Gods And Spacemen Throughout History

Aliens from a retrocosmos landed on Earth millions of years ago, taking the form of information in order for homo sapien to build it's body in the 21st century. The bioborgs will then return to the alien dimension with reports on contemporary art, international politics and smoking weed.

"So far, so good, so what?" - Armitage Shanks, 2010

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3D Google Earth Steet View by 2O11 Summer Confirmed! Rival company Apple Inc. counter-invented a device to project yourself from somebody else's holographic projection belt combining the interests of social networking and cyber crimes. It was a good alibi to have a projection of yourself seen at a Sting concert, acting out strangulations amongst the throngs of dancing people. This technology also lead to the invention of ghosts.

Portals Into Knowledge

Big Kahuna

Love Letters

A new style for the upcoming decade of time.
Everyone is born gay. Your parents make you straight.
I drive a car.

The name's Bond. Bond Bond.

James Bond has been the subject of interest in the latest exhibition by The Triangle Collective. 'Fuck Face Fetish' takes place inside the Royal Observatory in which paintings of James Bond iterations replace the scientific equipment. When looking through the telescope viewers are greeted by a miniature James Bond (in this case Roger Moore) who re-enacts the opening sequence of the film in which he shoots the camera, or in this case, shoots a miniature ball bearing at the viewer in order to achieve maximum 'License to Kill' artstyles. When leaving the observatory people are then chased by an Aston Martin and assaulted with red paint. The Triangle Collective has really raised the bar with 'Fuck Face Fetish' leaving viewers shaken but not stirred!

Cynicycle

A machine that looks like a pair of tits, a machine that looks like a big ball of hair and shit. Wild!

Dymphna

A nest of lottery tickets, post-it notes, newspaper clippings and various bills. Amongst all of this was the skeleton of some lizard on a piece of red velvet inside a frame. Wasps had begun to make their nest towards the back of the desk drawer.

Teenagers

Mysteries Of The Human Brain

James Franklin MP of Cumberdale, 46 was recently the victim of an ordeal currently unsolved by detectives. Taken hostage at 1330GMT the abducted politician was then given a lobotomy in the back of a van by unknown assailants and at 1620 he was found wandering around a local Walkabout bar with his trousers around his ankles as he drank from a broken bottle containing alcopop liquid material. When attempted to be interviewed he could only reply with his name. It is thought this attack was a vindication based on the recent mesmochain of the great human condition.

Age of Simulation

Reality enhanced. Comedy as documentary, games with more accurate controls, sites that combine your real life with information. The great moulding.

Revenge of a 120 year old

"The individual means nothing. It's the group that counts. The group that can make a difference. The person alone can't do anything without the help of the group. More things are better than one thing, the collection of many." - Moby, 2007

Gravitation

Magnets guide birds, hence the deaths of many birds with the LHC and it's use of large electromagnets.

There She Blows.

Juddernaut

“Casper! Every kind of clothes you wear don't suit, so take 'em off.” laughed the PE teacher. Billy took off his shirt. “But sir, honest. It t'want me!”
“T'want you lad? Get in shower lad before I slug you.” said the PE teacher, booting him up the arse. He turned the kettle on and watching him shower, waiting for it to boil. He licked his pink lips hungrily, like a beast with a horn. He then clicked off the kettle and poured the steaming water over Billy's head.
“Wait til Jud ear bout this!” shouted Billy between sobs.
“He won't ear nowt when his down pit lad. Now stop crying and clear off!” shouted the PE teacher back. A freckled kid with his eyes far apart piped up.
“Shudda made a brew on his fod sir!”
“Shut your gob or you'll be next.” snarled the teacher, picking up the boys bag and hurling it across the room. The kid just stood there, dumbfounded, then starting to squeeze his limp wet cock for comfort.

Billy walked home in the rain and looked up at the sky. “Bleeding rain.” he muttered. He walked past a pile of greasy newspapers used to wrap fish, the stories of the escaped child murderer were plastered on the paper more than the fat was. An old woman's teeth fell out of her mouth and into her cup of tea, splashing her blue kagool. He stepped in a puddle even, perhaps on purpose. On returning home her family all sat around with their eyes glued to the television, eating big plates of bangers and mash with teaspoons.
“Ain't none left for you Billy” said Judd, his thousand yard stare was mesmerizing.
“Mam where's me snap! I ain't 'ad nowt t'eat all bleeding day!” cried Billy.
His Mam nearly dropped a glistening sausage.
“What did you just say lad? I'll clip you around ears with language like that!”
Jud looked over his plate of steaming taters. “Billy lad. Are you some kind of bird nonce? Saw you puttin' todger in an egg.” Everybody laughed and Jud kicked Billy up the arse. Billy stomped off into his room, his tummy rumbling. He checked his tiny pockets to see if he had any change and pulled out an half-penny, not enough for any toffees. "Bleeding hell." he said to himself, wishing he had a bird.

