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TV Moore

TV Moore (Timothy Vernon Moore) works across a range of media, including video, painting, sculpture, installation, photography, animation and theatrical forms. He received his MFA from CalArts in 2006.

Moore emerged as part of a generation of artists who pioneered a new wave of video art in Australia in the early 2000s. Since this time, his practice has been characterised by fervent experimentation, as well as formal and conceptual innovations that critically considered technology and methodologies across high and low culture. Using psychological space, in narrative and non-narrative structures, Moore's work seeks out stories within stories. He meshes history and mythology, exploring the individual in the context of group ritual and thinking.

Moore’s work has been nationally and internationally recognised. Career highlights include a survey show TV Moore’s Rum Jungle at Campbelltown Arts Centre and the solo museum show With Love & Squalor at the Australian Centre for Contemporary Art. He is a winner of the Anne Landa Award for Video and New Media Arts at the Art Gallery of NSW and a recipient of the Anne & Gordon Samstag International Visual Arts Scholarship. Moore has participated in numerous group exhibitions and biennales, including the 16th and 19th Biennale of Sydney; the Busan Biennale; T1: The Pantagruel Syndrome, Turin Triennale, co-curated by Francesco Bonami and Carolyn Christov-Bakargiev, Castello di Rivoli Museo d'Arte Contemporanea; among others. He currently lives and works in New York. In 2020 he was offered a year-long residency at Artspace, Sydney.

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Now is not the time to make new work. It is the time to look at everything that led to now and ask: What did I miss? This work, Apocatopia vol 1, was made in Los Angeles during US President George W. Bush’s second term. America was flailing, mired in the foreign wars it had started. The country was less divided than it is now, but I can’t shake the déjà vu.

At the time, I thought about a country whose faith in itself had grown tragic. Here was a citizen preacher – a stand-in for salvation – singing against the world. He was preaching to a country that mistook itself for the promised land, telling them they would get there soon.

I remember thinking about war, plan crashes and the Book of Revelation. It felt odd to me to consider how many people have those words as the last words in their mouths. Unconsciously, I knew this work wasn’t finished – I knew the words could protest another moment. That’s why I called it Vol.1.

Some archives are important to re visit and reimagine.

APOCATOPIA vol 1 & vol 1.5 2006-2020

09.11.2020

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭, 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘔𝘶𝘵𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘧 '𝘜𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢' 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, "𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘴?” 𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘵 by 𝘛V 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘢𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴, 2006. 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘭𝘺𝘯 O𝘹𝘭𝘦𝘺9.

10.11.2020

𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋…

11.11.2020

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰
ℌ𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔯𝔶, 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔯𝔶

12.11.2020

𝕺 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊, 𝕺 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊, 𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙? 𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙: 𝕽𝖊𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓: 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍, 𝕴𝖓 𝕲𝖔𝖉'𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙. 𝕬-𝖒𝖊𝖓.  𝕺 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊, 𝕺 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖑𝖉; 𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉? [𝕽𝖊𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓]  𝕺 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊, 𝕺 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊, 𝖂𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖎𝖓 𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊; 𝖂𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝕬𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖊: [𝕽𝖊𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓] 𝕺 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊, 𝕺 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊…

13.11.2020

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘, 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐱 '𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞, "𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 '𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 '𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞."𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝." 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬: “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥." 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦: "𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧."𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: "𝐎𝐡, 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝!" "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝." 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: “𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦, 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐎𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧?" 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝: "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧." 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠…

14.11.2020

Sᴼᴺᴳs ᴬs sᵀᴬᴺᴰ ᴵᴺs ғᴼᖇ ᴴᴼᴾᴱ ... I'ᴠᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ᴬ Mᴼᵀᴴᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ I'ᴠᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ᴬ Mᴼᵀᴴᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ Aᴺ' I ᴴᴼᴾᴱ sᴼᴹᴱ ᴰᴬʸ, ᵂᴱ'ᴸᴸ ᴬᴸᴸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᵀᴴᴱᖇᴱ Wᴬʸ ᴼᴠᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ I'ᴠᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ᴬ Fᴬᵀᴴᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ I'ᴠᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ᴬ Fᴬᵀᴴᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ Aᴺ' I ᴴᴼᴾᴱ sᴼᴹᴱ ᴰᴬʸ, ᵂᴱ'ᴸᴸ ᴬᴸᴸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᵀᴴᴱᖇᴱ Wᴬʸ ᴼᴠᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ I'ᴠᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ᴬ Sᴵsᵀᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ I'ᴠᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ᴬ Sᴵsᵀᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ Aᴺ' I ᴴᴼᴾᴱ sᴼᴹᴱ ᴰᴬʸ, ᵂᴱ'ᴸᴸ ᴬᴸᴸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᵀᴴᴱᖇᴱ Wᴬʸ ᴼᴠᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ I'ᴠᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ᴬ Bᖇᴼᵀᴴᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ I'ᴠᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ᴬ Bᖇᴼᵀᴴᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ Aᴺ' I ᴴᴼᴾᴱ sᴼᴹᴱ ᴰᴬʸ, ᵂᴱ'ᴸᴸ ᴬᴸᴸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᵀᴴᴱᖇᴱ Wᴬʸ ᴼᴠᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ Wᴬʸ ᴼᴠᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ Wᴬʸ ᴼᴠᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ Aᴺ' I ᴴᴼᴾᴱ sᴼᴹᴱ ᴰᴬʸ, ᵂᴱ'ᴸᴸ ᴬᴸᴸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᵀᴴᴱᖇᴱ Wᴬʸ ᴼᴠᴱᖇ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴ ᴾᖇᴼᴹᴵsᴱᴰ ᴸᴬᴺᴰ

