tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46976355015645209392024-02-07T23:08:27.052+11:00A giraffe that wears shopping trolley wheel rollerskates and talks too much in china shopsis pretty funny, but has the tendency to get pretty fucking annoying.Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-49506521948067053732011-05-15T16:37:00.000+10:002011-05-15T16:37:16.191+10:00like totes bailin...http://vbtinsandtacos.tumblr.com<br />
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^^^been introduced to like omg what all the kids these dayz are doin so probablamente won't be postin moocho on this old mate from here on in... its been great, i've ranted lots of nonsensical babble and stuff i'll probably look back on one day and wish i'd never been born, but hey lets face it speaking shit is more fun than being silent so suck my nuts cunts. yeah, that's a good way to end this juvenile retardshitfest. suck em. <3Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-30836989408656446282011-04-20T02:23:00.000+10:002011-04-20T02:23:49.233+10:00dos dinosaurios still managing to make shit sick...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yyVRFgn5R_M" title="YouTube video player" width="640"></iframe><br />
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These dudes are starting to make me less terrified of middle age.<br />
I hope I'm at the Masics/Moore electric wheelchair tour come 2030. Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-85134367242657319512011-04-11T14:56:00.003+10:002011-04-14T03:22:32.659+10:00fuck off, we're full (of shit)...Q. Try Hard Hippy:<br />
yo what are your thoughts on them god damn immigents? in particular, the asylum seeker variety?<br />
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A. Angry Giraffe:<br />
The fact that there are grown men rotting in over-crowded jails all over our 'fair and free' wide brown land for years on end, solely for the heinous 'crime' of 'arriving illegally', for having the natural human desire to try to find some semblance of shelter, sustenance and safety for themselves and their children makes me want to burn down parliament house. <br />
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The fact that there are women and children locked in jails all over fuck-we're-good-blokes-and-everybody-else-are-evil-bastards-especially-the-brown-people Australia because they tried to leave behind a life living in constant fear of death, and violence while going to get bread and milk from the corner store that is either low on everything or doesn't exist at all... makes me want to stab all of my xenophobic retard mates in cold blood then shoot myself in the face with a shotgun.<br />
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But y'know I'm an angry overly idealistic loud-mouth hypocrite hippie punk who can barely tie his own shoelaces so I'm probably wrong about everything and we should just keep doing everything exactly the way we are because there's a chance that if we change anything, it might make stuff start getting worse than it already is in the future. <br />
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Maybe we should just all do whatever the fuck we want all of the time except be gay or use bad language or have sex before marriage, regularly ask Jesus to forgive us for all the other evil shit we do, and everything will be all sweet.<br />
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If you send a question to kickflip_911@hotmail.com, I promise I won't insult your mother with my answer unless she deserves it.Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-416524285050535312011-04-10T21:43:00.001+10:002011-04-11T14:00:33.939+10:00chido...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RfS021-PlZ-ZX3XwyQb5t23t-DMhWcI09kNcxAWs6gwbJJbL4fkyCY7sl36GJJH4zIMEmfO7pTSvGBUFhBzkmphv9WqcwhTHVpavV6U7e5rqoxAO6o-z8NEEdJILrB8WkyuPSHvKsFot/s1600/street_art_0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="382" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RfS021-PlZ-ZX3XwyQb5t23t-DMhWcI09kNcxAWs6gwbJJbL4fkyCY7sl36GJJH4zIMEmfO7pTSvGBUFhBzkmphv9WqcwhTHVpavV6U7e5rqoxAO6o-z8NEEdJILrB8WkyuPSHvKsFot/s400/street_art_0.jpeg" /></a></div><br />
