I watch Slow Horses for many reasons, but one of them is seeing how many syllables Gary Oldman can pack into the word “joe”
Shuddering at the very thought
Neighbourhood teens making a racket with their wild Nobel Prize for Literature announcement parties. A group’s been out in the street chanting “Gerald Fucking Murnane! Oi! Oi! Oi!” for the last twenty minutes. If Murakami gets it they’re gonna be overturning cars.
My contacts in the Swedish Academy have told me that 2024 is R. L. Stine’s year “in recognition of his dedication to the literature of oogedy boogedy and the spook-tacular.”
they banned me from steve hoffman forums for refusing to stop typing hifi as high figh. steve himself got involved
Very pleased to at last announce a major piece I’ve been thinking on for a while, an overview of the full-length work by the still deeply unique and much missed #Coil#Shfltheshfl.com/guide/Coil
Read Ned Raggett on Coil
New Opeth is actually late November. Why did I think it was October 11? Oh well.
You can provide the ewok orgasms for yourself