fair dealings plagiarisms

Well the heads

Ian Astbury
Alberto Cabello from Vitoria-Gasteiz, Spain, CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Well the Texas sun
Makes my back burn
And the words that wrong
Make my back, makes my cat wrong

The sparkle in your eyes
Focus my mind
And the sparkle in your eyes
In fact in my mind, glow ’round the edge of my mind

I’m sure this fur in your mind is
I’m sure this purr in your mind

I’m sure this sparkle will
Stop sparkling
I’m sure this sparkle will
Stop talking

And the world
The sparkle still talking
And the talk
The sparkle talking in
And it talk and it talk and it talk and it talk and it talk and it talk and it talk and i i t a nd it ta l an d it ta l aaal aaala la llll l llll l lllllll


The VHS static is leaking out of the VHS

VHS static
Rollcloud, CC BY 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Today you tried to see brain red without the aid of a bluegreen circle on a computer screen. You simply stared at something that was bluegreen, and you waited for your retinas to tire out. You stared at barbicide.

You stared and you realized what you always realize, when you try to stare.

You re-realized that your powers of concentration are feeble and that your self, your awake awareness, your inner agent that calls itself “I,” is tiny. Your “I” could fit on a camera card from the 90s and this re-proved it. Your “I” couldn’t hold itself centred on the barbicide.

No, your “I” drifted to the edges, was drawn in and trapped by the fringing glittery colours you could not name in the negative space framing the barbicide. In that trap, in the static and the shimmer of something that was not there but which there’s no denying you saw, there were eyes.

They looked back. They met your gaze. Unlike you, they had the strength to stare. Still have.


Talking wordle with T rex

T rex and LadyofHats, CC BY 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Me: Yo T rex what’s your start word on wordle.

T rex: BITER.

Me: Wow, basic. That’s like being a lawyer and having plates on your BMW that say ATRNY.

T rex: It has two great vowels and two great consonants and it begins with a leap of faith. It would be a beautiful, wise, artful first word even if I had no teeth and a weak jaw.

Me: Come on that is basic as hell.

T rex: It serves me well. I got KNOLL on my second guess when BITER got zero greenyellows.

Me: It took me five guesses.

T rex: Well knoll was tough.

Me: Still.

T rex: What was your first guess.

Me: ...

T rex: ...

Me: ...

T rex: It was penis wasn’t it.

Me: ...

T rex: I would help you with that, but.

Me: ...

T rex: You know.


Talking VHS static with T rex

T rex
Durbed, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Me: Yo T rex ever noticed that the static in a paused VHS image never pauses?

T rex: Well how could you not. It thrums and flickers unrelentingly. It moves when it shouldn’t.

Me: What makes it move? The tape is stopped.

T rex: It’s stopped spooling and unspooling, true. But the playback head keeps rotating, touching a thin sliver of the tape, picking up both a fraction of a frame and the ambient energy of nearby spirits.

Me: Spirits or demons.

T rex: Depends how good you are at making friends with spirits.

Me: Can you hear them talking to you through the static?

T rex: If you’re asking, that’s a sign you hear them and you want reassurance. I have none. If they speak to you through the VHS static, and if you listen, the choice is yours. Do as they ask or don’t. Perform the rituals they command or don’t. Collect the stones and feathers and fruit and bones they ask you to or don’t. Sharpen the knife they ask you to or don’t. Make the incision they request or don’t.

Me: Thank you for your honesty. Hard truths can be hard to hear.

T rex: Drink the juice of the wound or don’t.

Me: How about we put the movie back on.

T rex: Dab the juice of the wound on your cheeks and chest and belly or don’t.

Me: Movie?

T rex: OK.

Me: Can you push play?

T rex: ...

Me: ...

T rex: Some times I don’t want to be your friend any more.


Please p̸u̸s̴h̸ ̷s̴t̵̠̭͇͑̾͌ơ̴̜̠̝̌p̸̒͜͝ ̴̜̋͝o̴̲͒̉͠ń̶̤͎̯̣̼͜͝ ̶̢͎̪̭̣̏͛̑̓̓͗t̵̻͔̩̗̎̎̾h̴̛͖̻̗̙̗͗̐̀͘̕e̶͖͙͕͛̿̾́̊̍̕͜ ̴̛̻̤V̶͉͗H̶͍̟̘̆́͗S̶̛͉̰̼̾͑̈́̅̓

pLease push stop

pleeaSe push stop

Pl̶̛͇̬̩̻͍̗̦̖̻̖̔̀̾͑͆̊̑̒͐͘͝ease push STPO

not even joking there is something terrible coming through the fringes of the static p̴̰̭͒à̷̼u̶͔̕ͅs̴̟͕͗ḛ̶̅̃d̶̦̙̈́͠ image

please pleaee s to o it


plee e en


Demons are not the only ones sending messages in the VHS static

Sometimes the messages in the VHS static are from chemical engineers at BASF who designed their own signatures into the on-tape compounds, and whose message is in every frame. Their message is typically that they are from Austria and like receiving blow jobs.

good to look at

Brain red

Here is another impossible colour, one you will clearly see but which cannot be painted with light or pigment. Luminous red, or, as cool people call it, brain red, is clearly, unmistakably red, but it is brighter than white. Which is impossible with light, because white is simply all the wavelengths at full blast, and red is only the red wavelengths with everything else off.

But your brain can see more than your eyes, and brain seeing looks just like regular seeing, in that the images are right there, real as a photograph, real as VHS flicker, real as the sick fleeting yellow of a fluorescent tube powering down.

To see brain red you begin with a blue green and tire out your retinas.

It’s specific, this blue green. It’s bluer than true green, and greener than cyan. It is the shade of sunlit barbicide, as the rays first catch it, in the first instant after you set down the glass. You stare, then the brain red follows.

In the image below you will see a circle of blue green with an x in the middle. Stare hard at the x. You will struggle to keep your focus on the x, and you will notice fringing at the edges of the barbicide. This is your retina tiring, a sign that you are about to see brain red.

Keep your attention as tight as you can. After ten seconds the barbicide will be replaced by white, and you will see a circle of brain red in the middle, brighter than the white. It will look like an idealized Japanese flag. After a while the barbicide circle will return and the animation will loop. Each time you see the brain red it will be brighter still.

Set the glass down. Don’t set the glass down. Whichever.


Stop thinking about tasting barbicide

Stop it.

Stop it right now.

Stop even thinking about thinking about it.

Stop thinking about how you could just quickly lift the lid and suck the juice off a comb in that moment when her back is turned.

Stop thinking about that. Stop it.


Do you ever wonder how barbicide tastes


Probably it tastes blue. Blue like twelve bars. Blue like Joni Mitchell. Blue like Gershwin. Blue like Miles Davis, kind of.

Blue like ritual. Blue like Windex. Blue like ammonia, which is not even blue but smells like Windex, which makes it brain blue, which is bluer than if it were actually blue anyhow.

Maybe barbicide is salty, a little. Maybe it's seawater flavoured pickle juice.

Maybe it tastes like more. Maybe let's all have another sip.


Stop drinking barbicide

It doesn’t only kill barbers.

It kills other salon professionals.

Barbers and salon professionals never drink barbicide. They know it tastes bad and they know it's poison.

Can you even imagine the glow of brain barbicide.

It will be as golden as any experience you've had.

Please, feel free to relax into the experience. Enjoy it. Do not notice that we're watching.

Do not notice as we watch your eyes.

Do not.