Cube-shaped Head

if you understand the genre, you know that nothing kills the noir vibe like an excess of rote sadism and a runtime over 90 minutes.

—James Lileks, The Bleat (via triggerwiles)

lileks:

Oh God the tables have turned please do not put me in your pants I am sorry I put you in my pants
 

lileks:

Oh God the tables have turned please do not put me in your pants I am sorry I put you in my pants

 

lileks:

Perry Mason has had too much coffee

lileks:

Perry Mason has had too much coffee

lileks:

That’s right, Tom! Laid a coil like a firehose, thanks to Bran. And you thought it was sex! Ho ho. No, it was the confident, steady, effortless evacuation of my bowels. Let me tell you more! As soon as I put on my special “Bran-Chat Slippers.”

lileks:

That’s right, Tom! Laid a coil like a firehose, thanks to Bran. And you thought it was sex! Ho ho. No, it was the confident, steady, effortless evacuation of my bowels. Let me tell you more! As soon as I put on my special “Bran-Chat Slippers.”