Mi favorito de <a href="http://www.streetartutopia.com/">streetartutopia.com's</a> <a href="http://www.streetartutopia.com/?p=2014">106 of the most beloved Street Art Photos of 2010.</a> Check deez kents steez, its rad.Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-77260186768043712392011-04-06T19:01:00.000+10:002011-04-06T19:01:36.234+10:00getting my horrifying procrastination on...Q. Why am I sitting in the library reading the <a href="http://dryred.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-my-david-stratton-on.html">incomprehensible mindless drivel</a> on the blog of a <a href="http://dryred.blogspot.com/">leering holier-than-thou redhead shit vomiting moron mechanism</a> instead of doing my mis-en-scene analysis essay on the last scene from the film about chopper read called chopper, the one where he is sitting in his cell watching the screening of the interview he did for the commercial television network current affairs show, the one with the journalist who he wrote about in his book also the book which I was meant to have finished reading ages ago for my australian writing and cultural change class because the essay was due last friday but I haven't even finished reading the book let alone started writing the essay either because he thought she was sexy and had guts and determination unlike everyone else in the television as opposed to torture industry in his opinion because she was willing to fly to tassie to watch him shoot stubbies out of the fat outstretched fists of bikies in order to get a good scoop for her commerical television network current affairs show and then in the interview on the little tv in the cell he jokes with her about chopping off her toes or something then says she has nice toes and clearly as the stuff on the tv screen is all brightly lit while the lighting in the cell is all dark and moody and there is sun shining in to the cell both from the window behind the tv and from the doorway behind the prison guards with whom he jokes about how much money the tv interview is going to make him in book sales and a copy of his book is placed behind the tv somehow this is all amounts to extremely masterful meaningful film-making and i'm supposed to be able to wax lyrical for two thousand words about how profound all of the above is without once questioning why arguing endlessly about cinematic techniques and styles and the manner in which they generate meanings is a legitimate intellectual pursuit worthy of my precious time and therefore under the old adages spouted by alcoholic uncles are always right so fucking do what your told act of 1954 money for my cinema studies class?<br />
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A. Because I drank too much coffee before coming to the library so I can now only concentrate on short spasms of awesomely entertaining idiotic internet drivel with all the videos and links and sounds and pictures to go with the words web pages such as Dry Red, or <a href="http://www.crapgraffiti.com/">this</a>, instead of the dryer-than-dry ice self-indulgent academic wankery the establishment makes me read endlessly in order to obtain a piece of paper which will amount to either a ticket to employment in the field of photocopying and data entry or a ticket to years upon years of reading ever-increasing amounts of dry self-indulgent academic wankery on pieces of paper made from the trees we so desperately need to store our rapidly diminishing levels of carbon in our atmosphere so that one day I may be deemed qualified to begin attempting to force new generations of drug-addled and disaffected young minds who unlike their educators are still more interested in socialising and sex and enjoying life and trying avoid falling into the ever-increasingly materialistic middle-class lifestyles of their quasi-non-conformist educators than making buckets of money to feed said educators said increasing need for material consumption into reading unreasonably large bundles of exactly the same crusty soul crushing academia while at the same time encouraging them to think freely and creatively about ways to trying to liberate society from outdated structures of debilitating conformity. <br />
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Who needs speed when you get unlimited free coffee and breakfast from a dodgy mate who works in swanky camberwell cafe's?Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-81695750483255205432011-03-31T01:21:00.001+11:002011-04-04T20:45:45.162+10:00Ever fallen in love?Shy pommy schoolboy and a pretty punk pommy schoolgirl bond over the latest Buzzcocks 7" inna record store, she's tellen 'im to come to'er joint to lissen to'et yeh, then back a'er joint they share a brew, anna fag, she tells 'im: "gob on me", they spit beer on eechuvva, then they lose their shit an shag like swee'arts listenin' to the 'cocks. <br />
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nAWWW fuckin' luvely 'at is iznit?<br />