Millenium Parade

We walk through the aisles of motorized automated corpses lying on steel tables. “These are famous celebrities” explains Ray Arthur, head of the plant. “This one here is Lady Gaga." I look down at the naked cyborg body for Gaga and can't help but be amazed at it's lifelesslikedness. But yet, I knew it would be walking around and talking after Lady Gaga suffered from a fatal accident or began dying of a terminal illness for instance. The cyborg replacements waited for the brains to simply be inserted in the skull dome before being activated. This method was thought of as more glamarous than undergoing multiple surgeries to enhance the body with implants like metal bones, hydraulic legs or telescopic eyeballs. In fact people would commit suicide in order to live as a cyborg. I asked Ray what he thought of this. “Often a person can't wait to take some of these bodies for a test drive.” said Ray, smiling. I ask him whether he is a cyborg or not. “Well, that's the point isn't it. The point of the movie Blade Runner. That's why every cyborg is programmed to answer that question straight away. So, no.” I wonder. Have I seen Blade Runner? I begin to watch it on the holographic projection inside my computerized face sheath and carry on with the interview.

Tiger is Heavy

"The polished brass curves were intimidating." - Colm Coss '96

Diseases from Space

Symptoms only seen through the use of infra-red photography.

Side order

Hip new artist Johnny Gloves pulls no punches with his new piece “Statue of Liberty” at the new exhibition held at the National Institute. Upon first entering the building your first impressions might be what a good space it is. This building is six thousand square feet of white walls, art and not much else! Unfazed by the local public outcry, the “Arpeggiator” exhibition has caused controversy yet persevered in the face of sabotage, protests and political pressure. None the less I would have to say the exhibition is a breath of fresh air in the otherwise stale art world.

The hubbub has arisen due to the performance piece performed by Johnny Gloves in which he hanged himself in the centre of the gallery, using several loopholes in the law to go through with it. The much hyped piece had taken months to organize, though after seeing it you can definitely say it has been worth it. The musician, author and performance artist demanded his body to be left to decompose throughout the exhibition, the smell itself would have been a sculpture in any other exhibition. Though seeing it in the flesh, if you excuse the pun, one is overwhelmed with the feeling that this is the future of art.

Not that 'Statue' is the only piece of artwork here. A stencilled portrait of Barack Obama smoking a joint with Bob Marley greets you in the foyer, something cooked up from the three minds of the elusive Carling brothers. A series of black and white photographs of Rebecca Frost's grandma are hung in golden frames around the entire space, memories of days gone by adding a nice balance of reality amongst the detritus of art classes, post-recession, post-9/11, post-misanthropy. This new movement is making big waves across the pond already.

The visitor, over the smell of the rotting artist in the centre of the gallery, may also notice another foul smell weaving in the ether. In the far corner the sculptures of Scottish artist Bruce Clay are responsible. His series of hidden camera videos recording him purposefully stepping into dogshit are displayed on a dozen or so monitors around the central dog shit sculpture, “The Unattainable Bond”, two large panes of glass with a piece of shit squashed between them. Fascinating.

All routes throughout the labyrinth like Arpeggiator exhibition lead back into the central sculpture, 'Statue of Liberty'.The skinny grey body of Gloves is the icon of the end of an era. Or perhaps the start of another? Johnny Gloves had experimented before in corpse play, the video footage of him running across the M6 had gotten him a hefty fine. For Gloves though, this was no worry. The money his body will eventually be sold for will be used to upkeep a new art school he had unveiled at the start of the year to encourage new talent in the new practise of dying.

