Saturday, 17 December 2011

Banksy On The Vatican



The Banksy on Advertising post has been phenomenal for internet traffic here and I couldn't work out why. - I discovered the reason just now. 

His Cardinal Sin bust, with pixelated face was just donated to  an art gallery causing the usual outrage from Rome. Banksy responded "At this time of year it's easy to forget the true meaning of Christianity – the lies, the corruption, the abuse."

In further digital trigonometry the other post that wont stop pouring in internet traffic is my Vatican Bans Advertising, Endorses Child Pornography.


Just Pictures Of Jap Girls In Synthesis

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Do you remember a guy that's been, In such an early song, I've heard a rumour from Ground Control, Oh no, don't say it's true.   

They got a message from the Action Man,"I'm happy, hope you're happy too,I've loved all I've needed love, Sordid details following".   

The shrieking of nothing is killing, Just pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I, Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair, But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing. 

Ashes to ashes, funk to funky, We know Major Tom's a junkie, Strung out in heaven's high, Hitting an all-time low.

Time and again I tell myself, I'll stay clean tonight, But the little green wheels are following me, Oh no, not again, I'm stuck with a valuable friend, "I'm happy, hope you're happy too"
One flash of light but no smoking pistol.

I never done good things, I never done bad things, I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh, Want an axe to break the ice, Wanna come down right now. Ashes to ashes, funk to funky, We know Major Tom's a junkie, Strung out in heaven's high, Hitting an all-time low.

My mother said to get things done, You'd better not mess with Major Tom, My mother said to get things done, You'd better not mess with Major Tom, My mother said to get things done, You'd better not mess with Major Tom, My mother said to get things done, You'd better not mess with Major Tom.

Friday, 16 December 2011

You Are Not Peripheral




The felt presence of direct experience is the nexus of space and time that is completely unique to your existence. The rest is another roadside attraction.