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  • #31
    Shain Gandee from MTV's Buckwild dead at 21

    http://entertainment.time.com/2013/0...ld-dead-at-21/
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    • #32
      Originally posted by Frey View Post
      fair warning guys I just dropped acid so if I post anything out of the ordinary for me just ignore it or get a mod to delete it, thank you.
      Eh, last time I dosed I ate a ten strip over a five hour period and was up for two days. I went for a walk in this park near where I had an apartment and tripped balls for like three hours. It was like stepping into a Vermeer painting. I sat on the bank of this small sluggish river and the water kept turning puuuuuurple and the moon came out, and the moon was like "Hi, i'm the moooooooon." and I'm like, "I know you're the moon could you maybe stop shining so bright and spinning around in the sky so much because I'm really getting dizzy." Then the moon did some very fine aerial acrobatics, for which I oooooed and ahhhhhed appropriately enough. Then the moon hid behind some clouds and turned them all silvery, and then it would pop out again and be Like "HI!' and I'd be like Oooooof. And then it just seemed like I was going alittle mad with the moon and the crazy park so I walked toward home and there was this traffic light that turned RED and I'm like "You're almost as big a show-off as the moon, and then these sparks started jumping from the edges of my vision and the everything got really slow and frame by frame movie like, so I walked home and it seemed like it took forever to walk there. I got into my apartment and closed the door and put on some Bjork and Bjork is singing "all ish full ov luuuuuuf," and I'm like, "I know, baby." and then the windows fell off the walls and the light fixture in the center of my ceiling began to move around maybe way more than I expected it to, and then the ceiling opened up and became all pink and celestial blue and really really seemed to just keep opening up until it was all infinity and eternity wrapped into one. And feeling very small indeed and more than alittle rattled, I figured it might be an opportune time to hide under the covers. So I'm in my bed thinking about the ice cubes in the ice tray in the freezer maybe way too much when I get the idea in my head that there are a whole bunch of ?people? standing in a circle around my bed, so I burrow a little deeperunder the covers and curl up into a ball and everything is rather peaceful and warm and fetus like until these two pig farmers from the bottom of my psyche start talking to me about this and that, and they tell me their names, but the names don't really stick with me, so I tell them that maybe they should vacate the jpremises because I'm trying to have a respectable life, but they say "Uh-uh, we're stayin'" which is kind of a drag to hear but really of no consequence under the present circumstance, so I roll over and attempt to sleep, but that's IMPOSSIBLE so I get up and ramble around the apartment and then outside and then back inside and then outside and around the block and back inside and then around the apartment, and everything is rather cool and trippy and totally psy-co-del-ic, but after a few minutes or hours the whole experience starts to get boring, so I figure I'll eat another hit to see what happens, so i'm unwrapping the little tinfoil square when a voice says "Do you really think that's a good idea?" and I think probably not. So by this time it's early morning, so I go to a convenience store to buy a coffee and I'm thinking that you couldn't wipe the smile off my face with a shovel and everyone I talk to smiles a lot and is very pleasant as if they are in on the whole thing, so i'm feeling very good and very connected even though the streets and the stores and everything seems a little dirty and a little shabby and I just think that maybe I should get a mop and a rag and a bucket and clean everything up, but I'm a bit too tired and jagged edge speedy to be completely sold on the idea, so i'm outside drinking my coffee which is the best coffee ever made before or since, and the cars are moving by little huge shiny bugs which doesn't seem outrageous at all, so I go back to the park and take off my shoes and socks and put my feet in the water and that is lovely lovely lovely.

      The balance of the day runs in a similar manner, and the next day, too, only a little less so.

      Still, there is something very creepy and demonic about acid.