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<object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aj9GRnNVoxE&hl=nl_NL&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aj9GRnNVoxE&hl=nl_NL&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-49584197977503164102011-03-30T01:13:00.003+11:002011-03-30T10:23:21.569+11:00TIIIMBERRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!If a bear shits dreamily in the woods and the fucking pope is nowhere near the scene of the rather serene crime to hear anything about it, then what's the point of it being posted on some weirdo's music blog where no-one will ever fucking well smell that shit? There is no point at all, one would argue correctly. This explains why it must be posted on this motherfucker right here, this mighty bastion of mainstream indie-alternative trend-setting, this new cool cunt fuckwit bible, this extremely-well-known-except-only-in-the-coolest-kids-on-the-interwebz-circles music and other cool stuff interweblog, this super successful superstar elitist style sensation that like ptch4k or whatever like totes wishes it could be, but knows it never will be because like chuh as if, this space that is soon to be smothered in heaps of hyper lucrative hispter fashion label advertising, extorting money out of its fucking fabulously fashionable fanbase, whose super sublimely sensational taste in absolutely everything and soul squashing preoccupation with social status leads them buy a whole bunch of ridiculous shit they don't need in the slightest but desperately need to own for the sake of the consumer-item cultural capital that it brings to their personal brand, thus making the 'uber-cool' capitalist pigdog AmeriApparel style 'socially conscious' corporations (and consequently the best blog ever itself) ultra rich and therefore even cooler, this be all and end all of music and modern cultural criticism, this blog that this blog reccomends ultra-highly, that this blog suggests that if you don't like it you're probably a loser or weird or something, and gives its new album 10.3 out of 9.... <a href="http://conversationwithunicorns.blogspot.com/">Conversations With Unicorns</a>. <br />
<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YKSaypNYLgA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-31417628849068663702011-03-17T22:36:00.000+11:002011-03-17T22:36:01.028+11:00unified suck farts....the distant, the mournful,<br />
sound of a ships horn,<br />
suggesting nothing more,<br />
than the sad exhale,<br />
of a distant god,<br />
watching the pathetic struggles of humans. <br />
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(blowing their noses, for example, or... <br />
performing unified suck farts.)Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-35917252459998279902011-03-09T18:51:00.001+11:002011-03-09T18:56:57.274+11:00meat shake...<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z1bHddYhtDw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
Shakin' it, good.<br />
Swinging from rafters, good.<br />
Eating microphones, good.<br />
Not going to see thee oh sees in Melbourne last month, bad.<br />
Not being in Monterrey to see thee oh sees this weekend, bad.<br />
Thee oh sees: good, Miles... bad.Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-75712732723793261932011-03-08T20:40:00.000+11:002011-03-08T20:40:32.417+11:00this just in... america loves jesus.A gallup poll in 1999 asked a bunch of stupid seppo's whether they would vote for an 'otherwise' well-qualified...<br />
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Woman (95% yes)<br />
Roman Catholic (94%)<br />
Jew (92%)<br />
Black (92%)<br />
Mormon (79%)<br />
Homosexual (79%)<br />
...<br />
Atheist (49%)<br />
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So... 5% surveyed admit they would never ever vote for a bitch, yet only 6% swear they would never vote for a pope-blower. Another 8% are willing to state they would never vote for a kike or a nigger, while only 79% would be willing to trust a fag; the exact same number that don't mind the notion of a derranged door-to-door jesus freak running their nation.<br />
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A MAJORITY of those surveyed would never vote for an atheist.<br />
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Que pedo.<br />
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"When one person sufferes from a delusion it is called insanity.<br />
When many people suffer from a delusion it is called religion." <br />
- Robert M. Pirsig ~ <i>Zen & The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance</i> <br />
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"Majority rule, don't work in mental institutions." - NoFX<br />
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"Jesus Cunt, Supercunt. Religion is fucked in the head." - MilesMileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-22227755585501866042010-11-10T11:33:00.000+11:002010-11-10T11:33:26.041+11:00somos mas los buenos que los malos...Its not us VS them.<br />
The enemy is within.<br />
I could unfuck myself.<br />