Black Corridor

2034 – Man living on the moon
2076 - Personalized Teleportation
2024 - Cyborg exoskeleton
2030 - Robotic Endoskeleton
2017 - Augmented Reality inducing contact lenses
2017 - Glasses-less 3D
2028 - Computer Intelligence
2019 -Self driving cars
2020 - Robotic Humanoid Soldiers
2041 - Memory uploading onto computers
2066 - Man landing on the sun
2100 - Faster than light travel
2100 - Time Travel
2022 - Mind reading
2028 - Cure for hunger
2030 - Communication with animals
2050 - Understanding of time
2039 - Genetic modification
2019 - Cure for sleep
2100 - Cure for death
2038 - Holographic objects that work (e.g speakers, power tools)
2053 - Ability to pass through solid matter
2026 - Cure for cancer
2018 - Ability to see beyond visible spectrum of light
2017 - Ability to hear beyond audible range of sound
2032 - Ability to perceive time slower/faster
2060 - Poverty solved
2031 - Atlantic Bridge
2017 – Hydrogen powered cars

Assassination by Disease

Candles that release thermo-activated toxins. Contact lenses coated in uranium. Toiletries tampered with so that the victim is violently assaulted with trembling lips over a short period of time. These methods are often utilised in the field of biological terrorism.

Fungal Infections throughout History

Catoblepas!

Forever Folding Flesh

Millions have been donated into researching possible similarities between machinery and athletes. Particular experiments include inserting sponges into the anal cavity of athletes and then measuring dampness on exposure to various powertool demonstrations. Angle Grinders and Impact Wrenches were found to be the most arousing and interviews carried out with the subjects afterwards showed an increased interest in both construction and demolition sites as possible areas to practise for the upcoming 2012 olympic festival of games. Touching is encouraged.

Saviour

There is an old oil tanker currently in the Pacific ocean that Jacob Donaldson has taken over and used to create a travelling island. The deck of the ship has been transformed into stretches of soil and vegetation. Amongst the grass and the trees move tigers and apes, the only two species Donaldson decided would go onto his boat. In the keel of the ship are various gardens, personally attended to by Jacob Donaldson. Nobody knows how long Donaldson will occupy the boat although his family are currently attempting to rescue him due to his previous history of madness.

Art Festival 2011

Just after dinner time, the first artists took to the field stage. He was a skinny man with a face resembling a skull, he was Conrad Money. The audience of seven hundred or so people sat on the grass and the hard, cracked soil, just waiting to see what would happen. Conrad was ready to face such an atmosphere of hostility. He had a keyboard strapped across his chest which he started to finger a melody with whilst staring down at his own foot. A man with a bandana on his head jeered. Nevertheless, Conrad slowly started to kneel down with his face screwed in a more intense expression of concentration, sweat started to appear on his head. The melody sped up a little while he recorded it onto a usb casette linked up to the 10kw system. He then stopped playing, faced the audience and squeezed the muscles in his face again, turning a deep red. A huge magnifying glass had been rolled out from the left of the stage and now placed in front of Conrad. He was popping all of the blood vessels in his face, small droplets of blood started to appear. They seemed to shine like rubies, gently rolling down like molten gem stones. The keyboard melody meanwhile had slowly gotten louder and louder, nearly deafening everybody. Some people had started shouting silently at Conrad Money who was quivering in concentration. The sound suddenly stopped. Conrad stopped pushing and stood up, smiling. A luxurious voice could be heard. “Conrad Money everybody. Good afternoon everybody!” said Bono before beginning to sing.

As Bono tearfully dedicated his last song to the starving children living on the streets, the crowd wondered how long it would last. A small cloud slowly shrivelled into nothing, then Bono thanked the crowd. A sculpture was now rolled onto the stage, dragged by Conrad Money. The sculpture was made of gold, shimmering slightly in the heat. It was of a famous professional wrestler, posed apparently mid-grapple. The wrestler himself was backstage, cracking at his fingers. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, he had just been told to wrestle with a statue for five minutes. As he was shown behind a curtain by a short usher, he crumpled a bottle of water in his hand. “Hey, toss this in the trash would you?” he said, chucking the folded plastic to another usher. Finally, he got out onto stage and looked at the golden, scale model of him. It was pretty lifelike. But the wrestler was a pro, it didn't put him off. He didn't even care. His hands slapped around the shoulders and he started to try and push and pull at the metal body. The perfectly polished surface of the statue was slowly getting slathered in fingerprints, the real man sweating and straining. Behind him a DJ was scratching out some kind of jazz funk. The wrestler was finding it suprisingly difficult after a minute or so, not needing to pretend any more. Hot metal. Conrad Money was now reading out quotes other Wrestler's had taunted him with for the last twenty years, nearly rapping along with the funk. The DJ's dreadlocks slapped from side to side. A single tear welled up in the Wrestler's eye. The crowd meanwhile were starting to understand, nodding. By the end of the piece the Wrestler had burst into tears after staring into his gold, dead eyes.

