The scandal intensifies…
The scandal intensifies…
Original animations based on true life experiences so scandalous, so SIZZLING, that I don’t dare tell them yet.
Quick update of some ghost sounds with the 49-key midi and all the rest, check it out.
This one is for the fans.
Tulsa. City of Rust. City of Torpor. When Neil Gaiman made his comics, why couldn’t Rust and Torpor be eternals? Only because they didn’t begin with “D” in our specific language. But I kid, they really are fun comic books.
Tulsa. City of Arcadia. But WARNING! You must be warned that innocence is no longer available. This is important to note. You can recreate the conditions of youth, and pump your veins full of lab juice and young people blood. In this manner you may become virtually immune to the aging process. However, what you cannot become immune to is the experience process. Observe those who are adults with the minds of children. Why do they not possess a child’s innocence? Simply because innocence is inherently tied to the inherently transitory nature of existence. With this tragic understanding, the only real purpose of anti-aging techniques is to get a better blood flow to your junks. And there’s certainly little purpose to go to Tulsa! Ah, but at least we have Dreams.
Flip and Dip you a new one- I’m on outta here. https://archive.org/search.php?query=creator%3A%22Harper%20Hair%22&sort=-publicdate
Harper Hair brings you a gripping stroll. Stalking reality from the cyber perch, just in time for Mardi Gras and in the dark night after Valentines Day, which I pretend means nothing to me- but actually means only the pathetic grimness that masks the ill in an armor of dork. Just in time. From New Orleans, at Mardi Gras, I give you… Kansas City. The stroll we took a hundred times and more. The people that lived near there. Dave was near there. That one chick that Clayton liked was near there. The times. The good coffees at Hi Hat, with the super sane and good baristas who refreshed one after the malodorous environment of Broadway Coffee. We do not regret giving them the money, in spite of our cheapness. They were doing the good work.
The asymmetrical layout of New Orleans, which bends and twists with the river, creates little dark corners from which the sneak-butt gangsters of our days can do their dirty little tricks in hiding. In KC, the decay is more pure, more free of human beings- more right. It’s a sanitized ruination for your home computer. Get on line and stalk the places you can’t go, perhaps don’t want to. Weep with remembrance- be a stupid ham. Try it. I’m certain I’ll never physically be there again- not in this universe time scale anyway? What is sentience! Go on digital strolls, and see if you can find the other secret streets. Actually, it’s the tragedy of knowing that so many people don’t even know the fulfillment of simply walking in physical outside space, the secret hugeness of this human tragedy, that really gets you off. Oh yeah. Disco Duck. Try your luck and don’t be a cluck. Popular kid in school. Wasted.
We’re called the flipper-trippers. And we’re legendary.
Would you like the latest culture scoop? Information that you could pay some shitty ad exec 80,000 big ones for. Well I’ll tell you. Gay people are the new black people. Gay culture is the big frontier of exploitation. This does not mean that black people are out, however, as they have now gained instant retro appeal on the marketplace. Oh wow. Is this great info.
So, Harper. Why would you give it for free? They say. Well. The truth is that this is good news for the cultural currency of the arts. Many great artists were I guess gay, probably because they had to hide their true feelings all the time and so that forced them to do art just to be real people. This is the tragic truth behind the art we enjoy, and actually I’m sure glad to not be those weird and suffering people! But the key is that both arts and gays have been, together, so lumped into “other” that now they’ve gained mad interest on their cultural currency. Look for cool kids who are artists that don’t do art, are retro black and want to insinuate they might gay.
What is “hipster”? It is the horrid and hysterical awakening from the glass-eyed dream of covetous animal sensation. It is the primal shriek against being forced into the world of recognition. “Hipster” is a final protest against outer cold. And sometimes, “hipster” is not being afraid to let the world see your “little sizzler”.
Yeah, it’s really all about the “sizzler” part.