Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Again and again and again



And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free

Ollyphant.



Fighting his demons baby

The horror, the horror...

Headblast

Shakespeare Never Did This

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Monday, November 29, 2010

Tyler interview.



HST interviews Porn Star and writer Tyler Knight

here . com

Guy at the end

Rollercoaster_girl_pukes

runs the world.

Do it.

nevver:  Be Stupid - Go Shopping

Im sure its not

(via fuckthegifs, l3m)

what you think, but this is kinda fucked up regardless.

Woah.

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The headrest.

my universe.

HAHA!


I might have only made 0.9 distance but you should have seen this mopther fucker break dance.

brilliant shit . com

a VERY questionable post.



Strange.

Black Ops.



Best gif ever made.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

fuck

it.

Aint no thang.

Bob and the God.


Get ya copy here for

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Damn.

Rigel

Tyra Rocks.

Bog Bodies


http://timesonline.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/11/21_07_2006_2005.jpg

The term bog bodies (or bog people) is used to refer to human burials, some likely sacrificed, placed within peat bogs of Denmark, Germany, Holland, Britain, and Ireland and naturally mummified. The highly acidic peat acts as a remarkable preservative, leaving the clothing and skin intact, and creating poignant and memorable images of people of the past.

tales from the bog . com

Terminator 2



every thing about this movie is gangster.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

African Child.

remember laughing so fucking hard when i first saw this episode .

deal with it.

A call to the Spaniards!




Lyrics to Miénteme Bien
:

Si me mientes susurrando a fuego lento
Justo aquí bien pegadita a mi boca
No sabré si golpearte con mis pechos
O si dejarme arrastrar noche abajo de nuevo
hacia otra madrugada bohemia,

Reconozco que me enloquecen tus carnes
Reconoce que te enamoran las mías,
Así que si me mientes casi dentro de mi boca
Te regalo el resto de mis días,

Y es que hay mentiras que sientan tan bien
Que parecen verdades ocultas
Con secretos que endulzan la hiel
De las noches más tremendas y más oscuras

Así que si me mientes
Miénteme bien.
Porque hoy quiero engañarme de nuevo,
Ya no reino en esas noches orgullosas
En las que acabo amaneciendo triste y sola.

---

Can any one translate or know of a translation to this madness, i promise you something cool if you do - drop me a line here; ben@alternativereel.com

They have found

the culprit.

Tiger Style.

Deal with it.

WOW urban Spain nudist naked Barcelona  people

this guy knows what he is fucking

talking about . com

Cold Leftovers.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Our Girl.

A Topless Video from Viki Davis on Vimeo.

HST feature Vain Viki rambles some madness with her cans out - yew!

Bring the ruckus

Ruy Lopez

Title Page from Ruy Lopez' 1561 book.

It is triply ironic that the Spanish Opening, which begins 1. e4 e5 2. Nf3 Nc6 3. Bb5, is often called the Ruy López. In 1561 the Spanish priest described this opening systematically in his 1561 book, Libro de la invención liberal y arte del juego del Axedrez. López wrote this book in part to refute the first European chess book by Portugal’s Damiano fifty years earlier.

If you do not recognize the word for ‘chess’ in his title, this is because López was following the lead of Damiano, who claimed that the game was invented by Xerxes of ancient Persia, the 16th century Spanish word for chess being ‘axedrez’ after Xerxes.

It is difficult to overestimate Ruy López’ impact on chess. The 1890 edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica claims, “Of López it may be said that he was the first who merits the name of chess analyst, as he gives reasons for his different variations in the openings, and for holding different opinions from his predecessor Damiano.” It was Ruy López who introduced the word ‘gambit’ and it was he who proposed the modern 50-move draw rule that exists today.

and so it is . com

Les Dessins de Denis

Picture Ditch










Thursday, November 25, 2010

Lee Marvin



Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello
Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go
I was born under a wandrin' star
A wandrin' wandrin' star

(Life can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry)
(Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry)
(Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to)
(Which with any luck will never come true)
(I was born under a wandrin' star)

This weeks most played











Damn... Now thats a fucking playlist.

Comedy



Black People Love Us!

We are well-liked by Black people so we're psyched (since lots of Black people don't like lots of White people)!! We thought it'd be cool to honor our exceptional status with a ROCKIN' domain name and a killer website!!

getting a grip . com

If we dont, remember me



“I got some bad ideas in my head.”

Taxi Driver (1976)


A GPOY

darkspirit:  Dog Trouble

"Its okay, just ignore that shit and keep on walking, eyes straight ahead, every thing is fine. Some one will come and help me soon enough, im sure of it."

Lamebook

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Ziggy

Pervart

“Church Property”This print is available in a limited run of 10 at A3 size and 1 A2 Artists Proof print. bennewmanartprints

as ive always said about art, the lower the brow

the better . com

Oli Reed.

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I might get drunk one day and fall in love or fall over a hooker outside, and I would have consummated a relationship that I couldn't necessarily believe in.

