November 2011
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Print Giveaway!
Anything to own one of Ms Bifano’s prints!
bifanoland:
Holy poop! I’m almost at 10,000 followers, so to celebrate I want to give away some nice lil’ 8 x 10 prints!
My 10,000th follower will get three prints of their choice, and one print each will go to three randomly chosen people who reblog this post.
I’ll email the winners as soon as I hit 10,000!
Yea! Prints!
October 2011
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Song I made years ago. Has words but I can’t...
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positive monster concept
I was absolutely fascinated the other day, when I was watching Sesame Street with my godson, and it occurred to me that they’re very free with the use of the word ‘monster’. Now, words are meant to be used in a number of different ways, and the crazier you get the more refreshing - provided you possess the mastery. Is there wrong usage of words? I believe yes, but clever breaking...
September 2011
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parents say
Now that Lilith, she was hot stuff. She had her own philosophy, her own thing. When Adam bumbled her way she rode him like a horse. She had opinions. She had career goals.
So they got rid of her and made a sap out of her boyfriend’s ribs.
‘Oh, this girl,’ they said, ‘she’s not got the right stuff. She isn’t marriage material.’
And look what happened.
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“Mr Rice gazed at her. He was a heavy lumbering man, with so flat a face that it...”
– Mr Pye by Mervyn Peake
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August 2011
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musical tangent
Youtube is great. It gives me great musical tangents to follow, rabbit hole style. Sleepless, happy, depressed, and generally fucked up, I remembered my chiptunes love Bit Shifter. Here’s how it went:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f44V2Hsy2ls
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySU84st6irY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLdkuhxgd4o&feature=related
...
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peanuts at 2am
It’s a bit nasty, waking up disoriented at 2am. That sort of shit does happen when you’ve stayed up for two nights, though. Also, getting doped on cetrizine doesn’t help.
It’s awfully quiet. There’s no one around. I don’t feel like calling anyone up at this hour. There is a horrible blankness to 2am. There are so many damned songs about this hour.
Charlie...
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ramadan
Ramadan mubarak, they say with crescent eyes. Happy Ramadan to you too.
It is a spiritual time, this Ramadan. It is a time of coming closer to God through acts of restraint, of triumph of spirit over flesh. It is a time of compassion, where we are meant to understand the plight of our fellow human beings. It is detox, body and soul.
The bearded man understood this, yet when the small foreign man...
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circle square circle
I don’t trust the man with the well groomed face. His teeth are too square, far too square. His cut’s too square. His build’s too square. His wristwatch is too square. In this shimmering heat, he is immaculate.
Does this man hiccup? Does he blink? I wonder how it’s possible to sidle with your eyes. There isn’t a trace of nostril hair growth. His chin is smooth as a...
July 2011
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nakasthelhun: light years →
veboo:
husen picks at his eyes after waking up, recalling the night before when he had had a massive fight with his ex-best friend baghir, regarding his disbelief in warp drives.
in the meantime the folmols defeated the prognots in a bloody 9 year war that resulted in several illegitimate folnot/progmol…
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10 animated flicks i would make my children watch
Off the top of my head:
My Neighbour Totoro - for its breadth of imagination, the sure hand with which it makes the everyday sublime, warm storytelling, willingness to deal with difficult subject matter, wonderful flight scenes, and a friggin’ cat bus.
Wind in the Willows - for the soft telling, the soft art, the song, and for Mr. Toad.
Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind - for the strong...
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June 2011
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May 2011
2 posts
Things to Keep
hearlaurroar:
Keep your thoughts positive because your thoughts become your words.
Keep your words positive because your words become your actions.
Keep your actions positive because your actions become your habits.
Keep your habits positive because your habits become your lifestyle.
Keep your lifestyle positive because your lifestyle becomes your destiny.
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settling for less
Do you do it? Do you realise you’re doing it? I have for some time now. Games, films, cartoons, comics. Do I always have to settle for less or are my expectations too high?
Hollywood’s churning out generic affair after generic affair, with only the odd winners sprinkled among the shite. Comics are usually inconsistent and uneven, with only a few greats who turn in a great read on a...
April 2011
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it's still not better
The pain is still unbearable.
Have a chocolate digestive.
Okay.
Well?
The pain is still unbearable. It still feels like a hot knife twisting in my chest. I still feel cheated. I still think it should’ve been me. I still struggle to believe this is what’s best. I still can’t say what I want to say. I still can’t celebrate the best of times.
What about catharsis?
...
February 2011
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fates hiccup
The philosophically stunted girl waded through life wearing nothing but her clothes. The smoky cloaks everyone else wore to cover their naked selves weren’t meant for her.
She would gaze longingly at passersby on the street as she sat by the window at work, watching people interact. Their philosophies would flare and spark, or they would cower and shrivel. Some even changed colours, adopting...
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grey men blues
The grey men slide the worms down their throats in unison. One of them smacks their mouth and the others immediately throw glances of consternation at him. The deviant is shamed. The rest tut and shake their heads in time. In the flickering blue light of their screens, their features are cast in a play of deep shadow and brightness.
The grey men turn back to their work. They are pepped. They have...
January 2011
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making a resolution
There was a point to today. It got lost in the clatter of teeth and the clink of coin. I stirred my life, never guessing that the resulting current would trap me. The todays brown and fall as yesterdays while tomorrow’s buds smell of sameness, a sameness that gets its texture rubbed away by un-concerns. Colour leaks. I sway and fall, a today turned yesterday. I see myself sprouting anew and...
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infection
The 45th second is always the worst. The yellow comes then, clinging desperately to your throat. You rake, you retch and still it clings. Pepper tea solves this problem. Not peppermint. Pepper. It burns. It tickles the unassuming bastards, making them into goo which flows. Spit it out, the disease, and then wipe your mouth. Your lungs are still flooded but you’ll clear it out, one mouthful...
always something bigger
The bumblebee coloured water gathers into drops, until the leaf bends with the weight. The membrane quivers and tears. The water falls.
Below waits a mouth with crooked teeth, and a whack-a-mole tongue. The throat brims with bumblebee coloured water.
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circus
They try to paint the sky yellow. Moustached men climb tall ladders that sway at the suggestion of a breeze. They totter at the top, wondering how the earth can drop away in that pyramidal trick of perspective.
The moustached men were all trained as artists. They hold their paintbrushes as if they are about to create a masterpiece. They’ll be lucky if they manage to smear the same...
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big man returns
A big man comes to seize the world by its shoulders and rattle it to the core. He steps into a crush of safari-suited muscle, and allows himself to be swept away. He has returned. He holds up one sepia hand to the four-colour sky. He is not a noticer of things. There is a comforting buzz inside his head. He hides inside it often, nestling against the frayed textures of the countless yeses. As he...