半支煙 pt 二

a fat gecko blog II

Friday 21 December 2012

Winter Solstice 2012.

Its thong yuen time again. Stuff meself full with glutinous balls...

Posted by Fat Gecko at 12:45 am

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A-side & B-Side : 45 RPM EP Track List

A Scene From A Memory (42)
Exploding Plastic Inevitable (112)
Indigo Blues (8)
Morning Lemon (5)
Pulp Fiction (3)
Songs For The Siren (6)
The Private Psychedelic Reel (8)

Anthology : 33 1/3 RPM LP Collection

Rarities : Outtakes & Demos EP

A Continuous Lean

Field of Dreams
3 weeks ago
deSMOnd Collection

Enterbay 1/6 "T-Bag" on Prison Break Pt.2
3 years ago
toyhaven

MezcoToyz 1:12 scale Golden Age Batman vs Two-Face Boxed Set
1 year ago
TOYSREVIL

CHAINSAW MAN Lego Anime Minifigures by DelsBricks
9 hours ago
半支煙 : a fatgecko blog pt.1

ThreeA ~ WWR : Supreme N.O.M. Commander White Mother.
11 years ago

Greatest Hits (& Misses) LP

2nd
Blue In Green
Buzz Ricksons
Denime
Evisu
Fullcount
Levi's Japan
Ooe-Yofukuten
Red Wing Shoe Japan
Redmoon
Retro To Go
Samurai Jeans
Studio D'artisan & SA
ThreeZero
Toys McCoy
WO3A
Warehouse
xl-shop

Spoken Words : Box Set LP

3A Legion Outpost Forum
onesixthwarriors
superfuture

The Crew

The Dark Knight

Marv

Hellboy.

Wonder Woman.

The Punisher.

Dredd.

John Constantine.

Credits :

Esther, Chloe, Dylan, parents, relatives, friends, songs, movies, books, comics, denims, leather goods, man-dolls, instant noodles, BBQ, sashimi, steamboat, Cap minyak kapak, Xanax, nicotine, insomnia, milk, pagoda t-shirt, Crocodile brief, Oxy 10, yong tou foo, one ton mee, fishball soup, dim sum, tortoises, monkey cups, and many others. Thanks, Fat G.

a 45 RPM Compilation.

Answers : because of the relationship between memory and the unfolding of time; because of the connection between the order of things and the strange intersection of events in the world; because of cultural undergrounds develop in the void left by the abdication of an official culture; because of what happens if you try and make the most of each day in life; because some things are remembered with clarity and some things are not; because we are all egotists who allow our feelings to dominate our lives; because we pay more attention to some things than others; because memory is deceptive; because it is coloured by the events of today; because life is a means of extracting fiction; because mundane incidents can often be elevated to fable; because history is man made; because each life makes its myths; because myths have a force that can never be entirely tamed by ironic aesthetic contemplation; because of the relationship between the world of the imagination and the real world; because if no-one tells the story there is no story; because memory is an internal rumour; because things moved forward one dull and/or exciting day at a time until time ran out; because we can't see other people's thoughts; because we like to know a lot that we aren't told; because freedom which on this earth can only be bought with a thousand of the hardest sacrifices must be enjoyed unrestrictedly in its fullness without any kind of programmatic calculation as long as it lasts; because the thriving city is just a few miles away from almost barren landscape; because time damages the memory and memory burns into time; because of, in a word, Novelty, even at the risk of vagueness; because people looked back at the way things happened as if they had happened exactly as remembered; because the modernist impulse of unrestraint had taken over popular thought and style; because blankness and minimalism are balms poured upon our overused optical nerves and overcrowded brain cells; because the source of information was permanently deficient; because we need someone to explain to us what happened; because clouds came and went without thunder and lightening; because we all live in a dream world; because we remember when we were young; because a fact is a fact; because of an inscrutable combination of audacity and innocence.

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