Translates Fantasy Diary of 'Das i' in Tokyo

um, i mean Das i-the german photographer- who photographs Pixelated Rainbow Unicorn-bot Floating thru a Rendering Blue Sky of Puffy Fractaling Clouds and other fictional images created by fictional characters in fictional settings with fictional drama. it aint real.

After the March 11th Tohoku Earthquake and Tsunami, I went to the devastated area as a translator. A fictional account of that adventure is available here:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/trophy/id510023129?mt=11

#@#@# you never beard that from me.

のどばながばなな様がビックリした。

こらららららえあええあえあ

オレオレの頭読めるかい?

That’s Eunuch KY. Donchoo fahgeddit.

Fahgedditって何やろう!マザーファカー!

The old dude broke out his Compton hat.

Dat light. I can lead and light. I white as I wok. I’m bright as I talk. I am interacting with all possibility. Life byife. Eye by eye. Interacting within their story.

Papapajami! Tell another one!

Ok boys. Did I tell you about Moonie Gibson.

Ya. I heard he went looney. Smiled Katakana Katana.

mercynomercy:

starllex:

this is my favorite post of all time

Priorities, people.

(Source: carlsagan, via compudida)

tigrismedve:

Amazing Birds Eye View 1. Niagara Falls 2. Barcelona 3. Central Park NYC 4. Dubai Islands 5. Venice 6. Amsterdam

(via ramsburg-stuck)

#@#@# the lane is wrong and bowling

This is adsurd. Said the translator.

Ex squeeze me? Said el hybrïdo.

This is just another fucking ad. I don’t wanna make it.

For elenar?

Yea! Why else would I move. Lamented the translator. Whadamaigonna do?

El hybrïdo looky LOL’d to the crowds.

It’s funny cause the image doesn’t match the subtitles.

El hybrïdo hab been speaking in young yes tongues.

Seewhatimsayen?

Two young college girls looked up as they walked by.

Are you talkin to us? They giggled.

The translator dropped the ball.

Um…..

Remember, I’m not here. Whispered el hybrïdo.

The translator looked at the empty chair next to himself.

Whadiya mean? I hear you loud and clear.

The girls giggled more.

No, your shirts.

The translator pointed to the girls whack fashion.

Whudiya mean?

Whudiya mean whadoai mean? I’m reading your chest!

El hybrïdo shook his head in shame.

Whudiya laughing at! Snapped the translator. You ain’t winging me at all.

Cuz I’m not here dude. I am an imaginary robot cat from the future.

A small baby locked eyes with the translator. Being wheeled around by her mom like a princess, the baby was obviously disturbed at the site.

Whadiya looking at?

ししがみさま!

What?

Your shirt. The mom spoke up.

The translator looked at his shirt.

It said 社長

The translator looked at el hybrïdo’s shirt. It said ししがみさま!

彼見えるの?asked the translator.

変な人!said the mom

変なブリト said the baby.

And they walked away.

The translator pulled out his diary.

Dear Diary, there’s something happening hear. But what it is ain’t exactly clear. There’s a man with a gun over there. Telling me, I’ve got to beware.

The man in the dark suit and dark sunglasses hid his head behind the wall.

The translator rolled his eyes to the clouds. Bowling pins floated by.

The translator looked back to the ASS, of the young girl in a kimono walking by.

He noticed the houses were gone. Just rice fields.

He looked behind. Starbucks wasn’t there either.

The kimono girl was staring hard at the translator.

気にしないでね。said the grandma.
ここの井戸の水飲んだ。

The translator, all ruffed up, sat there mundazed by his mindaze.

Michael Jackson - Beat It (Demo)

lacienegasmiled:

As Jackson couldn’t fluently play any instruments, he would sing and beatbox out how he wanted his songs to sound by himself on tape, layering the vocals, harmonies and rhythm before having instrumentalists come in to complete the songs.

One of his engineers Robmix on how Jackson worked: “One morning MJ came in with a new song he had written overnight. We called in a guitar player, and Michael sang every note of every chord to him. “here’s the first chord first note, second note, third note. Here’s the second chord first note, second note, third note”, etc., etc. We then witnessed him giving the most heartfelt and profound vocal performance, live in the control room through an SM57. He would sing us an entire string arrangement, every part. Steve Porcaro once told me he witnessed MJ doing that with the string section in the room. Had it all in his head, harmony and everything. Not just little eight bar loop ideas. he would actually sing the entire arrangement into a micro-cassette recorder complete with stops and fills.”

Reasons why I laugh when people say he wasn’t a real musician.

If I could only describe in words why my mind just blew….

(Source: harrattanparhar, via lacienegasmiled)

thescienceinforever:

klaatu:

Interesting child abuse poster

A poster made by The Spanish organization ANAR Foundation (Aid to Children and Adolescents at Risk). They started a new street poster campaign that uses the process of lenticular printing to secretly send a message to abused children without alerting their abusers, even if they’re walking together. 

Anyone over 4’5” sees this view, with a caption: “Sometimes, child abuse is only visible to the child suffering it.”

Anyone shorter sees the beaten child version of the poster with another caption saying: “If somebody hurts you, phone us and we’ll help you.” 

I love this. This is brilliant.

(via a-templar-knights-secret)

brutalgeneration:

forever reblog

(Source: artmonia, via a-templar-knights-secret)

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(Source: fonzieisforever)

じょじょnじょんジョンジョンででnでんでんvでんゔぁでんゔぁsでんゔぁすでんゔぁすkでんゔぁすき

dont let ghosts tell you you cant do it. thats what shitty friends are for.