Where The Wild Things Aren't

This is not a review.

Rather, this is an impassioned plea - if you're old enough to know better, but do it anyway; if you had that kind of childhood; if you're all grown-up with nowhere to hide - go see this film. Immediately.

Do it. It's amazing. And your heart and soul deserve it.
That or you could come over to mine and smoke crack.

Up to you, really. Read More......

Home Wrecker

Fuck damn, all this home-creation / nesting bullshit is starting to make me wonder why anyone lives indoors, anymore. We've become puppets to our four walls.

Filling up your living space with crap you don't want has got to be one of the saddest things to happen to your soul (wallet).

We're Ikea's (or; Habitat/Elle Decoration/Muji et al) bitches and we love it. We're whores for mass consumption and ain't no mountain high enough for us to climb up to buy that shiny red lamp or Vince Ray poster.

Enjoy it, fuckers. I'm going to burn my flat down and go live in a box in Vietnam, sucking up the life outta some pretty little teen-boys.

Ohhhh yeahhhhhhhhh. Read More......