There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Primera fotografía de la Tierra y la Luna capturada por la sonda Voyager 1 a 11.66 millones de kilómetros de la Tierra el 18 de Septiembre de 1977
Messer Chups - Super Megera
Johnny Cash - Sea Of Heartbreak
The Zombies - She’s Not There
Now! de Santiago Alvarez
El valor de escribir bien, idiota. Visto en Microsiervos
Gershon Kingsley - Popcorn
“How well her name an Army doth present,
In whom the Lord of hosts did pitch his tent!”.
El Templo, de George Herbert.
Korla Pandit - Miserlou
Exotic Nippon
Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish — a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow — to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested…
Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
—Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the ’80s
