Colin Raff

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Currently issued from Berlin, Colin Raff’s visual work is an ornamental annex to his literary corpus. His GIFs now permeate the internet, often swathed in anonymity, but are served freshly at http://zbags.tumblr.com/ and http://zestybagatelles.com/. Favourite topics include fictional nations, masked supercriminals ransacking opulent palaces, vibrant dentures, baroque mummies, and slugs.

Yes; at least one or two shorts certainly this year — despite issues of time and resources, it simply must happen, and what’s more, hash browns are superior to home fries.

Now try my pee.

joyofgif:

Currently issued from Berlin, Colin Raff’s visual work is an ornamental annex to his literary corpus. His GIFs now permeate the internet, often swathed in anonymity, but are served freshly at http://zbags.tumblr.com/ and http://zestybagatelles.com/. Favourite topics include fictional nations, masked supercriminals ransacking opulent palaces, vibrant dentures, baroque mummies, and slugs.

A guardian.co.uk article about the opening exhibits at the The Photographers’ Gallery in London, with my GIFs joyously visible.

And you have the inner strength to stand firm and say: “This is my skillet. I chlorinated it. I didn’t hand you any Kevlar polyps and that was my choice. I am what I am and proud. Don’t stoutch my pleäques.”
Anyone who doesn’t agree with this has no heart or was born before 2005. Baked potatoes are tasty

Do it now.

One day, a moody young pugilist confiscated her pet moth’s glass dentures and told it the dishes had better be clean once she got back. She took the tram to a strip club to meet her best friend, a dead goat reanimated via embarrassingly overt bionic implants. They both drank apple juice. Then the mechanized goat said, “Let’s go stroll in the old park, all wrought iron gates and greenery! Let’s go do that now!”
“That doesn’t sound like fun,” said our protagonist.
”No! It is fun! I’m going to have that fun now! You can’t stop me!”
Sighing, she followed him into the park, where tree leaves formed a green vault far above ground. They came upon a row of otter statues — some terra cotta, some Lucite™ with hollow centers filled with plasma. They began rubbing linseed oil into the sculpted otter muzzles… and it was fun! She’d never had such fun in her life. But she was allergic to linseed oil, and her left kidney exploded. The end.

A larval nest composed of motion blurs stripped from antique photographs of women in long dresses running away from exploding ceramic junipers.