Andy Warhol was a Prophet.

So, how are you all doing?
I always start these entries like I do most emails. Which probably explains why I am unemployed and really not phased.

I recently decided that if you do not spend each and every fucking moment you have online searching for quotes by people who are better than you, then you are not using the internet right. Its a simple truth.
Which is why I have decided to blog about Andy Warhol being not just a brilliantly entertaining man, a god-like artist and a super human, but also a prophet.

Now you all know how we like to think of Nostradamus or that lovely yet terribly insane Harold Camping as the only true prophets. But I am sorry to inform you all, you are wrong. Andy Warhol was a prophet in his own right. And one I'd much rather believe in.


So, lets take a look at some of his prophetic quotes.

"Everyone will be famous for 15 minutes"
If you have ever been quoted on any of the million and 4 social networks currently available for our enjoyment, then you have proved the man to speak truth. Think that time your one friend from Canada quoted something you had said on facebook and some random people commented/liked it. HONEY YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED THE FAME. it might have been a very lame version.. but it was fame. See, according to the World English Dictionary fame is listed as the following : the state of being widely known
So, if you are say in, South Africa, and your friend in Canada shared your little fart of wisdom, you have WIDELY known. for a few minutes at least.

So, some of you nay-wishers will disagree and bring up the following quotes "I'm bored with that line. I never use it anymore. My new line is "In 15 minutes everybody will be famous."
To you I have one thing to say. Twitter. Tweet to enough people, and in a few minutes your silly little words will have a few starts and some retweets. this usually doesnt last long. The man was right.

Another example of the man and his prophetic words.. is the following:
I used to think that everything was just being funny but now I don't know. I mean, how can you tell?
Now if you use twitter, you will know that NOTHING is new anymore. Things that made you laugh when you signed up a few years ago, is now nothing but a simple repetition of the same words in a different order. Reality Television for example, how many orange people do we now have to view as we sit on our couches shouting obscenities at the screen.

The next one is truth as no one can argue. How many times have you not commented on a picture of a famous person in a magazine or on facebook/twitter/beebo/hi5/myspace/friendster/myyearbook/etc saying absurd things like "omgzilike, what a K3Wl pic daWGZzz" lets all be honest here, we've all done it.
"My idea of a good picture is one that's in focus and of a famous person"
Once again, the man knew.

Now lets look at the following example:
"Sex is more exciting on the screen and between the pages than between the sheets"
I smell online dating, mxit, BBM and the regular visits to Literorica.com that ALL of your children are making without you knowing, just like you are.
Another example of this: "The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet"
AND one more: "The most exciting thing is not doing it. If you fall in love with someone and never do it, it's much more exciting"
We all either have a friend, or know of someone who has gone "Omg, like.. I know we have never met. BUT HE IS THE ONE.. I SWEAR IT.. OMG OMG OMG.. FUCK.. Yeah I KNOW he is in prison for like RAPE and stuff. but he HAS CHANGED"

Now parents. This one is about your children/teenagers.
"I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs"
Your kids either already say things like "BUT MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. JANE IS GONNA BE THERE AND HER MOM IS LIKE A TOTAL BITCH AND YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE THAT, LIKE EVER.. ITS GONNA BE YUMZIES.. YEAH I KNOW ITS MONDAY BITCH.. I MEAN MOM. IM 14 FOR FUCKS SAKE MOTHER" or they eventually will. have fun raising your spawn.

And the last piece of prophecy/quote I will be discussing tonight is:
"I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work," because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do. The machinery is always going. Even when you sleep"
For this, look no further than any of your friends social networking updates. we are bombarded with useless status updates like "Omg, today was so much work, I spent like.. an hour getting my hair ready just to have that bitch Mel cancel on me, so then I drank like 3 cups of coffee, thankfully the machine made it while I took a nap on the couch, and then I spent the rest of the day on google finding things like how old Sarah J Parker is, and how many horse jokes there are that include her. Also, I then wrote an annoying blog entry about Andy Warhol and how Prophetic he was.. hahaha, I'm not prophetic but I am pathetic" [did you guys get that? I made fun of myself]

So yeah, I have to go, because I hear fireworks, but they might be the start of the rapture and I'd like to be in bed when my mother gets taken so as to spare the light my presence.

love and peace fookers.

Be Kinder. You are fucking up my world.

So,
'ello lovers.

