tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post116150547904152237..comments2024-03-18T07:16:02.127+00:00Comments on An Idiot's Guide to Dreaming: Stakker HumanoidUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-30436500035246098552011-11-23T22:47:03.377+00:002011-11-23T22:47:03.377+00:00It can't succeed in fact, that's what I be...It can't succeed in fact, that's what I believe.<br /><a href="http://www.scarborohomes.ca" rel="nofollow">Scarborough homes for sale</a> | <a href="http://www.fielddaygames.com" rel="nofollow">field day games</a> | <a href="http://www.foodswithcalcium.net" rel="nofollow">foods with calcium</a>Colinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1162325531085999112006-10-31T20:12:00.000+00:002006-10-31T20:12:00.000+00:00beauty sitehttp://www.healthcare.net.in/beauty site<BR/>http://www.healthcare.net.in/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1162061220396282602006-10-28T18:47:00.000+00:002006-10-28T18:47:00.000+00:00with you on the early 808 State stuff... I remembe...with you on the early 808 State stuff... I remember someone playing me it with the recommendation "this is what happens when you just get really clever with drum machines" and I guess i translated this into "this is what happens when the drum machines get cleverer than you" meaning that they appear to mount a takeover bit that's only arrested by the creeping humanism that came after Pacific State...<BR/><BR/>but i <I>did</I> like the creepy voices on 'where's your child'...Lokihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03924395676931035948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1162052059055637302006-10-28T16:14:00.000+00:002006-10-28T16:14:00.000+00:00On the pirates you'd get things like "good life" a...On the pirates you'd get things like "good life" and then "We calll it acieed", but I never got just straight acid!! <BR/><BR/>I used to play stakker humanoid a lot. It and bam bam "where's your child" were the two acid-house record twelves I bought at the time, which were a bit post the first acid house appearance.<BR/>Stakkers cow bells and the bass line were too human for me. I wanted that acid sound from beginning to end but they didn't supply it. <BR/>And on 'where's your child' I just wished he'd shut up. I wanted to hear that pure tweaking acid sound, take your silly menacing voice elsewhere mate. <BR/><BR/>Quite a while before I bought those I remember hearing 808 State with their very way out there peel sessions on the radio. They gave me the purity I desired. Then they kind of ruined it by releasing much more "human" records.dwellerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03053677634169274927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161933358095307262006-10-27T07:15:00.000+00:002006-10-27T07:15:00.000+00:00Now, when Samson has ostensibly left the firm, his...Now, when Samson has ostensibly left the firm, his involvement could be crucial. And the person who needs him most is young Sylvester Manley, an innocent witness with a missing finger, who is too scared to come forward at a time when racial hatred is as live an issue as ever in inner-city London.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161909596131886692006-10-27T00:39:00.000+00:002006-10-27T00:39:00.000+00:00Oh good Christ, its all coming back to me now. You...Oh good Christ, its all coming back to me now. You're all in on it, innit? I've never even left Canada, yet somehow, Freud, whom I hate, would be hard pressed for answers. <BR/><BR/>everything disconnected seems connected, when curtain twitches seem to be resonant of morphic changes or moonshadows or Holy Guardian Angel attacks, when glances and whispers are everywhere and even the radio is leaking enough alien radiation for me to start unwrapping the bacofoil.<BR/><BR/>I was there, and so was Sylvester Manley-Gherth, except he was the manager of the Camelot-themed Tescoes that had sprung up in Horsington (Why Horsington Fellows?). The cows were indeed the work of animal impersonators, but this time it was the Animal Liberation Front, not the boys from Chard. They were protesting the dwindling numbers of Triagles, and hired a gang of thugs called the Woverhampton Homicide Force, armed with paperback copies of Undoing Yourself with Energized Meditation: The Split Brain Conspiracy and a packet of Digestive Cookies, wearing...yup, you guessed it, JFK Halloween Masks. <BR/><BR/>Autechre was playing, but not a wet dreadlock in sight. it was glorious. Then the helmet I was wearing, with LCD Display, started showing me visuals of everysingle AFX Twin master-file being deleted, one by one. <BR/><BR/>Turns out it was just Erotomania.