Monday, October 19, 2009

More classic joints for the archive

Screamo suck:



Funny and sadly true:



Questionable workout:



No explanation needed:

Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Salli Saddle

Gap is needed to keep pressure away from sensitive genitals:

Jigsaw - Sky High (1975) & Pilot - It's Magic (1974)

Fuck Fakebook. GBDH is back and here to archive the best of internets vid hits! Whatever.

It's time to get the fuck into stuff. You can either fuck stuff or be amazing.

YOU CHOOSE.



Appropriate use of wah-wah pedals (goto :47):



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Friday, April 03, 2009

The Hunger

Watch this video three times. It's excellent. I wish "they" made videos like this nowadays. Great backing track, so listen carefully, and follow all the lovely images:



"A lost love affair, ancient Egypt, pyramids and skies on fire, a young queen, magic, the afterlife, Anubis, the Underworld, Vampires... Music Video fantasy with a story. Lots of CG special effects. Take note, the costumes are deliberate. The muse wears a bit of ancient Egypt in the present... and the Egyptian queen wears something from the future. A clash of worlds and icons. The lead singer is forced to face his inner demons (a parody of vampire symbols). His hair is purposely messed up, his character in chaos. Produced & Directed by James Prince for Astaria Films."

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Babys -- Isn't It time

Had The Babys kept these three back up singers, they would have done even greater things. As it stands, this is one of the best songs on earth and goes deep into the essence of all things:

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Chew On This

Yes, we’ve gone overboard with the “bacon” thing, but who can blame us? Bacon is a powerful force and we are but disciples doing our part to spread the gustatory gospel. Each 3-1/4" x 2-1/2" x 3/4" tin contains twenty-two bacon flavored gumballs.
Check out the other delicious products, too!

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Part 1. By Idsvil Barva

PBS and the side fractals of your aura.
Colorized spectrum feather-tips,
exhausted at the actual edge of what we call matter.
I am magnetized by fleeting strollers of capable absorbants,
More so when when the promise is a certain plethora of "On and On..."
That is a better explanation.