2011/02/02/the-union-forever-r-i-p-white-stripes-1997-2011/
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Labels: itchy rump
Adreno Hoagie
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Bad Blood, sad freak
Torn up, real quick
Race driver, even higher
Fizzy scope, deep frier
Full-face helmet, shudder in the stands
Rampaging Michael, hot streak brother pram
Normal weirdness, drained old backhand
Fudge gone bleary, croquet firebrand
Vixen a-groovy, freeze-up a-dookie
Going down on Joanne
Flamboyant pudgy, broken arrow rad
Wood shaver sidekick, crack bow gone unplanned
Hair's all ruffled, Bo want a truffle
Lick the melting rubber band
Cross-filter kingdom, creamed through mid-on
Scratch Papa Dodo's back
Burned up barracks, got no saviour hand
IckyThumpThreeHourMatineeShowResultsInTheLamestCasinoBoogieTributeLyrics.
I'm sorry.
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Angry Kettle Mac
Friday, January 28, 2011
'Judge and jury walk out hand in hand
Dietrich movies, close up boogies,
Kissing cunt in Cannes
Grotesque music, million dollar sad'
Million Dollar Sad.
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Labels: Lamp-post eating man
The New Barbarian
Friday, November 26, 2010
Commander Harken: Battle of Serenity Valley took place there, if I recall.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: I believe you might be right.
Harken: Independents suffered a pretty crushing defeat there. Some say that after Serenity the browncoats were through, the war ended in that valley.
Reynolds: Hmm.
Harken: Seems odd you'd name your ship after a battle you were on the wrong side of.
Reynolds: May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.
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Labels: Take me out to the black and tell them I ain't comin' back
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Tuesday, November 16, 2010

"After a race in which Michael Schumacher was almost decapitated and Sebastian Vettel became Germany’s second Formula One world champion you could almost picture the headlines: ‘The king is dead. Long live the king’."
That is what The Telegraph UK had to say.
Just you wait haters, just you wait.
I'm waiting as well.
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Labels: before they make me run
A New King's Born Today
Monday, November 15, 2010

OK, he was coronated yesterday. My bad.
What a season. WHAT. A. FUCKING. SEASON. It would be fair to say that in a season where four people were potentially in with a shot at the title in the last race, any one of them would've been a worthy champion. NOT ALONSO I SAY. But that's just me. I don't like his face, or indeed, anything else that has endeared him to some turncoats who rooted for him after having been dedicated(this stands to reason now) Schumacher loyalists at one point.
Speaking of Schumacher loyalists. I still am one ('HAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH', I can hear you erupt... dude... don't choke now, drink some water). Yes. It has been a HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA season. It's been humiliating. It's been infuriating. It's been sad. I get that. I totally get that. But isn't that the whole point of being faithful to something?(Ooooh, heavy shit). I am not going to drop the 'doubt is a part of all religions' bomb (oh wait, I just did) but yes, that might be what I'm getting at. Here's to irrationally and stupidly hoping(and of course, praying) Schumi-Brawn get it right next year. And shut those fuckers up.
Sebastian Vettel, you are THE MACHA. Despite all that negative stupid press claptrap shadowing him ('His racecraft needs honing', 'He can only win from pole', 'He wins because he is RBR's darling', etc) throughout. Even Martin Whitmarsh dismissed him as a 'crash kid'. Thank you for giving me something to cheer about, something to take back from this monumentally crappy second half of the year. Much love to Luscious Liz and Randy Mandy. Multiple World Champion, FOSHO.
Red Bull for the way they went about it. Though their 'giving both drivers an equal shot' approach was criticized, they were vindicated at Yas Marina. It's scary imagining what would have happened if they had switched Vettel and Webber back in Brazil. I'll tell you what would have happened. Tamil in Persian script would have happened. The reason Ferrari ended up playing gillli-danda with their strategy is because they kept thinking of their man's position in relation to Webber(who had a bad weekend overall). They got jacked, big time. They should have paid more attention to finishing fourth, instead of trying to second-guess Webber and his pit-calls.
Special mention to Lewis Hamilton, Jenson Button and Mark Webber for having played their part. Even people like Kubica and Rosberg who quietly went about showing the world that they are potential champions-in-waiting who were handicapped by a stale vada of a car. Kobayashi for being the living, crashing and rampaging Gult movie on track at all times. Branson and Fernandes for acting like retards (with their bet) and Branson for being a (likeable) retard by honouring it. Vitaly Petrov! What badassery! It's deliciously ironic how Renault ended up thwarting the championship hopes of their ex-soanpaapdi. AAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Alonso. Campion-del-Mundo failure GAHAHAHAHAHHA.
And isn't it poetic that Schumacher(albeit indirectly and extremely stupidly and embarrassingly) had a role to play in denying Alonso and the Scuderia the Championship? If he hadn't spun there and if Liuzzi's car hadn't ended up intercoursing the MGP W01, there would have been no safety car period. If that hadn't happened, Petrov and Rosberg wouldn't have pitted so early in the race. Petrov wouldn't have been in front of Alonso for over 30 laps as a result. Kubica wouldn't have been able to pit and retain track position ahead of Alonso. Alonso would have managed fourth.
Vettel would not have been world champion.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Alonso and HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH Ferrari.
And Old Man, don't turn in your dentures just yet. We've got work to do.
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Labels: can't won't don't stop
Oh Carol
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Don't let him steal your heart away
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Labels: I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day
And what else had I not expected?
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Look at what I stumbled upon today.
It's wayyy too dhinchak for me to say I like it more than the original, but...
WHAT A CORNELL.
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Labels: whole lotta surprises
Moment of Silence
Sunday, September 5, 2010
For Shoya Tomizawa, much loved in the MotoGP paddock.
And 13-year-old Peter Lenz who lost his life at the Indianapolis support race last week.
Misano, 5th September, 2010.
RIP, Shoya.
'Anything that happens before or after... is just waiting.'
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Labels: it's just a crash away