You could unfuck yourself.<br />
Together we could unfuck the world.<br />
Pero no.<br />
¿Que pedo?<br />
¿Por que?Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-13985329225428771982010-11-04T20:12:00.001+11:002011-03-08T19:24:07.998+11:00from a funny memo from a funny memo...millas,<br />
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probablemente ya lo hayas escuchado.<br />
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me agrada<br />
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XD<br />
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I kinda like pretty, overly-opinionated hippy girls who clearly have no idea what they are talking about.<br />
In fact I'm pretty sure I am one.<br />
I just wish people didn't believe in dragons.<br />
Stuff that we can see is amazing.<br />
We can make magic with our minds, and this is good. <br />
Lots of lies are good.<br />
Beautiful lies aren't evil, but no-one should claim they are true.<br />
Believing lies is what got us in this whole fucked-up mess in the first place.Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-34268710451124491382010-10-25T10:05:00.001+11:002010-10-25T10:14:42.560+11:00pretty videos from home and stupid songs in very stupid spanish from right here, right now.....Q. <br />
what do you do when a lovely girl with a lovely fringe who plays lovely lonely guitar in your brain and sometimes sings lovely songs you both like in a lovely lilting light voice sends you a video you already know of two similarly lovely girls sitting in a forrest playing lovely guitar and singing a lovely lonely song you already love in lovely lilting light voices? <br />
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A. <br />
1. sit around in foreign land trying to write songs about foreign girls in a foreign language that you don't understand using a foreign textbook that you don't understand and a computer that doesn't understand anything at all in an attempt to try to forget about your own old life and about your own old language and about the existence of the pacific ocean.<br />
2. fail miserably at all of the above.<br />
3. drink many beers.<br />
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<i>ella tiene una lista de palabras nuevas<br />
los muchachos bailan con las muchachas<br />
yo hablo mucho veces con mi maestra<br />
yo trato de practicar tambien<br />
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia<br />
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella<br />
<br />
mujeres dibujan mapas en mi mente<br />
ella pregunta la hora<br />
yo preparo informacion para la futura<br />
yo necesito un buen cuaderno<br />
nosotros conversamos siempre en espanol<br />
nosotros tomamos limonada en cada reunion<br />
<br />
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia<br />
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella<br />
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia<br />
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella<br />
<br />
tu siempre comunicas <br />
enthusiasmo en espanol<br />
un muchacho ayuda a otros muchachos<br />
hoy yo tocaro la gitarra<br />
nosotros usamos la forma correcto<br />
nosotros contestamos la pregunta<br />
<br />
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia<br />
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella<br />
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia<br />
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella<br />
<br />
ella habla sobre los productos<br />
ella informa sobre la poesia moderna<br />
yo contesto un sobre la arrogancia<br />
yo espero leer una novela persona<br />
nosotros hablamos poco en la biblioteca<br />
nosotros hablamos rapido en la selva<br />
<br />
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia<br />
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella<br />
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia<br />
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella<br />
nosotros cantamos siempre un cancion para ella</i>Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-11688924779810223962010-10-22T08:35:00.002+11:002010-10-22T08:41:36.490+11:00music for skating down hills at night while wearing big fuck-off shiny silver noise-cancelling headphones vol. 68...<object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F6286252%3Fsecret_token%3Ds-d5ktZ&secret_url=false"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F6286252%3Fsecret_token%3Ds-d5ktZ&secret_url=false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"></embed> </object> <span><a href="http://soundcloud.com/figuealaska/cloneominids">Cloneominids</a> by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/figuealaska">FigueAlaska</a></span> <br />
