She asked him why the yacht was full of Branston Pickle. He handed her one of the jars and told her to open it, and then watched with evident gratification as the Italian starlet's disrobed body flexed in the lamplight, struggling with the jar. He did not tell her the lid was glued on.
Sweet Movie
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Sweet Movie
December 4th: The link above leads to Portuguese-language information about
a screening organized by me and Mariana Shellard that will take pla...
MUTANT SOUNDS VINYL AUCTIONS ON EBAY ARE LIVE NOW
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Just a small update to let everyone know that some major vinyl rarities
from the Mutant Sound archive are being auctioned currently and auctions
will be co...
Feuerbach in Morocco
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1. “Exotic” / “fascinating” / “mysterious” — these are words often used to
describe Morocco by American or European visitors.
2. Yet about Morocco they s...
Relief
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What a relief, the world is over, it is no longer in question, there is nothing
to be done, what respite for our consciences. It’s concluded, it’s
conclusi...
Pale Flower & Human Desire
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*Thursday, September 19, 2013*
*Pale Flower* - dir. Masahiro Shinoda, Anthology Film Archives
Hip Japanese existentialist noir about a yakuza's (Ryo Ikeb...
LOAD Discography
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The internet is a buzz with the sad news of Bob Johnston's death. Sucks it
would take this horrible occasion to light a fire under my ass to get you
the ...
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