Marvin Fly

How do I embed a thought?

• I type it in
• Draw it and upload it as an image
• Find a quote from someone who said it better than me
• Link you to a format not supported by tumblr
• Type out a dialogue
• Upload audio explaining what I am trying to say with music for expression.
• Upload a video of cats instead.

How do I embed a thought without media? 

I want hive mind. I want you to be able to think my thoughts without images, words, sounds, touch, smells. The last two don’t even enter into tumblr. I can’t explain adequately what I want you to know. 
Video unrelated.

Lie of the day: There are more pistols in British films than there are pistols in Britain. 

Here is a painting of the time Holly was sad.

Most people wouldn’t paint their sad girlfriends but I don’t have much in common with most people.

I just saw Tom Tyler going through the bins at the back of Tescos. He said something about there being a gateway to the underworld so I stuck my trumpet in and fell through to the seedy world of gone off sousage rolls and eternal flames. That’s sousage rolls not sausage rolls. Sousage are made from aged sous chefs and can only be bought from Quakers. Luckily we have a Quaker called Pam that works in our local tesco. 

Bad Brains - Supertouch/Shitfit

I like to cover myself in the aborted sins of aborted babies, shake my head from side to side and howl at the moon while masturbating to this song.

Live Ire & Song - Frank Turner

Why this song is terrible. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great song.. but it’s fucking terrible as well.

Well a teacher of mine once told me
That life was just a list of disappoints and defeats
And you could only do your best,
And I said “That’s a fucking cop-out, you’re just washed up and your tired, and when I get to your age I won’t be such a coward”
But these day I sit at home, known to shout at my TV
And Punk Rock didn’t live up to what I hoped that it could be
And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young
Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs
And I packed all my panflets with my bibles at the back of the shelf

Expressed laziness and escapism. Clearly doesn’t want to deal with his problems.

Well it was bad enough the feeling, and the first time it hit
When you realised your parents had let the world all go to shit
And that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died
Had been killed off in the committees and left to die by the wayside
But it was worse when we turned to the kids on the left
And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah by idiot fucking hippies in 50 different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of 60’s battle re-enactment
And I hung-up my banner in disgust and I head for the door

 Blames his parents and ‘hippies’ for something he is too lazy to change.. He walks away from his problems.

Oh but once we were young, and we were crass enough to care
But I guess you live and learn, we won’t make that mistake again, no
Oh but surely just for one day, we could fight and we could win
And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible

Some major personality crisis here. Also claiming ‘winning’ is impossible.

Well we’ve been a good few hours drinking
So I’m going to say what everyone’s thinking
If we’re stuck on this ship and it’s sinking
Then we might as well have a parade

This is why punk didn’t live up to what it could have been.

Cos if it’s still going to hurt in the morning
And a better plan’s set to get forming
Then where’s the harm spending an evening
In manning the old barricades, so come on old friends to the streets
Let’s be 1905 but not 1917, let’s be heroes, let’s be martyrs, let’s be radical thinkers
Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams

Because everyone wants to be the guy at the end of the bar with no ambition.

Let’s divide up the world into the damned and safe
And then ride to the valleys like the old life brigade
And straighten our backs and we won’t be afraid
And they’ll celebrate our deaths with a national parade

I don’t understand any of this section. Something about the boys brigade and guess who? maybe.

So come on let’s be young, let’s be crass enough to care
Let’s refuse to live and learn, let’s make all our mistakes again yes
And then darling, just for one day, we can fight and we can win
And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible
Leave the mourning the to the morning
Yeah pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills
But memories of hope, and glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to beat

Again, head fucked by this song. He seems to be saying many things around a subject without defining his actual stance on it. Maybe that’s how you write a good pop song. A vague pop song. 

Or I think he might be expressing reflexive impotence. He is aware his situation is bad, says he cannot do anything to change it and creates a self fulfilling prophecy while getting drunk and moaning about the people who try to change it. 

Good song though. But it’s terrible. Anything with the message ‘I’m too lazy to change but I’m still going to complain’ is terrible.

I decided to set up one of those tumblrs that just reblogs loads of other peoples images to see what gratification stemmed from it.

