The article starts: “You always have a pair of those cardboard red-blue 3-D glasses by your desk, right? “
I have to admit I keep a pair at home and a pair at work. Makes for a funny conversation piece, too.
(via Rosetta’s Comet, Now in 3-D)

The article starts: “You always have a pair of those cardboard red-blue 3-D glasses by your desk, right? “

I have to admit I keep a pair at home and a pair at work. Makes for a funny conversation piece, too.

(via Rosetta’s Comet, Now in 3-D)

Just what the doctor ordered: powdered concrete with pure rebar rust!

I can’t even begin to express the shivers this one is giving me - truly an awesome collaborative work!
 (via Bartkira Volume 1)

I can’t even begin to express the shivers this one is giving me - truly an awesome collaborative work!

 (via Bartkira Volume 1)

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Another icon disappears… (I am not blaming this artist of vision for the fact that post-Alien, most science fiction movies were pretty much built on the same trope…) 
(via Art: H.R. Giger, RIP - Forbidden Planet Blog)

Another icon disappears… (I am not blaming this artist of vision for the fact that post-Alien, most science fiction movies were pretty much built on the same trope…) 

(via Art: H.R. Giger, RIP - Forbidden Planet Blog)

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Wallace: Man, whoever invented these, he off the hook!

Poot: What?

Wallace: Motherfucker had to bone out all the damn chicken. Till he came along niggers been chewing on drumsticks and shit, getting their fingers all greasy. He said, “leave the bone. Snug that meat up and get some real money.”

Poot: You think the man got paid?…

Wallace: Shit, he richer than a motherfucker.

D’Angelo: Why? You think he get a percentage?

Wallace: Why not?

D’Angelo: Nigger, please. The man who invented them things is just some sad ass down at the basement at McDonald’s, thinking up some shit to make some money for the real players.

Poot: No, man, that ain’t right.

D’Angelo: Fuck right. It ain’t about right, it’s about money. Now you think Ronald McDonald gonna go down that basement and say, “Hey, Mr Nugget. You the bomb. We selling chicken faster than you can tear the bone out. So I’m a write my clowny-ass name on this fat-ass check for you.” … Man, the nigger who invented them things – still working in the basement for regular wage thinking of some shit to make the fries taste better.

Wallace: Still had the idea, though.

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Because any day I hear a new Liquid Stranger track is a good day…

(Source: youtube.com)

Like any other Ott releases, definitely worth the dubs!

Listen/purchase: Live At Gnomelandia by Ott

Additionally the disclosure, or threat of disclosure, is designed to influence a government and is made for the purpose of promoting a political or ideological cause. This therefore falls within the definition of terrorism.

The last time these guys put a record out, I was stuck to it for months. Worried and excited about this new one. (Also: geometrical symbols as satanism, what’s up with that? I’m looking at you, Youtube comments!)

The Glitch Mob - Can’t Kill Us (by The Glitch Mob)

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This would make the perfect vessel for a visually transmitted brain disease.
dangoldman:

I don’t know what this is but I’ve been staring at it for seven minutes.

This would make the perfect vessel for a visually transmitted brain disease.

dangoldman:

I don’t know what this is but I’ve been staring at it for seven minutes.

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