Only a Handful of People Exist 7: Nicolas Cage

A putrid acting disaster

A snort, a whinny, a stamp of the hoof, and possibly the most irritating rip-off of James Stewart's down-home drawl, introduces you to one of Hollywood's most incurable doses of the clap, Nicholas Kim Coppola. 

Known to the anserine masses hooked on Hollywood tranquilisers as loveable Nicolas Cage, this scrambled-brain simpleton is in actual fact the nephew of his rather famous uncle Francis Ford Coppola. In order to pass himself off as just an ordinary guy during the 1980s he changed his last name to 'Cage'. This also fitted in with his delusional state of mind due to the sad and tragic fact that he thinks he is a super hero like Luke Cage. In reality the only thing super about this clown is his superannuated ego and the sales figure of his comic book collection.

In true time-honoured style this hound- dog faced half-wit was groomed by his uncle who put him into two of his own films to appeal to 80s American yoof. Ping-ponging himself from 'cult' film to 'cult' film, the turgid oaf appeared completely out of his depth and out of orbit. It was then that he discovered the world of blockbusters and cheap and nasty plastic Hollywood scripts. At last he had found his true place in the movies. Not having to play difficult to interpret parts, where he had always consistently failed, but to play himself over and over again, in gut-wrenchingly mediocre form. The slobbering drawl worked its way through truly shocking pap such as Face/Off, Snake Eyes, Leaving Las Vegas and The Rock. 

But the real shite dropped from Hollywood's rectum for the pan slosh of World Trade Centre, possibly the worst movie ever made and also the most ludicrous script ever conceived. Cage gobbled it all up to put himself right on display as the all-American hero saving the day, if not his bankrupted estates, for the whole world to look on in awe.  Here is a man who will do anything to keep himself in the public eye and gorge on his fame for all it's worth. Even if that meant exploiting other people's tragedy and twisting the truth so much it snapped. Cage is the man. The very definition of Mr Corrupt, Shifty and Hypocritical.

The world's worst ever remake of The Wicker Man really showed just how completely talentless an actor you would have to be to make an amazing classic film turn into a vat of steaming excrement. Cage you've done it again my son. Profit over talent. One in a million. Can't wait to read Cage's book on the secrets of his 'acting' technique, which he ridiculously calls 'nouveau shamanic'. As Cage suffers from malapropisms most severe we translate this to really mean 'nouveau shambolic' because Cage is the furthest removed from a shaman you can actually get. 

Here we have a spoilt brat thrust into the starlight despite having no talent, no ability, but a famous uncle who could grease some palms and bring this loathsome snake to the forefront as one of Hollywood's biggest earning 'actors'.

Our 'nouveau shaman' managed to blow his $40 million a year salary and mindlessly forget to pay in the region of $7 million of federal tax. An honest mistake any castle owner could make. It must really be tough to be a multimillionaire like Cage and his non-existent acting skills coupled with his legendary way with the women (2 divorces, 1 marriage lasting for a couple of months, and domestic abuse against his current stepford wife) make him a real loveable chap, just like you or I. 

We can hardly wait to hear about his next divorce, the next property he sells for millions of dollars, the next property he buys for millions of dollars and the next woeful Hollywood blockbuster he stars in. But more to the point we can't wait to see this gangly, pug-ugly faced, drooling, dreary, patriotic redneck dick, shuffle off the planet in a torrent of drug and alcohol abuse in some over sized and kitsch chateau, whilst being filmed by trigger happy Oliver 'utter bullshit' Stone for his latest truth-bending biopic called 'Coppola Cage: Hollywood's plastic shaman'.

Love from Raygun 

INK House Studios: More than 30% Savings on Business Room Hire!

Business Room Hire for all of your needs!

INK House Studios provides a number of modern training, meeting, conference and seminar rooms equipped with tables, chairs, blackboard, whiteboard, hot and cold water dispenser, food and drink, wifi, flipchart and heating.  All of our rooms are available for hire, details of each of the rooms are listed below along with specific information on cost of hire and maximum capacities in each room.

Business Room 1

A 740 sqft open plan space suitable for business meetings, training sessions, and conferences, including many group activities. The space is provided as an empty unit but the site benefits from various furnishings which can be added. All facilities are included in the price, including heating and electricity in the room.
Groups      =       £10 per hour.
Single        =       individual rates negotiable.
Rates for specific events negotiable. Group rates start from 4 up to 20+ people.