AKA trippy electronic shit by the man with the best beard-tache in all of Mexico.<br />
<br />
wusshhhMileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-3538781654252357592010-10-19T18:44:00.000+11:002010-10-19T18:44:17.464+11:00blast from last summer...<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><a href="http://conversationwithunicorns.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-sad-song-in-my-sweet-heart.html">last year</a> i loved a song</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">it just came on mtv mexicana</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">it reminded me of last summer</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">it made me buy beer and darts</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">its 3 in the morning</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">on a monday in monterrey </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">in mexico</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">so far away from where i was</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">so much has happened since </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">yet it still feels like last summer</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">the next one will be weird</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SuoTjYYqe4c?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SuoTjYYqe4c?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div>Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-74846364985327643282010-10-07T07:30:00.000+11:002010-10-07T07:30:24.507+11:00mi respuesta de un correo electronico estupido para mi universidad en Australlia....Hi Yuki!<br />
Hi everyone at Swinburne Abroad!<br />
<br />
I'm fine.<br />
I have heard gunshots several times since I arrive, last week they were very loud and right outside my house, and yesterday I could hear them en la tarde when I was smoking cigarettes and practising my spanish with cute mexican girls at uni.<br />
<br />
Sorry, but I won't be going to meetings or communicating international offices or anyone else other than my young mexicano amigos y familia in regards to safety. They are the ones whose advice I trust, as nearly all other advice I get is hysterical and unhelpful. If it was up to many personas, especially internacional estudientes (mainly girls :P), I would spend my entire exchange locked in the toilet of my apartment.<br />
<br />
It is very frustrating listening to international students gossiping at university about whether or not the situation is getting "better" or "worse" in an empty-headed, extremely reactionary fashion every time there is a shooting. The drug war, the apparently corrupt government and media and police, in conjunction with the apparently extreme and unquantifiable power and influence of the drugs cartels in this part of the world... well the catch-22 situation makes it completely impossible for anyone (international offices, students, and mexicana personas included) to have even the vaguest clue as to whether the situation is "getting worse" or getting better".<br />
<br />
The gossiping personas I speak of are reading the (apparently) extremely corrupt and sensantionalist (y influential) mainstream newspapers and television every day.... if one was to believe their representation of the situation one would think that walking around Monterrey was like walking around the set of Resident Evil 4. <br />
<br />
I have yet to see any bloodied corpses or zombies, and it is fairly unlikely that I will.<br />
<br />
It works better for me not to think about the situation and just get on with having the most amazing time I've ever had in my life... I could get eaten by a shark swimming at the beach or be hit by a truck skating or bitten by a spider out the bush in Australia anytime... and I plan to travel all over the world to all sorts of foreign and dangerous locations in the future. Therefore I am using this experience as a means of learning how to deal with fear in a sensible manner.<br />
<br />
Although it breaks my heart to hear stories of violence, kidnappings y shootings etc from friends, and my hear goes out to the lovely people of mexico who have to deal with the fear and violence every day of their lives... I have the philosophy that I'm more likely NOT to experience such things than I am. More people don't get shot than people who do. So I try not to let it worry me. Succumbing to fear makes it very difficult to remain happy and positive, and acting fearful in dangerous situations always makes them more dangerous. Everday bad guys can see and smell who is looking and smelling scared in the streets and are much more likely to target people whom they can tell are already terrified. Walking around the streets behind garbage bins every time a car backfires or constantly looking your shoulder is a very bad idea. If the bad guys are proper, nasty, narco-sharks with AK47s looking for a foreigner to rob or kidnap, then there is nothing I can do about it either way, so there is not point thinking or worrying about it.<br />
