The Art Colfax Classics Legendarium

Unofficial fan blog of former Oxford Groundskeeper (1996-2008) and current Bass Player for COOLRUNNINGS David Thomasson.

July 29, 2014 at 3:34pm
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Reblogged from queentaraknowles

"I’m really a freak in every place I go. I don’t quite fit in the independent scene, I don’t quite fit in the art scene, and I don’t fit in the Hollywood scene, so I’m a weird strange fat motherfucker. I’ll tell you this: I plan to stay that way, because there is something to be said."

"I’m really a freak in every place I go. I don’t quite fit in the independent scene, I don’t quite fit in the art scene, and I don’t fit in the Hollywood scene, so I’m a weird strange fat motherfucker. I’ll tell you this: I plan to stay that way, because there is something to be said."

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July 27, 2014 at 3:50am
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July 26, 2014 at 3:24pm
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Reblogged from alionundermyskin

alionundermyskin:

Gregory Crewdson.

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10:56am
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Reblogged from sixpenceee

sixpenceee:

naomithenerd:

sixpenceee:

Metalosis Maligna is a fake disease invented by award-winning Dutch filmmaker Floris Kaayk.

According to the mockumentary, Metalosis Maligna occurs when a metal implant has a bad interaction with human body tissues, causing the metal to grow tendrils that eventually puncture the skin from within and destroy it.

I was skimming through the video at first not knowing it was a mockumentary and landed on the part of the man in bed. I nearly died. 

WATCH VIDEO

This is intensely creepy. Watch it.

Especially the ending, where the metal takes over his body

(via unexplained-events)

July 23, 2014 at 1:56am
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Reblogged from haymanfreeley

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July 20, 2014 at 11:38pm
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Reblogged from m-c-c-a-n-d-l-e-s-s

ammit420:

m-c-c-a-n-d-l-e-s-s:

humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars

image

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12:28pm
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Reblogged from explore-blog

[The modern Western economist] is used to measuring the “standard of living” by the amount of annual consumption, assuming all the time that a man who consumes more is “better off” than a man who consumes less. A Buddhist economist would consider this approach excessively irrational: since consumption is merely a means to human well-being, the aim should be to obtain the maximum of well-being with the minimum of consumption.

— Buddhist Economics – fantastic, timely read from 1973 (via explore-blog)

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July 19, 2014 at 2:06pm
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July 18, 2014 at 8:19am
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Reblogged from sensationalsherri

hold-on-till-day:

I found my senior quote.

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8:17am
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If you love something, let it go. If it comes back, nudge on it to make sure its real, then dare to turn your back on it.

If its still there, respectfully but forcefully request that it leaves. If it remains, give it a final warning and walk away. If it follows you, push it back and continue at a brisk pace. If its still there after that, begin shouting at it. Beads of anxious sweat may be rolling down your cheeks at this point. Keep it together.

If it doesn’t leave after that, and you’re wearing steel-toed boots, kick at it… So it doesn’t seem to be budging. Throw some well-placed jabs. Maybe it has a glass jaw… No. It dodges everything successfully. Its still trying to get at you. Break into a run. What does it want? You’re huffing and puffing. Its still there. Don’t climb a tree—it can climb trees. Make for that open field. Now’s your chance. Go.

Shit, its on your six. Okay. Don’t panic. Run. Run for your life. Holy crap its faster than you. Look around for a large branch and swing it around… Its not phased. I don’t know man, I thought that would work.

Find an authority, have it restrained. No one’s interested in helping you. Damn. Okay… Hold up. I don’t see it anymore. Maybe it decided you’re too tough to chase. Its off chasing someone else, someone weaker. You ease up.

Some time passes… Wait. Nope. There it is. Its coming again. Head down, maybe it’ll pity you and move on. Open your eyes. Its still there isn’t it? Jesus this thing is persistent. Its like trying to lose your shadow. You break into a run again. But your stamina is drained. Your body starts to ache and give out.

Finally you lean against a tree and collapse in exhaustion. You watch tensely as it approaches. Defeat is imminent. You flinch at first when it brushes up against your leg affectionately like a cat. This thing had you beat from the beginning…

But its warmth is actually kind of nice. Its quite lovely in fact. This all seems to feel familiar.

Maybe its not so bad after all.