"max"

kheleesi

i was sick yesterday so i got to do my favourite sick day activity: lie in bed and listen to the audiobook of adrian higginbotham's "midnight in chernobyl". boris shcherbina... maria protsenko... the RBMK-1000 reactor... my old friends...

that's me

shit which i don't care about should be tax deductible. if i have to cover 100% of the cost of a guy replacing my washing machine hose i need a sweetener

(taking bart by the shoulder) lisa is your sister... you should advocate for her. raise her up

if i was a travelling bard in 2153 roaming the landscape after the fall of the west i would probably tell a parable of two brothers, bovino, strong like a cow, and bongino, loud like a bell, who were both so stupid they destroyed themselves

this whole time i thought bovino was bongino. but he's not. there's bongino and bovino

that's true. she actually doesn't say anything about where it is.

in big yellow taxi joni mitchell says they "paved" paradise, implying a single level open space, but "put up" a parking lot, which suggests a multistorey facility. i'd just like to know which

i have watched and reviewed "marty supreme" (2026) boxd.it/cMiiih

lost my corn-shaped remote control in the cornfield and my favourite show, the corn hour, starts in five minutes

this australian open match must be kendrick vs. drake beef the way it's duckworth against a sinner! 💯💯😤

love it when i get fresh oats in my nosebag

i refuse to see the humour in being tickled… it’s simply too low brow for my sense of humour

it would be cool if someone made a pirate movie where every so often the captain turned to the camera and said "what say ye, mateys?" and everyone in the audience could say "aye aye, cap'n". and then the movie would continue

(airpods in landing the plane while air traffic control screams into my headset that the runways are all full) all good cheers

yeah dude it's exciting. we're all frigging our clits about it

guy who thinks gollum’s name is “colin”: colin is such a complex character,

i only have one pot i trust to cook rice good. the others will probably betray me

burning is crazy. that stuff you didn't need is just gone

MACGUFFIN WORLD By Max Lavergne We touched down on Macguffin World, where every key unlocked another key, and every symbol was referent to another symbol, and each piece of map was missing a piece of map, including the pieces that themselves fit into larger pieces, which was all of them - and the atmospheric conditions were controlled by the alignment of a talisman and the native fauna responded to the sounding of a mythic horn and the shapes on the sand were formed by the movement of the tides, which were shaped by the phases of the moon, which waxed and waned and superwaxed, from time to time, and also its corresponding inverse in accordance with the secret meanings of the shapes on the sand and the acidity of the water increased or decreased in relation to the will of seven angelic birds inside of seven crystal orbs in seven ancient temples and every piece of detritus was the antagonist in the hero's journey of another piece of detritus and in landing on the planet we had set in chain a cascade of events that had been prophesied millennia hence - although no one noticed, because everything else that happened had also been prophesied millennia hence, and our landing on the planet had been just one small link in something else's TEXT CONTINUED IN NEXT IMAGE

cascade of events, and was neither noteworthy nor interesting to anything else on Macguffin World - not until we made a principled decision to leave Macguffin World forever in the spaceship we owned and were allowed to do with anything we wanted - and found ourselves pursued by all the odd pieces, the other halves, the broken corners, the crystals of no consequence, the lesser tomes, the junk gloves, the empty boxes, the watery potions, the common swords, the dull stars, the worthless rings, the harmless A-bombs, the ashes of an unrelated corpse and empty briefcases and irrelevant blueprints and napkins with no great insight jotted down on them and symbols to which the appropriate meaning was confusing or long-forgotten, each seeking the element which would make them the most important part of an elaborate plan that would solve everything and save the universe. But we escaped too fast. Who knows what might have happened if they had caught us. We might have fit in with them, or they in with us, or the distinction may have been meaningless - but in any case they didn't, and everything remained the same. Subscribe at infinitegossip.ghost.io

macguffin world. subscribe at INFINITE GOSSIP infinitegossip.ghost.io/macguffin-wo...

contrary to what you might think the name "toadstool" came first. and then they had to come up with a creature who would sit on such a mushroom. cue the perfect frog

(goading the guy at the pub who has a metal arm that can punch through walls) i heard the police station wall was talking shit about you dude

I regret to inform you that max has done it again, and made another poem that fits seemlessly into all his other poems, revealing the true meaning of each one, and the whole revealing the underlying truth of the universe and also it's pretty good, check it out

thank you for still reading dude!!

MACGUFFIN WORLD By Max Lavergne We touched down on Macguffin World, where every key unlocked another key, and every symbol was referent to another symbol, and each piece of map was missing a piece of map, including the pieces that themselves fit into larger pieces, which was all of them - and the atmospheric conditions were controlled by the alignment of a talisman and the native fauna responded to the sounding of a mythic horn and the shapes on the sand were formed by the movement of the tides, which were shaped by the phases of the moon, which waxed and waned and superwaxed, from time to time, and also its corresponding inverse in accordance with the secret meanings of the shapes on the sand and the acidity of the water increased or decreased in relation to the will of seven angelic birds inside of seven crystal orbs in seven ancient temples and every piece of detritus was the antagonist in the hero's journey of another piece of detritus and in landing on the planet we had set in chain a cascade of events that had been prophesied millennia hence - although no one noticed, because everything else that happened had also been prophesied millennia hence, and our landing on the planet had been just one small link in something else's TEXT CONTINUED IN NEXT IMAGE

cascade of events, and was neither noteworthy nor interesting to anything else on Macguffin World - not until we made a principled decision to leave Macguffin World forever in the spaceship we owned and were allowed to do with anything we wanted - and found ourselves pursued by all the odd pieces, the other halves, the broken corners, the crystals of no consequence, the lesser tomes, the junk gloves, the empty boxes, the watery potions, the common swords, the dull stars, the worthless rings, the harmless A-bombs, the ashes of an unrelated corpse and empty briefcases and irrelevant blueprints and napkins with no great insight jotted down on them and symbols to which the appropriate meaning was confusing or long-forgotten, each seeking the element which would make them the most important part of an elaborate plan that would solve everything and save the universe. But we escaped too fast. Who knows what might have happened if they had caught us. We might have fit in with them, or they in with us, or the distinction may have been meaningless - but in any case they didn't, and everything remained the same. Subscribe at infinitegossip.ghost.io

macguffin world. subscribe at INFINITE GOSSIP infinitegossip.ghost.io/macguffin-wo...

i have watched and reviewed 28 years later: the bone temple (2026) boxd.it/cE3iAX

i've noticed that some people don't seem to like touching the saw blade i replaced my missing hand with

psyching up phil collins before he goes in the booth: you'll be fine. just say susussudio a bunch of times

(checking out a historical event) is this the tragedy or the farce