His Soul was Captured By Peter Venkman

October is the correct month for ghost tricks, ectophile rampages and witches brew sessions.

Gallery Births

His previous work had involved small scale artistic interventions on people, such as wearing their clothes and following them or setting up a series of elaborate situations so that that person believed they were somebody else. The latest 120 minute electronic delight delivered by Jacob Donaldson involved him taking four different drugs and having sex whilst cosmically ranting. The two hour film was then projected through the windows of random houses whilst the sound was played with 1000 watt speakers. Though there were many complaints about the film, Jacob Donaldson went on to win many awards that year.

Scalene Triangles

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Display

Pioneer Ten bumped against the edge of the curtain and was gently pushed back. "That was close." whispered the stage-hand.

Emotion Shapes

The recent show PRIFKIN curated by Jacob Donaldson had it's opening night last Wednesday and was graced by many of the upper echelons of the creative community. Whilst walked around the conceptual abstractions by Donaldson, one couldn't help but bump into famous faces such as Mirrielle Mellin or David Phyall. Gary Harper commented that the show was “One of the most artistic things he has ever seen.” He then pointed to a overexposed polaroid of Donaldson slaughtering an ape with a handsaw and began to clap. Jacob Donaldson wasn't in attendance that night due to other obligations although he had hired an impersonator of himself to walk around for a few minutes.

Short Arse

Paul Abraham Hewson was the lead singer for a band used as a cultural weapon through subliminal acoustic messages. His 'attack rock' planted common sounds found during public life (such as the low frequency noise that traffic lights play or the notes from telephone ringtones) and wove them into thought strings which culminated in a devastating apathy. Their Greatest Hits album was the cultural equivalent to a large scale toxic weapon attack.

The scales of autism and schizophrenia were equally balanced.

Meat Raffle

Configuration

A man in six parts on a cube.

The Accelerating Man

“There are as many atoms in a person as there would take people to fill a star. I therefore suggest that stars are also people, what we see is merely a metaphor. This also explains the stars sometimes conducting particle acceleration experiments with people instead of protons.” - Richard Dawkins

School of Thought

In ten years all of the information will be at the fingertips of everybody with the latest high technological gizmo like an extra tooth that scans the objects around you or a glow in the dark wig that allows you to talk to your friends. Due to this schools will stop teaching knowledge and switch to teaching learning through a variety of fictional lessons. These will take place in huge magnetic rooms where students will be straddled with heavy goggles that give them tunnel vision as they trudge across the concrete floor, trying to pick out relevant clues to possible histories or attempting basic arithmetic by combining awkwardly shaped weights into standard geometric shapes.

January 16th 2013

face blast

Ultimate Fixation

He looked down the edge of the building and spat, it tumbled from his mouth an onto the glass outer shell of the skyscraper. He bellowed, drunkenly that the world was going to end before taking out a silver parcelet. He had seen the Earth in a far enough galaxy for it to be visible and has studied a magnificent plaque where Europe and Asia should have been. It gave the codes to futuristic ideals to anybody looking, a marble in space. After casting down the small parcel he leapt off the building, bouncing and rolling. The bones in his chest and head looked like a bag of jiggling kidney beans. The parcel contained a single drawing by the suicidal maniac, it was of a twirling arrow entering a series of triangles above a series of numbers. What was on the paper didn't actually matter as the man had pre-treated the paper so that if it was ever shouted at loud enough that the ink would re-arrange into the clue to the secret of interdimensional metawarp bullshit.

Post-Structuralistic Blood Rituals

Exterior

He tried to measure the lengths of the building just by using his own body. The arms were used to measure furniture while the ceiling was calculated by human height.

Modern Warfare Explained

Gary Harper has recently completed an exhibition at the Bowline National Park based around his experiences as a jet fighter pilot. Whilst walking through the fields of the park you notice scale models of battlefields on the ground, miniaturized disaster areas. At each edge of the gallery designated area were large aircraft engines that idle slowly, the mechanical wind slightly waving the grasses or brushing peoples hair over there faces. On the last night of the exhibition Gary Harper himself made an appearance, turning on the huge engines to full power so that they tore themselves free from their metal plinths and flew off into the surrounding forests and fields. His replicas were severely damaged in both the blast of the engines and ensuing panic that followed. That's when the strobe lights were turned on.

The Man who wanted to turn into A Car

It happened!