So far all I’ve noticed is that it’s nice to look at a collection of things I’ve collected.

It’s easier to make than a real life mood board.

I do feel a sense of ownership though, which is a bit fucked up as all I own is the time put into it and the header.

It serves as a good distraction as well. I get to consume new media quickly, the type I have chosen has no attached advertising or branding. Although when I am showing it to you I am saying ‘look at what I am interested in’. Now the site and it’s contents are linked to me in your memory creating intangible value (personal and cultural) for me. I’m selling myself to you and Desktop Dump is my advertising. Be interested for my gratification. 

 

This is a fun website 

The woman reading the Daily Mail next to me on the train looked at my book titled ‘Capitalist Realism: is there no alternative by Mark Fisher’, tutted and shook her head. 

I died a little and grew a little at the same time.

Choking Victim - Born To Die

It’s important to remember that Lana Del Ray is a product with no soul, embalmed chicken eggs for eyes and lice for ideas who doesn’t manage to sing as much as mumble in different pitches.

Now that a 3D printer has made a replacement jaw bone for a woman, I think I might make the first range of designer skeletons. Who wants snake legs?

The Something Somethings - Sex Saved Our Lives

2 days and counting until I’m balls deep for a week. I love it when my girlfriend comes to stay.

Tumblr is actually quite good when you only follow people who post their own thoughts and work. 

britcomedyconfessions:

“I think I have an obsession with Russell Howard, all that I’ve set to record on my sky+ box is Mock the Week and Good News.”

YOU DO NOT DESERVE A TELEVISION. 

1. You don’t need sky for that
2. Satire turns big news into small jokes for cunts to laugh at
3. Fuck you.
4. “Imagine That” Is a shit start and ending to every joke

Come and play. http://nigelpayne.com/rainingcatsanddogs/cast.html

This was a plan mentioned a couple months ago. To fly to Vancouver and cycle to El Paso. 

This is my new 3 year plan. I am going to do this and I want the original pack to come as well.

It goes like this 

• Get a job
• Move to Reading
• Cycle lots
• Cycle more

There are a lot of stoner based blogs that seem really materialistic. I’ve never got that. Why post photos of ‘take me to your dealer’esque images? If you’re taking a drug like tetrahydrocannabinol you should hopefully find something more interesting to post about than a photo of the substance itself or associated cultural gutter trash. How vapid their imaginations must be. I believe the drug is viewed as iconic instead of a simply a catalyst. This breeds nonsensical drug related fashion.

http://classystoner.tumblr.com/

http://fuckyeahstonerchicks.tumblr.com/

http://islashedyourtires.tumblr.com/

http://stonerproblemss.tumblr.com/

This is the kind of crap I am talking about.

Idiots give good drugs a bad name.

I was invited to a party at a friends house.

1. Got there and there wasn’t any booze because no one had been asked to bring any. 
2. None of us (aged 22-30) could drive so they invited three guys over with a car.
3. The second they came in the door they kicked over ash trays, spilled beer on an antique rug and talk way way too loud for 7 people in a room.
4. I got in the car to go to Barnstaple and realized by the time we made it to the link-road the guy driving was pissed. I had to direct him down a straight road as he fiddled with the stereo, he nearly crashed a few times. 
5. The guy in the back seat was kicking the driver in the head with his bare feet to show off to the other passenger, which caused a lot of wobbling.
6. When we got to Barnstaple we discovered all the shops shut at midnight, so there was no booze. 
7. The driver said “oh I guess we’ll have to do some more MDMA then”.
8. I got out and walked home for 4 hours (14km/9m).
9.  I sat down for about 4 seconds in total on the way back. 
10. I’d twisted my ankle on snow earlier in the day while walking around the farm. This was now starting to cause a lot of discomfort.
11. My phone was dead so I couldn’t even pull in favors or call my girlfriend for a nice 4 hour chat.
12. My ass hair has dreadlocked between my cheeks because I walked so much.
13.  Now I have hot ears?? 

This explains why I’ve lost my singing voice and why I’m shitting blood. Also, I have a mono-brow, so does that mean there is no room for intellect?