steve wrote:So far:

Yut = Wernheim Zackariah = Claytron
Claytron =/= Clayton
Claytron = Claytron
Zappatistas =/= Zappatistas UK
Butch Vig =/= PJ Harvey
Satellite dish = Guitar
Phyllis's =~= has pool table (uncertainty expressed by probability of .6)
` =/= '

I think we need a few more data points before any head asplode.

shevek wrote:well i just stumbled outta the empty bottle

after some painfully sincere 'bright-eye'-d scottish band's set, yawn

shevek wrote:I think it would be awesome if like everybody took on dummy account personas for Halloween or something. the results could be hysterical, like if everyone just chose a character.

tommydski wrote:This latest incarnation of Yut isn't a patch on his old ones.

Yut and Wernheim Zackariah were pretty fucking hilarious if you understood that they were joke accounts. He really got into those characters. Of all the internet persona on this forum, his was at least a reasonably convincing one because I have met people with similar traits.

Salut, crazy bastard behind Yut account!

G-thagoras wrote:

Isabelle Gall wrote:
'Acoustical properties', of yr mom

Damn, just when I thought I wasn`t going to post on here anymore, and that this thread will slowly die... I don`t know why you gotta bring the mom into this.

I think it would be awesome if like everybody took on dummy account personas for Halloween or something. the results could be hysterical, like if everyone just chose a character.

I am impenetrable, and a veritably reliant plymouth rock upon which you shall build a new exoskeletal foundation for your ancestors, namely, Leo the lip and Norman "Turkey" Stearnes.. I imploded the heavens, turned it inside out into a black hole and dropped out of it as a corn-encrusted nougat nugget made out of caramel and nugent.

The time is right for heaven and earth to open up and become my great open cathedral. Ecstatic visions will most likely and undoubtedly be had whilst prancing about an open cracklin' rosing camp-fire, naked with finger cymbals in hand in a ritual for some pagan wiccan sun goddess, whom i will never understand? How can I confidently gallop across shamanic dreamworlds with said mystery tramp in tow and be able to fill in the awkward silences? Her exotic cornucopic daydreams do not prevent her from being small-town bourgeois at heart. Her passion for luxury does not prevent her from revealing a peasant hardness, a strain of rustic practicality for rich corinthian leather. Will this digital forum exist in 150 years time? All we are is dust in the wind in the jasmine of my mind.

Flaneur wrote:

shevek wrote:well i just stumbled outta the empty bottle

after some painfully sincere 'bright-eye'-d scottish band's set, yawn

But did you see The Sharks before them?

scary bodega wrote:

alex maiolo wrote:Damn, I was just getting ready to ask if s/he was keen


-A

That was frickin great. Surprisingly clever. Has everyone else already seen this thing like two years ago? How did I miss it? Thanks Alex.