Teeth new group from Dublin ask you “why listen to the humanoid’s silly chatter?” This remix is from the future- they invade the Earth matrix through the Dublin, Ireland portal. They come rolling through in huge hi tech SUVs with specially designed bass bins to grind the remnants of western civilisation to dust. These aliens are cold electronic constructs. They have seen the Boomtown go to Gloomtown and now they scour the streets of the Electric City, Dubh Linn looking for pieces of electronic equipment to recycle and reuse. Cold hearted? They don’t even have a heart. Taken captive because of your mobile phone, you cower in the back seat hoping for some humanity as they go bouncing over the broken cement ruins of progress. Technophobe humans are exterminated as an afterthought. About halfway through the trip there is a glimmer of hope in the driver’s compartment but you’re not involved- they’ve tracked down some information- “YOU ARE NOT WANTED” are the last words you hear from the mirror shaded robotic ice cold killers…
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Elmer McCurdy
Elmer McCurdy was an Oklahoma outlaw whose mummified body was discovered in The Pike amusement zone in Long Beach, California in December 1976.
McCurdy, who was a part of a gang of outlaws, was shot dead in a gunfight in 1911. A contemporary newspaper account gave McCurdy’s last words as “You’ll never take me alive!” His body was taken to the funeral home [but] When no one claimed it, the undertaker embalmed it and allowed people to see “The Bandit Who Wouldn’t Give Up” for a nickel. People would place nickels in McCurdy’s mouth, which the undertaker would collect later.
Almost five years later, a man showed up from a nearby traveling carnival claiming to be McCurdy’s long-lost brother. He indicated that he wanted to give the corpse a proper burial. Within two weeks, however, McCurdy was a featured exhibit with the carnival. For the next 60 years, McCurdy’s body was sold to successive wax museums, carnivals, and haunted houses. The owner of a haunted house near Mount Rushmore, South Dakota, refused to purchase him because he thought that McCurdy’s body was actually a mannequin and was not lifelike enough.
Eventually, McCurdy’s corpse wound up at “The Pike” seaside amusement zone, inside the dark-ride attraction “Laff in the Dark” where he hung with other props, many of them painted day-glo yellow.
In December 1976, during filming at [The Pike] of the television show The Six Million Dollar Man, a crew member was moving what was thought to be a wax mannequin when its arm broke off. It was discovered that it was in fact embalmed and mummified human remains. Later, when medical examiner Thomas Noguchi opened the mummy’s mouth for other clues, he [found] a 1924 penny and a ticket from Sonney Amusement’s Museum of Crime in Los Angeles. That ticket and archived newspaper accounts helped police and researchers identify the body as that of Elmer McCurdy.
He was finally buried in 1977. The state medical examiner ordered that two cubic yards of concrete was to be poured over McCurdy’s casket, so that his remains would never be disturbed again.
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Elmer McCurdy
Elmer McCurdy was an Oklahoma outlaw whose mummified body was discovered in The Pike amusement zone in Long Beach, California in December 1976.
McCurdy, who was a part of a gang of outlaws, was shot dead in a gunfight in 1911. A contemporary newspaper account gave McCurdy’s last words as “You’ll never take me alive!” His body was taken to the funeral home [but] When no one claimed it, the undertaker embalmed it and allowed people to see “The Bandit Who Wouldn’t Give Up” for a nickel. People would place nickels in McCurdy’s mouth, which the undertaker would collect later.
Almost five years later, a man showed up from a nearby traveling carnival claiming to be McCurdy’s long-lost brother. He indicated that he wanted to give the corpse a proper burial. Within two weeks, however, McCurdy was a featured exhibit with the carnival. For the next 60 years, McCurdy’s body was sold to successive wax museums, carnivals, and haunted houses. The owner of a haunted house near Mount Rushmore, South Dakota, refused to purchase him because he thought that McCurdy’s body was actually a mannequin and was not lifelike enough.
Eventually, McCurdy’s corpse wound up at “The Pike” seaside amusement zone, inside the dark-ride attraction “Laff in the Dark” where he hung with other props, many of them painted day-glo yellow.
In December 1976, during filming at [The Pike] of the television show The Six Million Dollar Man, a crew member was moving what was thought to be a wax mannequin when its arm broke off. It was discovered that it was in fact embalmed and mummified human remains. Later, when medical examiner Thomas Noguchi opened the mummy’s mouth for other clues, he [found] a 1924 penny and a ticket from Sonney Amusement’s Museum of Crime in Los Angeles. That ticket and archived newspaper accounts helped police and researchers identify the body as that of Elmer McCurdy.
He was finally buried in 1977. The state medical examiner ordered that two cubic yards of concrete was to be poured over McCurdy’s casket, so that his remains would never be disturbed again.
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“It seems an inconsistency to assert unconditional democracy in all things, and yet confess a dislike to all mankind — in the mass. But not so. — But it’s an endless sermon, — no more of it. I began by saying that the reason I have not been to Lenox is this, — in the evening I feel completely done up, as the phrase is, and incapable of the long jolting to get to your house and back. In a week or so, I go to New York, to bury myself in a third-story room, and work and slave on my ‘Whale’ while it is driving through the press. That is the only way I can finish it now, — I am so pulled hither and thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose, — that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me; and the malicious Devil is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. My dear Sir, a presentiment is on me, — I shall at last be worn out and perish, like an old nutmeg-grater, grated to pieces by the constant attrition of the wood, that is, the nutmeg. What I feel most moved to write, that is banned, — it will not pay. Yet, altogether, write the other way I cannot. So the product is a final hash, and all my books are botches. I’m rather sore, perhaps, in this letter, but see my hand! — four blisters on this palm, made by hoes and hammers within the last few days. It is a rainy morning; so I am indoors, and all work suspended. I feel cheerfully disposed, and therefore I write a little bluely. Would the Gin were here! If ever, my dear Hawthorne, in the eternal times that are to come, you and I shall sit down in Paradise, in some little shady corner by ourselves; and if we shall by any means be able to smuggle a basket of champagne there (I won’t believe in a Temperance Heaven), and if we shall then cross our celestial legs in the celestial grass that is forever tropical, and strike our glasses and our heads together, till both musically ring in concert, — then, O my dear fellow-mortal, how shall we pleasantly discourse of all the things manifold which now so distress us, — when all the earth shall be but a reminiscence, yea, its final dissolution an antiquity. Then shall songs be composed as when wars are over; humorous, comic songs, — ‘Oh, when I lived in that queer little hole called the world,’ or, ‘Oh, when I toiled and sweated below,’ or, ‘Oh, when I knocked and was knocked in the fight’ — yes, let us look forward to such things. Let us swear that, though now we sweat, yet it is because of the dry heat which is indispensable to the nourishment of the vine which is to bear the grapes that are to give us the champagne hereafter.”
—Herman Melville’s letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne, June 1851.
I need to talk to an artist about it, but I would love to get the demon trumpet.