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161887693949050822006-10-26T18:34:00.001+00:002006-10-26T18:34:00.001+00:00a "Triagle" is the unfortunate result of a (slight...a "Triagle" is the unfortunate result of a (slightly incestuous) Fraggle threesome...<BR/><BR/>*nobody knew* who the real father was, only that it was one out of two cousins from Danglebury-Upon-Hull.the Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05010046719882368178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161887660627477762006-10-26T18:34:00.000+00:002006-10-26T18:34:00.000+00:00a "Triagle" is the unfortunate result of a (slight...a "Triagle" is the unfortunate result of a (slightly incestuous) Fraggle threesome...<BR/><BR/>*nobody knew* who the real father was, only that it was one out of two cousins from Danglebury-Upon-Hull.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161713223136183482006-10-24T18:07:00.000+00:002006-10-24T18:07:00.000+00:00Werewolf Horn FarmWhy's Hercules frowning?"Who hat...Werewolf Horn Farm<BR/><BR/>Why's Hercules frowning?<BR/><BR/>"Who hath farted?"<BR/><BR/>Whores, herpes, fannys! <BR/><BR/>Woverhampton Homicide Force<BR/><BR/>Where herrings flock.<BR/><BR/>Worm Home Foam. <BR/><BR/>When heroin's funny.<BR/><BR/>Why hate Freud?I am not Kek-whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06616348388558622213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161674150213599852006-10-24T07:15:00.000+00:002006-10-24T07:15:00.000+00:00I'm more interested in whatthefuck WHF stands for....I'm more interested in whatthefuck WHF stands for... World Helicopter Foundation (yeovil link), Walled Holly Federation (taking the 'too much smoked bracken' angle), Wasted Hedonist (Fucked)??? <BR/><BR/>i think i can see what's happening... the comments are taking over... pretty soon everyone will be caught in a spastic slitch of ambient background Freudian slippage, a paraprax in time when everything they attempt to say gets hopelessly grizzled and attenuated by 'careless' typing and bad intentions...<BR/><BR/>only a rock-solid superhero team-up of massive proportions could save us now...<BR/><BR/>Bring back the Uber Typing Pool Tag Team....Lokihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03924395676931035948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161640966365765782006-10-23T22:02:00.000+00:002006-10-23T22:02:00.000+00:00Triangle. W.h.f.'s a triagle? Sounds like a dog......Triangle. <BR/><BR/>W.h.f.'s a triagle? Sounds like a dog...I am not Kek-whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06616348388558622213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161640901912104522006-10-23T22:01:00.000+00:002006-10-23T22:01:00.000+00:00"Manley-Gherth"...LOL!I once bumped into a random ..."Manley-Gherth"...LOL!<BR/><BR/>I once bumped into a random stranger in a warehouse party on the London Docks in around 1986 who told me he'd only been to yeovil once and that he'd taken drugs on that hill round the back on tescos (Summerhouse Hill)...<BR/><BR/>It's the Yeovil-Chard-Crewekerne Acid triagle, innit!I am not Kek-whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06616348388558622213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161587664145624042006-10-23T07:14:00.000+00:002006-10-23T07:14:00.000+00:00Sean, it's happened to all of us, you can only lie...Sean, it's happened to all of us, you can only lie back and hope the theraoy kicks in... if it helps, those probably weren't cows in the first place - more likely the Goat Boys from Chard, a notoriously noxious gang of brigands and animal impersonators, hoisting the mainfields allover Somerset during the mid-80s through to the late90s when their leader, Sylvester Manley-Gherth, finally expired due to taxation policy..<BR/><BR/>if it <I>was</I> them then there's always www.goatboytrauma.co.uk, where like-wasted people can discuss their problems on open fauna...Lokihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03924395676931035948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161582488076005652006-10-23T05:48:00.000+00:002006-10-23T05:48:00.000+00:00Being from Vancouver Canada, references to small, ...Being from Vancouver Canada, references to small, southern English towns usually escape me. But I've in fact been to Yeovil. I took a small ghetto blaster out to a field near Camelot and plasted Hardfloor (Harthouse) to see what happened. <BR/><BR/>Some cows surrounded me. I dropped acid. <BR/><BR/>I have not been the same.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198360.post-1161541028114139352006-10-22T18:17:00.000+00:002006-10-22T18:17:00.000+00:00Lino: yeah, it's bloody expensive, innit...Lino: yeah, it's bloody expensive, innit...I am not Kek-whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06616348388558622213noreply@blogger.com