Look at me now!

EARL friend

Californication:

spittle:

Girlfriend: LOL

David Duchovny: (sneer) 

Girlfriend: What is your issue with LOL?

David Duchovny: I don’t have an issue unless you count the fact that every time you say it you contribute to the death of the English language.

Everytime you quote “Californication”, an angel gets ejaculated upon by a masturbating fox Duchovny.

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Decease and Cyst, Mark Linkous.

Samuel Beckett 1906-1989 I don’t know when I died. It always seemed to me I died old, about ninety years old, and what years, and that my body bore it out, from head to foot. But this evening, alone in my icy bed, I have the feeling I’ll be older than the day, the night, when the sky with all its lights fell upon me, the same I had so often gazed on since my first stumblings on distant earth. For I’m too frightened this evening to listen to myself rot, waiting for the great red lapses of the heart, the tearings at the caecal walls, and for the slow killings to finish in my skull, the assaults on unshakable pillars, the fornications with corposes. So I’ll tell myself a story, I’ll try and tell myself another story, to try and calm myself, and it’s there I feel I’ll be old, old, even older than the day I fell, calling for help, and it came. Or is it possible that in this story I have come back to life, after my death? No, it’s not like me to come back to life, after my death. Samuel Beckett, The Calmative

Samuel Beckett 1906-1989

I don’t know when I died. It always seemed to me I died old, about ninety years old, and what years, and that my body bore it out, from head to foot. But this evening, alone in my icy bed, I have the feeling I’ll be older than the day, the night, when the sky with all its lights fell upon me, the same I had so often gazed on since my first stumblings on distant earth. For I’m too frightened this evening to listen to myself rot, waiting for the great red lapses of the heart, the tearings at the caecal walls, and for the slow killings to finish in my skull, the assaults on unshakable pillars, the fornications with corposes. So I’ll tell myself a story, I’ll try and tell myself another story, to try and calm myself, and it’s there I feel I’ll be old, old, even older than the day I fell, calling for help, and it came. Or is it possible that in this story I have come back to life, after my death? No, it’s not like me to come back to life, after my death.

Samuel Beckett, The Calmative

Ulrich Seidl, Import Export, 2007, still from a color film in 16 mm and 35 mm, 141 minutes

Ulrich Seidl, Import Export, 2007, still from a color film in 16 mm and 35 mm, 141 minutes

add-art.org

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Add-Art is a free FireFox add-on which replaces advertising on websites with curated art images. (Vimeo)

Maurice Blanchot 22 September 1907 - 20 February 2003

Maurice Blanchot
22 September 1907 - 20 February 2003

David Harvey’s introductory lecture on Marx’s Capital.