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      • #33

        52 Hookers and Counting....

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        • #34
          Originally posted by Jack the Pin View Post
          Eh, last time I dosed I ate a ten strip over a five hour period and was up for two days. I went for a walk in this park near where I had an apartment and tripped balls for like three hours. It was like stepping into a Vermeer painting. I sat on the bank of this small sluggish river and the water kept turning puuuuuurple and the moon came out, and the moon was like "Hi, i'm the moooooooon." and I'm like, "I know you're the moon could you maybe stop shining so bright and spinning around in the sky so much because I'm really getting dizzy." Then the moon did some very fine aerial acrobatics, for which I oooooed and ahhhhhed appropriately enough. Then the moon hid behind some clouds and turned them all silvery, and then it would pop out again and be Like "HI!' and I'd be like Oooooof. And then it just seemed like I was going alittle mad with the moon and the crazy park so I walked toward home and there was this traffic light that turned RED and I'm like "You're almost as big a show-off as the moon, and then these sparks started jumping from the edges of my vision and the everything got really slow and frame by frame movie like, so I walked home and it seemed like it took forever to walk there. I got into my apartment and closed the door and put on some Bjork and Bjork is singing "all ish full ov luuuuuuf," and I'm like, "I know, baby." and then the windows fell off the walls and the light fixture in the center of my ceiling began to move around maybe way more than I expected it to, and then the ceiling opened up and became all pink and celestial blue and really really seemed to just keep opening up until it was all infinity and eternity wrapped into one. And feeling very small indeed and more than alittle rattled, I figured it might be an opportune time to hide under the covers. So I'm in my bed thinking about the ice cubes in the ice tray in the freezer maybe way too much when I get the idea in my head that there are a whole bunch of ?people? standing in a circle around my bed, so I burrow a little deeperunder the covers and curl up into a ball and everything is rather peaceful and warm and fetus like until these two pig farmers from the bottom of my psyche start talking to me about this and that, and they tell me their names, but the names don't really stick with me, so I tell them that maybe they should vacate the jpremises because I'm trying to have a respectable life, but they say "Uh-uh, we're stayin'" which is kind of a drag to hear but really of no consequence under the present circumstance, so I roll over and attempt to sleep, but that's IMPOSSIBLE so I get up and ramble around the apartment and then outside and then back inside and then outside and around the block and back inside and then around the apartment, and everything is rather cool and trippy and totally psy-co-del-ic, but after a few minutes or hours the whole experience starts to get boring, so I figure I'll eat another hit to see what happens, so i'm unwrapping the little tinfoil square when a voice says "Do you really think that's a good idea?" and I think probably not. So by this time it's early morning, so I go to a convenience store to buy a coffee and I'm thinking that you couldn't wipe the smile off my face with a shovel and everyone I talk to smiles a lot and is very pleasant as if they are in on the whole thing, so i'm feeling very good and very connected even though the streets and the stores and everything seems a little dirty and a little shabby and I just think that maybe I should get a mop and a rag and a bucket and clean everything up, but I'm a bit too tired and jagged edge speedy to be completely sold on the idea, so i'm outside drinking my coffee which is the best coffee ever made before or since, and the cars are moving by little huge shiny bugs which doesn't seem outrageous at all, so I go back to the park and take off my shoes and socks and put my feet in the water and that is lovely lovely lovely.

          The balance of the day runs in a similar manner, and the next day, too, only a little less so.

          Still, there is something very creepy and demonic about acid.
          ^^^ This is what you get when you cross Charles Bukowski, Douglas Adams, and Hunter S. Thompson. I would read your book Jack. I would read your book...

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          • #35
            Some stool sample just got stabbed and killed in town. He was 21. I don't know him, or ever heard of him, so I couldn't give two fucks, but the amount of people fighting over it is very amusing. Ahhh Facebook, hours of entertainment.
            "Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side, which he never shows to anybody. If, he can help it." -- Mark Twain





            "I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature." -- Adolf Hitler


            You are a sadistic, volatile and all over out of control internet cruise missile, that's what you are, Oxley.
            Do you have American animals in your Zoo's? Like Bears, Elephants and Giraffes?
            My little idiot..

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            • #36
              Originally posted by oxley View Post
              Some stool sample just got stabbed and killed in town. He was 21. I don't know him, or ever heard of him, so I couldn't give two fucks, but the amount of people fighting over it is very amusing. Ahhh Facebook, hours of entertainment.
              you never talk to me on facebook asshole!

              After giving it some thought I have decided to go back into writing and see where I go this time. I am a published author now and I want to see what happens.