<br />
I see Collingwood won the grand final replay. Tell me this is all a horrible joke made up by the Australian media especially designed to make a homesick traveller very very depressed. HAHA.<br />
<br />
The thought of the MCG covered in Black and White streamers makes me want to vomit, but at least it has gone a long way toward allaying my feelings of homesickness. If England beat Australia in the cricket this summer, which is looking like a possibility going on both side's current form according to an australiano amigo..... I am going to be one very unhappy camper upon returning to the city of poor sporting results.<br />
<br />
This weekend I am going to the futbal with a mexicano amigo who supports the Monterrey Tigres... I support the Richmond Tigers in the AFL. I have been watching the Primera Division de Mexico on the television and videos on youtube of the muy muy loco fans drinking beers and chanting and sometimes getting in very crazy riots. Mi amigo assures me it will be alot of fun and he knows how to ensure we avoid any dangerous situations. OLE TIGRES!!!! <br />
<br />
On sunday I am climbing the mountains once again with amigos from Mexico and a Norwiegan Viking amigo. I'll send you some photos!<br />
<br />
Paz y Amor,<br />
y<br />
¡VIVA LA MEXICO!<br />
<br />
¡Saludos!<br />
Millas.Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-19222489129390036762010-10-05T20:02:00.001+11:002010-10-05T20:04:53.380+11:00READ THIS BLOG!!!!!!!!!<a href="http://sublimadocorrosivo.blogspot.com/2010/10/nunca-me-han-gustado-los-blogs.html?spref=bl">Sublimado Corrosivo: Nunca me han gustado los blogs</a>: "Nunca me han gustado los blogs y siguen sin gustarme. De hecho hasta me siento extraño escribiendo en esta madre. Me siento como uno entre m..."Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-89483711123848836762010-10-03T10:23:00.000+11:002010-10-03T10:23:03.303+11:00sueño numero doce...after I finally begged, <br />
she tried to leave,<br />
then sheepishly returned, <br />
ding dong on my doorbell,<br />
despite the bell-end <br />
I ignored the pig-head.<br />
you so stupid, stupid.<br />
<br />
in the dreamtime I dreamt of her,<br />
of her and her friend,<br />
inside and out, <br />
don’t believe the lies...<br />
on the seventh day,<br />
god created a shower.<br />
<br />
I awoke avoiding reality,<br />
wishing on whims,<br />
wanting to touch,<br />
very very much,<br />
although also wildly worried, <br />
a feeling for a friend,<br />
es only the dreamtime amigo,<br />
friends aren’t that friendly in the daytime.<br />
<br />
Remember the past.<br />
Don’t do anything stupid, stupid.<br />
You so stupid, stupid.<br />
Stop choosing such stupid choices, stupid. <br />
Start being smart, stupid.Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-82034430671651981052010-09-26T08:20:00.004+10:002010-09-29T11:23:04.265+10:00num num num num num...after a night of drinking on rooftops<br />
staring at the city lights dancing <br />
the only thing as good as waking up<br />
in bed with lots of lovely latina ladies<br />
is the goodness to be had upon getting up<br />
listenin' to spanish singing and dancing <br />
makin' sweet banana pancakes <br />
with even sweeter back rubs.Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-53593320528815141242010-09-24T04:36:00.001+10:002010-09-26T08:00:56.248+10:00remember the dead...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUXleHsiV3lG2sarlOetFEgwCsh2eyCpkEKd3OfoYFw8FQhez6VPLVnBriB90oQl_AzatLMUkZJKiuEcGVF4DVEntxOKbZKIjlGxR4fF4ybKBdUH59zwNIiTGGSi7_c5VmDzLEIPES9wo/s1600/howtothinkaboutdeath%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUXleHsiV3lG2sarlOetFEgwCsh2eyCpkEKd3OfoYFw8FQhez6VPLVnBriB90oQl_AzatLMUkZJKiuEcGVF4DVEntxOKbZKIjlGxR4fF4ybKBdUH59zwNIiTGGSi7_c5VmDzLEIPES9wo/s320/howtothinkaboutdeath%5D.jpg" /></a></div>Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-53117661533331492292010-09-21T07:47:00.002+10:002010-09-26T08:13:06.091+10:00sitting and staring sadly...<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>No tenia disposición mas que dos experiencias: la del sujeto mirado y la del sujeto mirarte. - Roland Barthes, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camera_Lucida_%28book%29">La Camara Lucida</a> ~ 1980.<br />
<br />
</i>An image begins its movement the instant we look at it. <br />
