Criptic Critic Conscience and Known for it
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
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Friday, December 9, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
"...did the nazi terror lose the war but, in the end, win the peace? This peace based on 'the balance of terror' not only between the East and the West but also between the forms and figures of an aesthetics of disappearance that would come to characterize the whole fin de siecle"
Paul Virilio, Art and Fear. Page 16
http://books.google.co.nz/books?id=kS0LfMrfpe8C&pg=PA16&lpg=PA16&dq=virilio+the+west+won+the+nazis+won+the+peace&source=bl&ots=C9dh2sgWR2&sig=gzFPYUhm7tw-03fFQmVrD6AxBd0&hl=en&ei=X1rfTsPnJaahiAe10YHCBQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&sqi=2&ved=0CBsQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q&f=false
http://books.google.co.nz/books?id=kS0LfMrfpe8C&pg=PA16&lpg=PA16&dq=virilio+the+west+won+the+nazis+won+the+peace&source=bl&ots=C9dh2sgWR2&sig=gzFPYUhm7tw-03fFQmVrD6AxBd0&hl=en&ei=X1rfTsPnJaahiAe10YHCBQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&sqi=2&ved=0CBsQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q&f=false
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Nadia Oh
I'm like a drug and you're addicted
It's party time
It's your time
It's party time
It's your time
It's the weekend
I'm like a hard drug that'll keep you hooked
so mad drive you insane
now don't you want to say my name
I know your name
I've got your number
i know your game
and now i wonder
if you want me
like i want you
I know your name
I've got your number
this is what dreams are made of
Most beautiful boy
crazyiest skin tone
might be Jamaican
maybe Asian
fuckin amazing
I know he knows has seen this movie before
he know his lines like Tarintino
Tell myself this boys a halo
really i know that this boy is no bueno
I like this boy but I know he's no bueno
Hot hot girls and
hot hot guys
purple cloud up in the sky
make it stick
yeah lick the paper
I think your shy
I'll show you what to do
I'll be your dog
come to you when you call me
just close your eyes
and dance with me tonight
party on table tops
and do the super model
so unforgetable
so unforgetable
so unforgetable
so unforgetable
so unforgetable
so unforgetable
rollin in the club
it's a happy meal
she's a beauty and a beast
she's phenomenal like an animal
bouncing off the bed and the walls yall
she needs her leash
follow me
take my hand and
follow me
all they want to know is
is that you
is that you
is that you
you got a body that
is hot like wow
I'm that type of girl
Are you that type of boy?
When i say that type of girl
it means I'm as nasty as I wana be
not what you tell me to be
cos I'm an independent girl
and I get what i want
and if I don't get it
it's cos I don't want it
I'm a hustler baby
aint where I'm from
is where I'm about to go
The rich rip off the system. And call it just business.
You are allowed to rip off the system as long as you make yourself rich. We applaud that. Right? Michael Fay, Bob Jones, and the other beneficiary's of our collective wealth.
Then there is the other side of life stylers, John is just trying to pay us all back for the welfare we provided when he needed it, same with Paula. They feel so terrible about ripping us off, they want to stop it happening ever again. Make themselves unique, like that Aboriginal Painting with all the Traditional Dots on it.
It's not John Key, or Paula, or Bill or even Shaples, it's a culture that we are addressing, selfishness and bullying are the stable to a diet of greed and it comes dressed in a pigs ear while saying it's silk.
This is what we have let our institutions become, because we seriously thought that we wouldn't let it go this low, that some one would call out bluff and take responsibility back again, for doing the right thing.
Thing is, by that stage we had moved the congratulations machine, away from that which needed encouragement to that which would like it. Industry took over unregulated un articulated and the commodity is King, talk to me in marketing.
Finally a jester risked their neck to mock the kings vanity, they lost their head, no one protected the jester from being detached from the warm body. There was no applause for the terrorist suspects who stand for us all against the tyranny raining down unabated as if humanity amounts to little more than a horses feed bag.
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