once a week is ample appreciation thread

bummed this dude only posts once a week now-- can ppl post links to his posts itt?

unless that's creepey then ok just delete this thread.

Enter The Void by Gaspar Noé

OAWIA is LJ

yes.

ILM'S TOP 77 TRACKS of 2011 (Los resultados!) I enjoyed this.

h8s beatz, ban lj from ilm.

☰☰☭☰☰ SHEFFIELD UNITED ☰☰☭☰☰ THE OFFICIAL THREAD ☰☰☭☰☰

not new sightings, but maybe new if you are not a ☰☰☭☰☰ SHEFFIELD UNITED ☰☰☭☰☰ fan

http://i.imgur.com/UpJvk.gif

Crosses, swastikas, Zone-mandalas, how can they not speak to Slothrop? He's sat in Säure Bummer's kitchen, the air streaming with kif moirés, reading soup recipes and finding in every bone and cabbage leaf paraphrases of himself . . . news flashes, names of wheelhorses that will pay him off enough for a certain getaway . . . He used to pick and shovel at the spring roads of Berkshire, April afternoons he's lost, "Chapter 81 work," they called it, following the scraper that clears the winter's crystal attack-from-within, its white necropolizing . . . picking up rusted beer cans, rubbers yellow with preterite seed, Kleenex wadded to brain shapes hiding preterite snot, preterite tears, newspapers, broken glass, pieces of automobile, days when in superstition and fright he could make it all fit, seeing clearly in each an entry in a record, a history: his own, his winter's, his country's . . . instructing him, dunce and drifter, in ways deeper than he can explain, have been faces of children out the train windows, two bars of dance music somewhere, in some other street at night, needles and branches of a pine tree shaken clear and luminous against night clouds, one circuit diagram out of hundreds in a smudged yellowing sheaf, laughter out of a cornfield in the early morning as he was walking to school, the idling of a motorcycle at one dusk-heavy hour of the summer . . . and now, in the Zone, later in the day he became a crossroad, after a heavy rain he doesn't recall, Slothrop sees a very thick rainbow here, a stout rainbow cock driven down out of pubic clouds into Earth, green wet valleyed Earth, and his chest fills and he stands crying, not a thing in his head, just feeling natural. . . .

happy new year, lj

imago?

Nah imago is the poster formerly known as POTTERY

Oh ffs