They transform from the stoned certainty of the sensory chase, into a flowing pool of fluid meaning the instant they are captured and frozen. No matter the form a mediated memory takes, a video, a picture, a painting, a photo, there will always be movements brimming with the life of the viewer, and therefore will do a different dance for each person who picks its up. Never believe what you see. Particularly in an ever-moving memory object. For while you are looking at it and leering, like a ravenous and arrogant jackal on a desperate quest for meaning and blood, you are only staring in a mirror of memory, and it is looking back at you and laughly silently. We know this, we've talked about this, but words can't describe the magical physical manifestations of sentimentality. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Barthes wrote Camera Lucia as a eulogy for his mother.<br />
<br />
Sentimentality changed he though about thinking about looking at pictures.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
Codes of culture and language and philosophy are limited in terms of truly understanding anything.<br />
<br />
They often have no relevance love and pain and the past.<br />
Love and pain and the past are all just words.</div>Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-63202462358613945092010-09-15T23:49:00.001+10:002010-09-15T23:49:51.944+10:00first dream for fucking ages...<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU">people always say,<br />
if you stop smoking bud,<br />
you’ll be dreaming once more,<br />
at night,<br />
and in general.<br />
<br />
i never trust what people say,<br />
its a strength of mine,<br />
but also a big problem,<br />
sometimes,<br />
people’s intentions are innocent.<br />
<br />
people also say,<br />
if you write down your dreams,<br />
right away upon waking,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-AU">the memories,<br />
return with a vengeance.<br />
<br />
from what I can tell,<br />
both are based in truth,<br />
as far as I can tell,<br />
from the information,<br />
I have at my disposal,<br />
<br />
I just woke up,<br />
I dreamt that I got home,<br />
drank beer in parks,<br />
ate watermelon in parks,<br />
and sat on the steps of parliament house.<br />
<br />
you wanted to paint it purple,<br />
I wanted to burn it down,<br />
we couldn’t agree,<br />
but it didn’t matter,<br />
we were the best and brightest <br />
of our pathetic democracy.<br />
<br />
then I went to exchange again,<br />
in Iraq,<br />
Heavy Metal In Baghdad,<br />
which was fucking good,<br />
not very ‘cool’, <br />
but very fucking good.<br />
<br />
good>cool.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I didn’t want to leave,<br />
the centre of the serious action,<br />
because I had to head to the coast,<br />
because I wanted to go surfing.<br />
<br />
there I lived, <br />
on a cliff,<br />
the weather was hot,<br />
the nights were nice,<br />
the surf was massive,<br />
the food was foreign,<br />
the locals were crazy,<br />
some of them were very friendly,<br />
I made Iraqi friends-for-life.<br />
‘bra boys’ are massive pussies.<br />
I thought Iraq was land-locked?</span>Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-51283264435514069942010-09-15T06:38:00.001+10:002010-09-15T08:17:04.547+10:00a tale of two cities #3...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">your coke is cooked by satan in the pits of hell</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHaPqawTzvJY56zcTqCTV2nkw2jvUt0Y8a6w43YwCG7IyuOLd8deSfzf19eVgIU4YOe25RcAJHbeFDlqcRAKl0ezmTDmaqj3gnuig7f-IasvbPyATG0SzPrAMMRFhBorFR1IdqUS88Sbt/s320/images.jpeg" /></div><br />
This is what the front of the 'news' pieces of paper look like in Monterrey, every single day.<br />
This is not what Monterrey looks like every single day.<br />
Not from what I have actually seen.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsRI-LU8EEmCXIxscTKE9EK8yNmogZArFeAG_vEJk53mkDN6cp9WtvttwbpH-VmnVwQ3SMM6HPw3VPGrtefrJag7m1QeC2aJ7tb8fLNJN4Z0NEPuOHxERSxQ7pNN731LYoVvZGdW6ods5/s1600/2010-08-24T235005Z_01_BTRE67N19I400_RTROPTP_3_INTERNATIONAL-US-MEXICO-DRUGS.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsRI-LU8EEmCXIxscTKE9EK8yNmogZArFeAG_vEJk53mkDN6cp9WtvttwbpH-VmnVwQ3SMM6HPw3VPGrtefrJag7m1QeC2aJ7tb8fLNJN4Z0NEPuOHxERSxQ7pNN731LYoVvZGdW6ods5/s320/2010-08-24T235005Z_01_BTRE67N19I400_RTROPTP_3_INTERNATIONAL-US-MEXICO-DRUGS.JPG" /></a></div><br />
This is what the first article on the Melburnian internet news screen reads like today.<br />
<br />
http://www.theage.com.au/national/mexican-cocaine-baron-muscles-in-20100914-15axd.html<br />
<blockquote>ONE of the world's most powerful organised crime syndicates, Mexico's Sinaloa cartel, has infiltrated Australia, importing up to half of the cocaine used on the nation's east coast over the past two years.</blockquote>Don't worry, they are lovely family cartel who swim in pools of flowers and play hand claps with your kids.<br />
