hello goodbye
dear tumblr,
I am sorry to inform you that you’ve become painfully boring. More work than pleasure. More a chore than an activity of leisure. It’s not you, it’s me.
Goodbye forever, as this will be my last, my final post.
Sincerely,
luckysix
I really don’t want this page to dominated by spawn of MSPaint. How tasteless, you say. I can see the look of repulsion of this crude vulgarity in your eyes. I have already told you this doesn’t make me proud… but what can I do? It is just too good. Too much for my weak constitution to resist. If there was a way out, I would have taken it. Alas, there isn’t, and never will be. So, here I am- with another fucking MSPaint comic. sigh
EDIT: and it’s too fucking small to see. Such is my life. Fuck
EDIT2: try this link- http://beachestatelagunareal.com/comics/1286257391925.jpg
Pure gold.
Something of a still-image follow-up to the previous post, this illustrates how great creativity does not require great production to manifest into something awesome. Also, someone please make more of these for my personal enjoyment. Thanks in advance.
Justice- “Stress” ; Dir. Romain-Gavras
Notice the perfect cinematography for this aggravating song. The subtly central mise-en-scene and active yet simple narrative of French street youths make this a charged and compelling video, but these are not the reason I draw your attention to it.
Though the relatively simple video is irrelevant in any high-brow issues such as race, gender, class, or anything taught to be of importance in the lecture hall, it is remains a video worth watching as it shows high-level creativity on a low budget can easily trump the exercises in catering to the lowest common denominator pushed out by Hollywood’s harem of pop music whores (i.e. Bieber, 50 cent, etc). There is no booty shaking, no making it rain, and no generic dance choreography.
For the sake of preventing the degeneration of aesthetic taste in music video, more videos like these need to be made.
Every time I drive to school, I go through St. Louis. When I go through St. Louis, I have to cross this bridge that goes over some industrial-looking river. On the turn lane for the bridge that crosses the river, it is usually quite crowded with a line of cars. There are always cars that cut into the line at the last moment and I despise both those cars and the cars that let them cut in. Anyways, the slow traffic in that turn lane allows one to observe the surrounding scenery. That Arch thing, etc etc. But more interesting objects of aesthetic masterpiece exist. By an extremely run-down and decrepit building and under a shady underpass, among anonymous graffiti and abundant litter, there is what appears to be a shark mural. It’s about 25 ft from the freeway. It has always fascinated me. It’s non-sequiturian mystique. It’s penultimate randomness. At last, I have captured it on film.