Oliver Reed


a wild man . com

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Can you feel me?



FUCK if you can feel me or not.

Power of a back hander.



"Stop you from getting bashed, or laughed at"

Monday, November 22, 2010

Travy Boy.



Wizard: Look at it this way. A man takes a job, you know? And that job - I mean, like that - That becomes what he is. You know, like - You do a thing and that's what you are. Like I've been a cabbie for thirteen years. Ten years at night. I still don't own my own cab. You know why? Because I don't want to. That must be what I want. To be on the night shift drivin' somebody else's cab. You understand? I mean, you become - You get a job, you become the job. One guy lives in Brooklyn. One guy lives in Sutton Place. You got a lawyer. Another guy's a doctor. Another guy dies. Another guy gets well. People are born, y'know? I envy you, your youth. Go on, get laid, get drunk. Do anything. You got no choice, anyway. I mean, we're all fucked. More or less, ya know.

Travis Bickle: I don't know. That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard.

Wizard: It's not Bertrand Russell. But what do you want? I'm a cabbie. What do I know? I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about.

Travis Bickle: Maybe I don't know either.

Ram of a day

Dont do it.

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Dogs arnt cats




She actually seemed to like throwing up. To the simple dog, throwing up was like some magical power that she never knew she possessed - the ability to create infinite food. I was less excited about the discovery because it turned my dog into a horrible, vomit-making perpetual motion machine. Whenever I heard her retch in the backseat, I had to pull over as quickly as possible to prevent her from reloading her stomach and starting the whole cycle over again.

But as far as the simple dog was concerned, it was the best, most exciting day of her life.

basic instructions . com

Headache

Sunday, November 21, 2010

this song


will GUARANTEE you pussy... Seriously

Pie.

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Food one


Friday, November 19, 2010

The great G

Original cover art

The cover of The Great Gatsby is among the most celebrated pieces of jacket art in American literature. A little-known artist named Francis Cugat was commissioned to illustrate the book while Fitzgerald was in the midst of writing it. The cover was completed before the novel, with Fitzgerald so enamored of it that he told his publisher he had "written it into" the novel.

After several initial sketches of various completeness, Cugat produced the Art Deco-style gouache of a pair of eyes hovering over the bright lights of an amusement park. The woman has lips and no nose. Descending from the right eye is a green tear. The irises depict a pair of reclining nudes.

Fitzgerald's remarks about incorporating the painting into the novel led to the interpretation that the eyes are reminiscent of those of Dr. T. J. Eckleburg (the novel's erstwhile proprietor of a faded commercial billboard near George Wilson's auto-repair shop) which Fitzgerald described as "blue and gigantic — their irises are one yard high. They look out of no face, but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a non-existent nose." Although this passage has some resemblance to the painting, a closer explanation can be found in the description of Daisy Buchanan as the "girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs".


Friday music.







Strangely hypnotised



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When a Civil Liberties professor finds herself offended by a student's skimpy clothes, she's caught between theory and reality. When is clothing inappropriate? And can a professor ever say so?

The writer in question, a professor who teaches on Civil Liberties, feminist history and opposes dress codes, does not think of herself as someone who'd object to a student's clothes. A former hippie, she's done her share of iconoclastic dressing. And yet, when a student approaches her in front of the class, she's taken aback. Writes Jill Silos-Rooney,

It wasn't our conversation that threw me; it was her clothing. Or, rather, lack thereof. My young student wore a tight-fitting, scoop-necked, midriff-baring T-shirt, with an obvious Wonderbra displaying her assets. She also wore jeans, but not in the sense that I used to wear jeans growing up, when Levi's, Lee, and Wrangler were the only brands (except for the brief "designer jean" fad). The jeans my student wore were tight and slung so low they could have been an advertisement for the salon that did her bikini wax. In fact, I've seen more modest bikinis on Brazilian models.

Scaintily clad . com

Fruit Juice.

imakesexgifs:  Jenna Haze

Zapotec Poet Natalia Toledo

Natalia Toledo

Natalia Toledo Paz (born in Juchitán de Zaragoza, Oaxaca; 1968) is a Mexican poet writing in Spanish and Zapotec.

She is daughter of the painter Francisco Toledo and sister of Dr Lakra. She studied in Casa de la Cultura de Juchitán and Sociedad General de Escritores de México (the General Society of Writers of Mexico, SOGEM). She has been a scholar of Fondo Nacional para la Cultura y las Artes (the National Fund for Culture and for the Arts, FONCA) (1994-1995; 2001-2002), and Fondo Estatal para la Cultura y las Artes de Oaxaca (the Fund for Culture and for the Arts of Oaxaca, FOESCA) (1995-1996). She is the president of Patronato de la Casa de la Cultura de Juchitán (Fund of the House of Culture of Juchitán).

i cant read em but i dont give a fuck . com

Thursday, November 18, 2010

 
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