Thursday, 29 September 2011

The Holy

The blood... The knives... The screaming...
The knives... My god, the Holy Knives

Thursday, 8 September 2011

PSFA


Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Review of...

(samekhmem) walked onto the stage in a way that suggested eternal loneliness but when they began making sounds (loosely translated as music) their eyes shone like marmalade. A wall of dust could be seen leaving their collective mouth. This dissipated and left a void about the size of a small wall of dust. Somewhere outside a dog was eating some grass.

Somebody lost a shoe. Somebody began chewing on an imaginary wall. Chaos was nowhere to be found and… breeze blocks/hotdogs (delete as appropriate) were in short supply. The aforementioned dog was sick and then ate some more grass. (samekhmem) said something about blue pallets. All in all a riveting spectacle to be missed by all who cannot stand riveting spectacles involving (all of the above).

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

AMAAMAAS