Do you make animated shorts?
Hey fellow bubblers…
I’m involved in a little project called FUFF.
If you have a seriously twisted sense of humour and dabble in the animated arts or you’ve always wanted to try it, check out our myspace page—http://www.myspace.com/fufilmfestival—for more info.
We are also on the Facebook, if that’s your sort of thing, where you can keep up on all the latest happenings. Just do …
Proverbial, "Shut the hell up!"
Today I heard the host of a travel show say, “And the rest, as they say, is history.”
Using, cliches is obviously seen by any half-intelligent person as a sign of igorance and laziness. So, to throw in the “as they say” does not act as a disclaimer in my opinion. Does the person who says this think they get a pardon by saying this? This phrase in itself has now become cliche, so that the or…
absolute stream of cun-tiousness
Boom…boom, boom. Tribal, house, eerie beats. Mind lost, groovin’, bumpin’. Progressivley spindling in liquified licorice ropes of thougt that dissovle like cotton candy, sizzling into popping atoms. Canals of turqoise flow a’round purple pyramids that rotate in the retina of the opiate-induced mentale of the bearded lady lying in the freak tent, leaking onto the fabric in black-light pudd…
Wu Tong Clan
Fucked up frenzie—into the wild blue. Kegs of schlock ready for squelching. No weak cunts out here. Just pure and nasty rough riders. Leather chaps and all-just came off the donkey haul, dry mouths and a belly full of balls, ‘some trip ay?’ Says Tong, ‘oh yeah!’ says Wu. They paid for the cowboy trip of a lifetime. Westworld styl-robotic cowboys with faces hiding wired-up computer plate…
Cheers to the Bub
Big thanks to Red Bubble for featuring The Golden Hole! I raise my glass of urine to you!
Hail to Gonzo!
Just caught up with an old college cronie I haven’t spoken to for fifteen years—not due to a spat or discontent or ‘Yo, you screwed my girl!’ or damn, your breath smells. Nah, none-a that shit. Just a coupla old chaps who lost touch and now find themselves on opposite sides of the plante funkin’ it up in their own ways. “You got kids?! Whoa, that’s fucked up! You tellin’ me some chic gave i…
bar banter
Kooks of various types comprise this city bar—those who try to dress avant-garde by coupliing a 70’s plaid jacket with a pair of striped business slacks, thinking a pair of square specs and a frizzed-out do is eccentric.
Others, throwbacks to early nineties, sport wayfarers, beanie pushed back on skull, hoodie-Teddy goes stick-up kid-hosebag in a flannel smacks down young boy in conven…
stupid shit on a slow afternoon
Writing for writing’s sake while ensconsed on a lamb skin sofa in the air-conditioned confines of Southgate shopping/dining precinct. Sassy girls troll the shop windows like crocs in wait, chomping at the bit to buy that croc-skin bag and matching kicks, to get their kicks in the bars and clubs, clubbing through the masses at the festivals, festive and feistly after several cocktails while the…
rednecks
I’m an American expat living in Melbourne Australia. Have been for the past twelve years. Growing up in San Francisco, my friends and I (and my parents for that matter) always thought of middle America as the land of the half-wit. So sorry for anyone reading this from that region. No doubt, if you are on this site, you are an exception to the rule. You are liberated, creative and most cert…
'preesh
hey, to those who took time to comment on ‘A Few More Years…; I really appreaciate the comments. I’ve only just started this bubble thing a couple weeks ago, so to get input straight off the bat makes it worthwhile. Thanks again. I’m actually getting kind of addicted to this damn site now. Jesus, make dinner already. It’s late!