15.11.2020

Lɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴿɪᴀʜ, ᴀɴ ᴇᴍʙᴀᴿᴿᴀssᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴿᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇᴿᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀs ᴅᴇsᴇᴿᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏᴿɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ. Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇᴿsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀᴋᴇs. Nᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ? ɢᴜʟʟʏғᴜᴄᴋ ʙɪᴛᴄʜᴡɪʟᴅ (ᴏᴿ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪs ɴᴇᴀᴿʟʏ ʜᴇᴿᴇ) BLUZZIZIZBAM ғʟᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴿᴇ ᴡᴏᴿᴿɪᴇs ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏᴿ ᴛʜᴇ ᴿᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛs Fᴜᴄᴋ ᴇᴍ Kɪʟʟ ᴇᴍ Fᴏᴿɢɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴍ Cᴏɴғᴇss ᴇᴍ Aʙᴜsᴇ ᴇᴍ Lᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ Sʜᴏᴡ ᴇᴍ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴿᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴿᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴿᴇᴀʟʟʏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴿᴜɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀᴍᴏᴋ ᴡᴇᴇᴘ sᴏʙ Gᴇᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ Nᴏ ᴄᴏsᴛ (Aʟʟ ᴄᴏsᴛ) Hᴇᴀᴿ ᴿᴀɪɴ Bᴇ-ᴛᴿᴀʏ ᴇᴍ Fʟᴀʏ ᴇᴍ (Lᴀʏ ᴇᴍ) Pᴀʏ ᴇᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴇxᴀɢɢᴇᴿᴀᴛᴇ! Cʟɪᴄᴋɪᴛʏ Cʟɪᴄᴋɪᴛʏ Cʟᴀᴄᴋ Gᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ Gᴇᴛ Cᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɢᴇᴛ Sᴇʟғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴSᴇʟғᴇᴅ! Gᴏ sᴜᴘᴇᴿ ᴅᴜᴘᴇᴿ ᴅᴜᴘᴇᴿ sɪʟʟʏ Sᴄᴿᴇᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴿᴇᴀᴍɪᴇsᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪɢɴɪᴛɪᴇsᴛ ᴅɪɢɴɪᴛʏ Cᴜᴛ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀᴿɪᴇs ᴜᴘ Lᴇᴛ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴛᴀʟᴋ Gᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴜᴘᴜᴘ ᴇᴍʙᴿᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀᴿɪᴇsᴛ sᴄᴀᴿʏ Bᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜsᴛɪᴇsᴛ ɴᴜᴛs Sᴋɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍᴀxɪᴇsᴛ ᴄʟɪᴍᴀx, ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴsɪᴇsᴛ ᴘᴀᴿᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴿᴅᴇsᴛ ʟᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇᴿʏ ᴡᴏᴿsᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴏғ ɢᴿɪᴇғ. ʜᴜᴿᴛ. sʜᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴍᴇ Bᴜᴿɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ Gᴇᴛ ᴘᴿᴏғᴏᴜɴᴅʟʏ ᴘᴿᴏғᴏᴜɴᴅʟʏ ᴘᴿᴏғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ ɪɴ ᴘᴿᴏғᴜɴᴅɪᴛʏ, (Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴿᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴀᴿᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇᴿʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇᴿʏᴛʜɪɴɢ) ᴇᴠᴇᴿʏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ғᴜᴛᴜᴿᴇs Oғғ- Oғғ- Oғғ- Oғғ Nᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ. Nᴏᴡ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ. Nᴏᴡ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ. ɴᴏ ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ. Gɪɢɢʟᴇ ғɪᴛ Mᴀsᴛᴜᴿʙᴀᴛᴇ. Gᴇᴛ ᴄᴜᴛ Cᴜᴛ Fᴇᴇʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴿᴜsʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜʜ Gᴏ ғᴇᴿ ғʟᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢғᴿᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴜᴛs ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪɢʜ ᴏғғ ʜᴏᴛ ᴅᴿᴜɴᴋ ғʟᴀʜ ғᴇᴿ ғᴜxɪɴɢ ғʟᴜx ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ. Sᴄᴿᴇᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴿᴇᴛs (ᴏɴᴇs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ) ʜɪɢʜ ɪs ʜᴏᴍᴇ Nᴏ ғɪx ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴀHᴀ-HA-HA Hɪɢʜ ᴘɪᴛᴄʜ Lᴏᴡ ᴘɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴀHA! (ʙʟᴜᴇғɪsʜ ʙʟᴏᴡғɪsʜ) ʜᴀHA! ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ ᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏɪɴɢ Gᴏ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ Iᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ -ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ Aɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴿᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ sᴜᴿᴇ ɪᴛ’s ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴛ’s ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ. (Yᴏᴜ Mᴀᴋᴇ Iᴛ ʙᴇʙᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ.) ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴀHA! I sᴀʏ HA-HA! Bᴇɢɪɴ HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! (ɢᴜʟᴘ.)