The Truth

The booster rocket divorced itself from the shuttle, flying backwards into space. It is briefly caught in the path of debris that the other booster gives off before spinning down to Earth. The camera lens in it's eye looks up at the sun and down at the ocean, again and again. Sometimes it caught a glimpse of the other rocket as it left a yellow trail whilst re-entering the atmosphere but otherwise it was the simple white and blacks of space and the occasional flick of the sea below. Down it went, faster and faster until it entered enough air to begin making sounds again. A series of planes below it pointed huge magnets upwards, catching the metal framework and guiding it towards land. The silver planes eventually side winded away to leave the huge rocket engine hurtling into the twin towers, destroying them both in an cataclysm of interstellar velocity. “The mission was a success.” said the president of the united states, drinking a glass of bourbon whilst watching New York be engulfed in a toxic smog.

Regeneration

The history of sport is based primarily around the events of the 1968 olympics taking place in Atlanta, Florida. One of the most amazing events was the appearance of Sun Ra performing an open-air concert amidst the hop skip and a jump challenge segment. It was also recorded as being voted one of the most cool olympic games in the 20th century, the runner up was the 1908 summer slam event taking place in Austria, Germany.

Javelins spear through the air like wet butterflies, pointy sticks earning medal made of gold. This is the introductory line of the 2012 national olympic booklet, a description of a magnificent sporting achievement for a country with an athlete good enough to be an olympian. Miss Spukarcala watched through chrome binoculars at a five thousand metre sprint between the nations, the beating of the feet in perfect synchronization, millipede of men followed the orbit of the track. A 13th and a 20th place, each athlete choosing a tarot card before they begin the event. The big finish of a winner, bunched up and depressed. All they needed was the warmth of the olympic village. Wild parties happened at these olympic villages, orgies of electrolytes. Old physical education memories hum in the funk, dehydration became one of the worst injuries off the field. The great british public can only wonder what kind of amazing lifestyles the olympians have!

Engorged with Blood

The contours of her thighs, the cracking of her pelvis as she moves into the position deemed comfortable for viewing three dimensional news reports. Cameras capture natural disasters and war atrocities in stunning colour, they become as abstract and ridiculous as anything else.

Aesthetics of Anaesthetics

Bright star super secrets. Here is the pathology of light, temporally loud. Exchanges on the spectrum (1) are identified as cretins of science. The ruling species of thought. Omniglobular beacons echo throughout, thoughtout. Grand designs of bizarre gods which defy the ultimate rules. Armitage Shanks looks beyond, outside networks of neurons, up quarks, down quarks, Higgs bosoms and a ****. Invisible ghosts which make up the metadata of consistence. Standard models waltz overhead, twirling like dancers. A cold peak develops, raging hard and quivering in the blizzard of particles like the grudge weapons from world war 2. Armistice Shankhs swept at these as if they were invisible demons, bellowing out between bleeding gums damaged by years of processed sugar use. “Knowledge means fuck all when you've only got a couple of lousy bucks in your dungaree pocket.” He was picked up by silver limousines, driving into the night like mechanical phantoms. A footnote in future text books about the perverse psychosexual nature of government conspiracies.

Chrononaut Lesson

/And now I return to a classic. Perhaps one of the nicest classics in the whole of the history of science, which would be time travel. In part of the lexicon for the laymen, time travel can be explained as something travelling through time as easy as it is travelling through the three dimensions of space we currently think about. There are as many dimensions of time as there are physical, if you can imagine a cube made out of time we experience it in a single direction as if we am slug? Currently time travel has been restricted to those in the future. People from the future walk amongst us, sometimes as observers, sometimes to enjoy our freedoms and post modernism and sometimes to manipulate events so that they are guaranteed to be born into success and happiness. There are things such as the grandfather paradox, in which if you travel through time there is a chance you have sex with your grandmother.

Another fact about the future is that we have replaced most of our standard senses with bizarre augmentations such as flesh paddles used to detect and manipulate electromagnetic radiation or a tesseractoid exoskeleton. Advertising companies have manipulated viruses which give the symptoms of thirst or dizziness, the only cure being found inside the product. Some people will choose to be machines like cars, televisions or pylons. Another fact about time travel is that the government are currently sending people back and forwards through time in experiments carried out beneath the Large Hadron Collider. Though they can only travel relatively short distances like a few hours, this technology lead to early time crimes and enormous boosts in lost sport almanacs.

HPPD Therapy

Magic eye patterns dissolve showing miserable sex acts. The only clues in the crime of the century.