If it was the zetas you would have reason to be concerned, but Sinaloa chaps are happy and clappy.<br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box"><span title="">¡</span></span>Ask anyone wey!<br />
<blockquote>It has also highlighted how the surging numbers of Australian cocaine users is helping enrich a network responsible for the deaths of thousands of Mexicans and the destabilisation of the Mexican state.</blockquote>Think about the world outside your neighbourhood and outside the inside of your nose. <br />
In relation to legs, I'm an amputee who lives in a glass house full of head fucking rocks.<br />
<blockquote>The Sinaloa cartel is controlled by billionaire drug lord Joaquin ''El Chapo'' Guzman. Its clashes with rival drug syndicates fuel unprecedented bloodshed and corruption in Mexico.</blockquote>But it is alright, when the government start openly doing deals with the cartels again, everything will be alright.<br />
The media will tell the truth, democracy will be more open and accountable to the people, and everyone will work to help eradicate inequality and the slow death of the poverty stricken rural population of Mexico.<br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box"><span title="">¡</span></span>Ask anyone wey!<br />
<blockquote>More than 28,000 people have died in Mexico since 2006, when President Felipe Calderon ordered 50,000 soldiers to join police in a ''drug war'' that some senior Mexican officials now believe has been lost. </blockquote> So we need to regroup, buy more guns, buy more tanks, authorise the use of chemical weapons in the city streets, kill every single last one of the bastards, win the war, and everything will be awesome. Like in America. Like in America after they won WWII, because they are strong and brave and smart and the best.<br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box"><span title="">¡</span></span>Its true dude!<br />
<blockquote>US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton recently said Mexico's drug cartels were beginning to resemble an insurgency. ''It's looking more and more like Colombia looked 20 years ago, when the narco-traffickers controlled certain parts of the country,'' she said.</blockquote>We should carpet bomb those parts of the country, strafe the farms and villages with helicopter gunships.<br />
It worked for America in Vietnam.<br />
!Trust us!<br />
<blockquote>Cocaine use has surged across Australia over the past two years.</blockquote>Still want to suck Charlies dick?<br />
I know I do, it tastes fucking amazing.<br />
Ugh. Yuck.<br />
Everyone is a fucking faggot.<br />
No one on earth has a brain, everyone on earth has a bullet.Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-17817553534388453972010-09-14T22:25:00.002+10:002011-04-20T02:30:54.141+10:00mi encanta esta foto de las piernas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a trio of lovely latin ladies</div><div style="text-align: center;">drew me some bits and pieces </div><div style="text-align: center;">part of a picture each</div><div style="text-align: center;">una foto de las piernas y penes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="short_text" id="result_box"><span style="background-color: #e6ecf9; color: black;" title=""></span></span><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlR1YARGeQhDdBbWe-PlWO5E0xtvDjLpwvNw5n_XoBwUG_fDiP2R1Pfj8dvqu87NMs0_qO7gCgeYuR5nS368lZKxwI8JWLmFYi6TVTMRwvg3txNix2hSydw5dDx3nMtikLHuYG-s_zB8tB/s320/escanear0074.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i love pictures.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i love legs.</div>Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4697635501564520939.post-85563787597101404612010-09-13T17:06:00.002+10:002010-09-13T17:09:50.927+10:00burnin down tha house...<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a set of sort of <br />
star-crossed lovers<br />
a forbidden fruit lies<br />
on the other side of time<br />
<br />
the distance is not great<br />
enough to close the gate<br />
on stands on sleeper left<br />
the other sleeper right<br />
<br />
they face each other and wish<br />
and wait<br />
they don’t touch each other<br />
though they both<br />
with they would<br />
<br />
how and why and when<br />
could it should it would it <br />
work<br />
she sticks her head<br />
straight in the sandpit<br />
get the fuck out of my treehouse<br />
<br />
he wants to burn it down<br />
the honest and hard-working <br />
hardwood house<br />
her father has-been<br />
building.</div>Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076359955985318691noreply@blogger.com0