Ok, as those of you who have read and contributed in my other idea thread know, I am doing a solo ambient/weird stuff gig in July.
In this thread I want to steal stuff you say and put together as the vocal part of my performance.
the working title of this performance is Immanentize the Sleskathon.
(Slesk is a nickname of mine)
WHat say you, good people?
WHAT
do you wear when you perform?
"May butts be upon you."
Clear the hanger, prepare for SPACE DOCK.
From a conversation with daniel ouellette earlier today.
Me: i just want a fucking werewolf movie without goddamn vampires!
Daniel: can record that? You seem pretty angry about it.
Ill see if i can get you a sound clip of us both saying our lines.
I frequently say things like:
Close enough for government work.
Safety never takes a vacation!
It's always in the last place you look.
Your FACE is *blank*.
This is why daddy has to DRINK to RELAX. (stolen from Venture Bros.)
Man, its like that bathroom was Hiroshima and my ass was the US Air Force. Don't go in there.
OH YEAH I'LL GET RIGHT ON THAT.
It burns!
Several authors have noted an apparent paradox; that, as the volume of research evidence has increased, so it's impact on policy has diminished
Frosted butts.
murderous messiahs pursue pariahs
demonic devilry, rambunctious revelry
hybrid hellhounds hungry hounding
putrid pilgrims pummelled, pounding
edited to fix meter.
Quote from: E.O.T. on May 16, 2012, 03:55:06 PM
WHAT
do you wear when you perform?
http://www.american-buddha.com/aeyes22a.jpg NSFW
All others: keep'em coming! :)
Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctified temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods — the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.
Quote from: Al "Fuck Legumes" Ty on May 17, 2012, 01:47:25 AM
I frequently say things like:
Close enough for government work.
Safety never takes a vacation!
It's always in the last place you look.
Your FACE is *blank*.
This is why daddy has to DRINK to RELAX. (stolen from Venture Bros.)
Man, its like that bathroom was Hiroshima and my ass was the US Air Force. Don't go in there.
OH YEAH I'LL GET RIGHT ON THAT.
It burns!
"Your crying is why Mommy drinks".
"The reality is"
"You keep talking but I can hear is words, words, words."
"You did this. This is your fault. You know that, right?"
FUCKING CUNTING FIDDLESTICKS!
Get busy with the Rizzlas
meanwhile, back in the real world...
If I don't see a zombie apocalypse before I die, I'm hitting god for a refund
This looks so frickin' awesome when put together. I might cut&slice a bit. But god damn it fits the mood of the basic music perfectly!
You guys are Awesome.