Showing posts with label Vanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vanity. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 January 2019

Indeed



Indeed, You are Powerful
As The Emperor has foreseen






Mary Poppins paused for a moment to glance at her reflection in the hall mirror. 

“Oh, do come on, Mary Poppins! You look all right,” said Michael impatiently. 

She wheeled about. Her expression was angry, outraged and astonished all at once. 

All right, indeed! That was hardly the word. 

All right, in her blue jacket with the silver buttons! 
All right with her gold locket round her neck! 
All right with the parrot-headed umbrella under her arm! 

Mary Poppins sniffed. 

“That will be enough from you – and more! she said shortly. 

Though what she meant was that it wasn’t nearly sufficient.






(Romana has let her hair down and is brushing it.

ROMANA: 
You're sulking. 

DOCTOR: 
I'm not sulking. 

ROMANA: 
That's ridiculous for somebody as old as you are. 

DOCTOR: 
I'm not old. What? 

ROMANA: 
Seven hundred and fifty nine? 

DOCTOR: 
Seven hundred and fifty six. That's not old, that's just mature. 

ROMANA: 
You've lost count somewhere. 





DOCTOR: 
Well, I ought to know my own age. 

ROMANA: 
Yes, but after the first few centuries, I expect things get a little bit foggy, don't they. 

DOCTOR: 
Now, listen. It's no good, this isn't going to work. 

ROMANA: 
Doctor, you're not giving me a chance. 
It's funny, you know, but before I met you, I was even willing to be impressed. 

DOCTOR: 
Indeed

ROMANA: 
Oh yes. Of course, now I realise that your behaviour simply derives from a subtransitory experiential hypertoid induced condition, aggravated, I expect, by multi-encephalogical tensions. 

DOCTOR: 
What's that supposed to mean? 


ROMANA: 
Well, to put it very simply, Doctor, you're suffering from a 
massive compensation syndrome. 

DOCTOR: 
Is that the sort of rubbish they're pouring into your head at the Academy? 

ROMANA: 
Do you know, I might even use your case in my thesis when I'm back on Gallifrey. 

DOCTOR: 
I'll show you whether I'm suffering from a massive compensation syndrome. And you're not going back to Gallifrey, not for a long time yet, I regret to say. Read out those coordinates again.

ROMANA: 
Forty nine four zero, vector's unchanged. 

DOCTOR: 
Same as before. Distance? 

ROMANA: One hundred and sixteen parsecs. 

DOCTOR: 
One hundred and sixteen parsecs. 
Must be the planet of Ribos. 
If it changes again while we're in the vortex, we could lose it. 

On the other hand -

ROMANA: 
Oh, take a chance. 

DOCTOR: 
I'll make the decisions here! 

ROMANA: 
Well, what shall we do? 

DOCTOR: 
We'll take a chance.

Sunday, 8 May 2016

Electricfetus - Gnostic Rebirth


Art Official Age

Artificial Cage

"Who do you think that is, there...?"


"Who do you think that is, there...?"

Well, fairly self-evidently, it's a female bearing Prince's symbol that he was showing us.

That's his sigil - his True Name. Inverted.


"The original trio recorded a few demos before Prince met the then-named Denise Matthews, a model and Canadian B movie actress, in January 1982. Prince was so taken by her charisma that he decided she would be the perfect frontwoman for his "Hookers" project. Matthews was eventually re-christened Vanity. 

Prince had originally suggested that she use the stage name "Vagina" (to be pronounced /vaginɑ/); she declined and renamed herself "Vanity" instead.

Other versions of the story suggest that it was Prince himself who coined the name "Vanity", as he said that looking at her was like looking in a mirror at the female version of himself. 

Around this time, Prince and Vanity began a romantic relationship. "

Sorry honey, there's a recession on.




"We expect Brother Nelson to be resurrected here on Earth, just like the Bible says, when Jehovah cleanses this Earth of all it's evil, there'll be a resurrection and we will welcome him back - and he'll be right [here] like flesh and blood, like you and me are talking here right now.

It's a deep, deep belief that we have."

http://spikethenews.blogspot.com/2016/05/disguises.html


Any day now, we expect to see him, in the flesh, alive and well.

He just might be Sister Nelson then.

And we will welcome him back with love and open arms.



"Electric Fetus"...?

This was his final tweet.

"Electric word 'Life', it means 'forever' and that's a mighty long time, but I'm here to tell ya - there's something else :

The AfterWorld."

Who do you think that is, there...?

Who do you think that is, there...?

Who do you think that is, there...?