"You Can All Touch Me (Later)" by Sam France

I'd like it noted that my hair is in the upper right-hand corner of the photo with Sarah Finlayson as evidence that I'm somewhat in the know concerning what's happening with this movie, (I'm there, I'm not crusting over/pan and the inevitable No rising, Yes/dead (?,) and it's currently 4:20 ooooh dude fuggin' smokeout shiiit!!! Have you ever smoked weed? It's kinda nice and sincerely safe; I don't see the problem with it and all that. Fuck the police, comin' straight from the underground. Getcher snack on. Anyways, the film's churnin' out great New butter cells like a fucking pedal-machine! (raaaandooom saam hahaha holy fuck!!!) Do you think I should've started "Anyways" in a new paragraph? Definitely arguable. But, uh, ah yes -- the filmage is surreal and genuine. Not to say that the film doesn't suck, which it does. The only film that doesn't suck is Citizen Kane because Orsen Welles is a fucking genius dude you don't even know, he cut a fucking hole in the ground to film the bedroom-trashing scene and I mean the film is essentially a visual masterpiece, sooooo ahead of its time and shit to the point that it's like, wow -- this film is so NOT bad. It's good. I've never seen it, but I mean this isn't bullshit arguable film observation thiss is like FACT. But black curtain-creep circus reels aside, I'd like it known that I plan on quitting HAOJ production this evening -- leaving the film Sam-less and basically perfect. I add nothing to the film but the occasional squirt of pesticide popsicle bullshit, and Rado hates me so it's really all good. I'm also going to call an end to Foxygen to start a new group with Luke Suzumoto and Alyssa Litman called The Wandering Collies' Infinite Black Hole Whole School Bus Command Center For The Cold And Homeless. I also plan on ending Bryan felber's life so he can be set free of his strangling lifehold and be free. If you little fuckers call the police over this stupid blog I will kick your hair myself.

-Ghost Flybox