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              • #37
                Originally posted by Jack the Pin View Post
                Eh, last time I dosed I ate a ten strip over a five hour period and was up for two days. I went for a walk in this park near where I had an apartment and tripped balls for like three hours. It was like stepping into a Vermeer painting. I sat on the bank of this small sluggish river and the water kept turning puuuuuurple and the moon came out, and the moon was like "Hi, i'm the moooooooon." and I'm like, "I know you're the moon could you maybe stop shining so bright and spinning around in the sky so much because I'm really getting dizzy." Then the moon did some very fine aerial acrobatics, for which I oooooed and ahhhhhed appropriately enough. Then the moon hid behind some clouds and turned them all silvery, and then it would pop out again and be Like "HI!' and I'd be like Oooooof. And then it just seemed like I was going alittle mad with the moon and the crazy park so I walked toward home and there was this traffic light that turned RED and I'm like "You're almost as big a show-off as the moon, and then these sparks started jumping from the edges of my vision and the everything got really slow and frame by frame movie like, so I walked home and it seemed like it took forever to walk there. I got into my apartment and closed the door and put on some Bjork and Bjork is singing "all ish full ov luuuuuuf," and I'm like, "I know, baby." and then the windows fell off the walls and the light fixture in the center of my ceiling began to move around maybe way more than I expected it to, and then the ceiling opened up and became all pink and celestial blue and really really seemed to just keep opening up until it was all infinity and eternity wrapped into one. And feeling very small indeed and more than alittle rattled, I figured it might be an opportune time to hide under the covers. So I'm in my bed thinking about the ice cubes in the ice tray in the freezer maybe way too much when I get the idea in my head that there are a whole bunch of ?people? standing in a circle around my bed, so I burrow a little deeperunder the covers and curl up into a ball and everything is rather peaceful and warm and fetus like until these two pig farmers from the bottom of my psyche start talking to me about this and that, and they tell me their names, but the names don't really stick with me, so I tell them that maybe they should vacate the jpremises because I'm trying to have a respectable life, but they say "Uh-uh, we're stayin'" which is kind of a drag to hear but really of no consequence under the present circumstance, so I roll over and attempt to sleep, but that's IMPOSSIBLE so I get up and ramble around the apartment and then outside and then back inside and then outside and around the block and back inside and then around the apartment, and everything is rather cool and trippy and totally psy-co-del-ic, but after a few minutes or hours the whole experience starts to get boring, so I figure I'll eat another hit to see what happens, so i'm unwrapping the little tinfoil square when a voice says "Do you really think that's a good idea?" and I think probably not. So by this time it's early morning, so I go to a convenience store to buy a coffee and I'm thinking that you couldn't wipe the smile off my face with a shovel and everyone I talk to smiles a lot and is very pleasant as if they are in on the whole thing, so i'm feeling very good and very connected even though the streets and the stores and everything seems a little dirty and a little shabby and I just think that maybe I should get a mop and a rag and a bucket and clean everything up, but I'm a bit too tired and jagged edge speedy to be completely sold on the idea, so i'm outside drinking my coffee which is the best coffee ever made before or since, and the cars are moving by little huge shiny bugs which doesn't seem outrageous at all, so I go back to the park and take off my shoes and socks and put my feet in the water and that is lovely lovely lovely.

                The balance of the day runs in a similar manner, and the next day, too, only a little less so.

                Still, there is something very creepy and demonic about acid.
                that just fucked me up and hurt my head

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                • #38
                  Originally posted by Frey View Post
                  you never talk to me on facebook asshole!

                  After giving it some thought I have decided to go back into writing and see where I go this time. I am a published author now and I want to see what happens.
                  I only talk to people I like man?

                  And I saw that post. I was trying to come up with some typical Oxley smart ass liner but I had nothing. And I didn't like it in fear you'd attempt conversation.
                  "Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side, which he never shows to anybody. If, he can help it." -- Mark Twain





                  "I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature." -- Adolf Hitler


                  You are a sadistic, volatile and all over out of control internet cruise missile, that's what you are, Oxley.
                  Do you have American animals in your Zoo's? Like Bears, Elephants and Giraffes?
                  My little idiot..

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                  • #39

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                    • #40
                      "Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side, which he never shows to anybody. If, he can help it." -- Mark Twain





                      "I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature." -- Adolf Hitler


                      You are a sadistic, volatile and all over out of control internet cruise missile, that's what you are, Oxley.
                      Do you have American animals in your Zoo's? Like Bears, Elephants and Giraffes?
                      My little idiot..

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                      • #41
                        Originally posted by oxley View Post

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                        • #42
                          Originally posted by Frey View Post
                          you never talk to me on facebook asshole!

                          After giving it some thought I have decided to go back into writing and see where I go this time. I am a published author now and I want to see what happens.
                          You go broseph! I wish I could write but I'm terrible at it. I used to write poetry when I was really big into Something Corporate and Bright Eyes and for awhile I thought it was good until I read it again a few years later and thought, "this must never see the light of day."

                          My Harry Potter gay porn fan fiction wasn't half bad for having written it when I was 16.

                          My dad is a great writer. He has so many poems and half written books that I wish he would put together and have published. I've often thought about submitting his work to magazines and if they accept it then it may give him some confidence.

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                          • #43
                            Originally posted by Dat Puff
                            The Fall +3
                            Le Samouraï +3
                            God's Lonely Man +2
                            10 To Midnight +2
                            Memories of Murder (2003) Joon-ho Bong +3
                            The Adventures of Baron Munchausen +3
                            Memories of a Murder > Zodiac

                            LS reminds me of Drive, or the other way around.

                            Originally posted by Jayy
                            Mulholland Drive - David Lynch is seriously fucked in the head.
                            Personal favorite. Great, great, film; the cowboy has no eyebrows.

                            inhale
                            ...

                            .
                            exhale

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                            • #44
                              Pulled an all nighter studying for a american government test today, waited until about three to start. Was too busy playing Tomb Raider, lol. But is it May yet?
                              “I know you’re ‘good’ people. I know you mean well… But you just didn’t think it through…. There is only one path to peace… Your extermination.” - Ultron (Avengers: Age of Ultron)

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                              • #45
                                Originally posted by Ultimate High View Post
                                Memories of a Murder > Zodiac

                                LS reminds me of Drive, or the other way around.
                                I was just thinking that.

                                [YOUTUBE]5qPv3ZZWsxE[/YOUTUBE]

                                52 Hookers and Counting....

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