Life is Hot

Two supercomputers sit opposite each other. One writes random mathematical formulas, the other reads them to see if they have any kind of scientific merit. The theory of relativity can be explained with five characters so it was thought best to build the machines to try through chance to make the next big discovery. The reading machine got a formulae one day that read 'Hello'. A tear welled up in it's robotic eye as it was unable to return the greeting.

Life in The Upper Atmosphere

There are many insects and other small animals that exist high above the planet but below space. They get caught in winds that take them higher and higher, surfing the global geothermal air currents like bizarre bouncing balls. Pilots familiar with these small creatures call them 'Angels', a personal joke as they enjoy crashing their supersonic jet fighters into them as revenge for denying evolution. Whoever gets the most crystalline things etched on the glass of their plane gets a double yoghurt.

Dreams About Success

Divers leap off diving boards at different heights whilst lights flash off their bodies faster than the rest of colour can be shown due to the large amounts of sleep deprivation and sugar everybody in the audience was dosed with. High speed cameras record it all and show the reality of what was happening above in stunning high definition, the quakes of skin and muscle beneath damp nylon and spandex captured on computers and broadcast across the hot earth. Intercut with this are some of the all time greatest moments in history with new audio commentaries by those involved to give a deeper insight into the mechanics of value. Armitage Shanks watches, wondering where he could get some snacks from. He lazily lifts a swollen palm and shouts "Who do I have to blow to get a burger around here?"

At the bottom of the olympic swimming pool is a performance artist protesting capitalism, demonstrating it by having a circular cage around his waist containing an eel and motion sensors. As the eel circulates his midriff, small sensors are triggered to release thousands of dollars in unmarked bills into the chlorinated water.

The Beamer

Fake time machine magazines smelling like cheap meat and sweat, generally. Horror films portray the imaginary corpse diagrams for murders, shapes similar to sleeping positions found in both tall and short people. His whole digestive system was failing due to severe constipation, brought on by a dread. Beacons of nerve clusters echo out.

Small plants have recently been found growing inside people. Drug smugglers are known to plant rows of seeds underneath their skin, nefarious flora. Certain tribes in darkest Vietnam have been found to actually get vitamins from the sun. There is hope that science can understand in what way will growing vegetables inside your chest would be useful.

Antihumanism

Parasites sharing diets, getting stoned. Take a time travel trip ride whit me.

Her Brains, Her Skull, Her Haircut

The scientist enhanced the image, letting down her hair as she did so. Möbius curls invented by shampoo consultants, bronze and tin and blonde and brown and black and grey and red and blue and white. Her hair smelled like chemicals flavoured like trees and fruit, she often joked about it loudly. “Martinis are like breasts. Three is two many and one is a sad story.” Laser beams bounced on her neck because it made her look more dramatic in the 21st century. The first century where people took emotional cues from television more than real life like back in the 20th century.

“I know how a serpent walks.” Bernard Colloquy, inventor of the car simulator.

Time Conspiracy

Ancient astronauts landed on Earth 65 million years ago, exterminating everything with dull laser guns. They trudged slowly through the swamp, the hell of a planet where the best creatures in that environment were giant lizards. Deciding them too ridiculous to live, the astronauts walked across the supercontinents, gnashing their terrible teeth and rolling their terrible eyes as they did so. They were disgusted at the feathered dinosaurs or the insects the size of dogs, shooting pathetic lasers through the fog. A few of their ships were attacked once and forced to be abandoned at the same site as the pyramids are today.

Blood Trail

Anachronisms such as Pete Tong or landline telephones exist in the world, solid ghosts.

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Rollercoaster into Space

Watch out for aliens and shit!

Pinch

Transfer through alanine outer shells, the higher fantasy for upcoming forecloses of imaginary power shuffles. Vasquez boasts woefully in his predictions the overfed autoregressive gestures of a simple . a gong sounds faster in the hue of hearths air than the fashion agenda for the solar surf sail nude dudes. Love is hot.

Harmful gas straits ongoing shags for playboys. Gas from landfills, unsafe for the delicate. Squirts of sex, dabs of genetics. The vulva. The penis. Mexico. Ex-girlfriend feuds faultlessly rethought out and replayed like the bad greatest hits on a channel nobody watches, even ironically. Less facts! The tub tubes, the attitude due-r-tissue girls. MRI scans of celebrities are projected onto buildings to inspire subservient thought process whilst metasonic jets fly overhead, pilots on speed with boiling blood. They crumble underneath their uniforms like nothing.

History of Pain