How are we all doing on this dandy Tuesday morn' ?
Well, i think its Tuesday.. seeing as Rebecca Black never told us what comes after Sunday, we've been having to guess you see. its terribly inconvenient. horribly.

Anyway,
I gather myself here today to speak to you all about something rather violent.
Hate Mail.
Now, we all love hearing about it, perhaps even sending it [you little swines you!]
However, imagine receiving it, oh, i know, dont worry, so you get some angry replies to some of your hilarious tweets.. that doesnt make it hate mail love.
Imagine spending weeks, months and years working on a project, a song or a painting, a dress or a fucking baby, and people feel the need to bash your brains out about it?
Im sorry lovers, but i'd like to see most of us even attempt drawing a circle with eyes using a red crayon.

Why we feel the need to tell artists they suck 'hairy beanbags' i will never be able to comprehend?

I want you all to know, btw, that your mom and dad did a fucking terrible job of creating you, i could do a better job, they suck, your mom sucks hairy beanbags and your dad touches baby boys..

did that feel good? no, did not think so love.
Now, imagine thats what you get constantly? Well not constantly, but enough?

Im pretty sure its illegal, since its like bullying someone.
And when they snap baby, they snap.
Imagine an angry Emilie Autumn un-leashed into society? Oh love, youd better hide.

But what got me this upset about the whole hate mail thing, the Dresden Dolls.
Its terrible that people actually created an online community to BASH THEM?
Am i missing something here? They allow the mentally retarded online these days?
and by mentally retarded i mean those fucking boobs who actually take time out of their obviously busy [fixing everyone's work] lives, to create and comment on a bloody community invented to hurt someone?
Im ashamed to share the same coding as some of you. the basic coding that is.
the shit that gave me a nose and all that.

anyway, if you want to send hate-mail, imagine finding your mom crying on the floor in the kitchen, surrounded by pieces of paper calling her a beanbag sucking lesbian hooker with no tits and brains the size of your dads private area..
rather rude dont you think?

So, like for real guys, dont send hate-mail.
If you are concerned with something, stop listening or write a peaceful letter asking for an answer? insane ne? imagine peacefully asking for an answer?

Check out the whole community of bashers here - I R INTELEGENNNTE.


anyway, i love you all.
more than yoko ono ever could.
Smile fookers, life is short.

ps. the image is an example of a picture sent to the dresden dolls. <3
specifically Amanda Palmer.

pss. if you really need to be rude to someone, send me anger. I can take it.

Evelyn and Evelyn.. amongst other..

First of all.
I hated not writing for a few days,
BUT i have been rather busy. And rather un-inspired.

However, rediscovering my love for certain musical artist, as well as discovering a few new ones. Has given me ground to write about..

Evelyn and Evelyn.. By the way Amanda Palmer talks of them on her tweets, blog etc. They seem like real twin sisters joined at the hip. The story behind them is so unreal, you dont even consider doubting it.
And then i realized, what the fuck? They are fake.
BUT STILL BRILLIANT.
So i google a bit, read a few blogs and some comment. And people seem a bit upset?
Why the hell? They calling it Ableism and what not. Amanda Palmer is an artist folks. She shocks and awes us, this is why we love her. And the simplicity of her art in my opinion in creating these twins, were brilliant? To me it says, we were all so awed and inspired by the idea of her helping these two physically disabled sad girls get a chance, that we thought it was brilliant. If they were not physically disabled we would not have reacted in the same way? We would not have thought the act so amazing.
But we did. We thought it was amazing how Amanda carelessly gave these two girls a chance at a musical career was inspiring and amazing. The only reason we reacted like this though, was because they were physically disabled.

If it was just a person with no physical or mental disability, we would have thought awe, how nice of her. And other things like this..

The creation of Evelyn and Evelyn to me says, fuck this. We are all the same. We root for the underdog cause we think its right. Not because we actually care. We root for the disabled twins getting their chance, because they are disabled. Not because we thought they were talented. Because many people already went on gloating sprees saying how great it is that girls with such sad lives get chances etc etc.
If they were not "physically disabled" we would have not been that supportive until we heard music.

So in my personal opinion, calling Amanda Palmer a Ableist because of the evelyn evelyn project is both silly and not thought through.

Next, i also found a strange love for Swedish singer, Lykke Li.
For some reason her soft air-like voice and amusing lyrics just caught my attention.

Anyway,
The weather today was, well. Confusing. yet, lovely.

Cant wait for the weekend.

Love.
Smile.
Fook <3

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