Business Room 2

A 130 sqft space, suitable for business meetings,seminars, training sessions and conferences. The space is provided with a large round table and eight chairs and includes a white and black board and a hot and cold water dispenser. All facilities are included in the price, including heating and electricity in the room.
Groups  =   £9 per hour.
Single    =    individual rates negotiable.
Group rates start from 3 to 10 people seated comfortably.

Business Room 3

A 56 sqft space, suitable for one on one training sessions, interviews, meetings, or even a break-away space from the main rooms as it is a serene, quiet space to work in. The space is provided with desk and chairs and includes a white board. All facilities are included in the price, including heating and electricity in the room.
2 persons    =   £3 per hour.
Single         =   individual rates negotiable.
Seats two people comfortably.
There is also access to a small storage area with this room which maybe hired for a nominal fee/negotiable for continuous customers.

Wifi is available throughout the premises, a secure cloakroom is on site to store personal belongings whilst carrying out work activities. Secure storage units are also available if necessary. PCs, laptops and projectors can be provided at a small fee upon request. Scanning, photocopying and printing are all available for a small fee.

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INK House Studios is your corporate and business off-site storage specialist. Studies indicate that 43% of a company's records are appropriate for storage and that 18% of office space is occupied by non-productive inventory and furnishings.

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Collage: Wolf Boy And The Number 12 Bus

As Wolf boy sat
Alone in the Bus shelter
Waiting for the number 12 Bus
To take him to
Remington Place
His mind started to drift
And reminisce
About his long lost love
Margaret Sykes
And all of the special things
That Wolf boy
Adored about her
The way she tied her hair back
With pieces of old string
How she looked
In a polka dot bikini
Made from old curtains
Her brilliant use
Of foul language
In the cinema
And the way
She used to delicately
Suck
Cheap lollipops
Whilst watching "Casualty"
On her Portable
Colour T.V set
Which was balanced precariously
On the edge
Of a worm ridden
Wooden table
Standing lonely
In her tiny
Living room
And as the memories
Started to reside
Slowly into the Back
Of his mind
Wolf boy suddenly looked up
Quite startled
And
In a blind panic
Dashed out of the Bus shelter
Howling at the top of his voice
As the last
Number 12 Bus
Of the evening
Drove on by


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Collage by Heston Quiff

Written by Tommy Dandruff

Collage: Dress For The Moment

In casual distant memory box
On top of sand dunes cluttered
Viewing metal porpoises rusting
In calm sea dancing
To aquatic underwater symphonies
Swirling Wurlitzer blows bubbles
Drifting galleons down supper hastily
Inside out ribbons of fancy
Trailing against soft pink handshake
Cut into sections side pockets
Dowsed with petals silver showers
Enveloping her slow smoke bellows
Raising onwards to ageing rafters
Oiled torso twisting delicate
Drapes of silken blue tender
Inside neon red signs of adulation
Collecting teardrops in a tea cup
Without spilling the buried temptation
All rise
Dressed in shining golden armour
All rise
Dressed in tight leather tourniquet
All rise
Dressed in slim suit soft tailored
All rise
Dressed in white gown alter scurry
All rise
And wet embrace
Your invisible friend
Whilst slowly
Entwined with barbed wire
And casually
Spoon fed dripping honey
Yet always
With everlasting freedom
Dressing
For the moment


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Collage by Heston Quiff

Cut-up writing by Spartacus Mole

Celebrity Binman Part 2: Carole Malone

I'm Zelda from the Terrahawks

Here we have part two of the game "Celebrity Binman", a game which you can play from the comfort of your very own Charles Dickens armchair, or massively out of shape Thomas the Tank Engine bean bag. To play you must be a subscriber to our website, this way you will be able to cast a vote from the list of potential victims..er I mean participants.

Part one saw the silver haired squeak "Philip Schofield" chosen to endure a week of gruelling twelve hour shifts at the mercy of not only the binmen themselves, but the grime of the nation. By the end of the week "Mr Schofield" was as limp as a Vicars handbag, and babbling incoherently like a backwater simpleton. All in all a resounding success I think you will agree.

For part two of "Celebrity Binman" we see that the good ole subscribers have chosen that foul minded old crone "Carole Malone" to participate in "Celebrity Binman". Looking like "Zelda" from eighties sci-fi puppet drama "Terrahawks", and with all the personal appeal of a flea ridden, urine stinking cat that has just decided to throw up a football sized hairball encrusted with stomach bile, mice skulls, and half digested cat food, "Carole Malone" is clearly a worthy choice for this role. And with no resounding talent in any way, shape or form, no better choice could have been made for this months game.

The location for "Carole Malone" to spend a week of gruelling twelve hour shifts as a "Celebrity Binman" is deep in the heart of the East end of London amidst a backdrop of dark cockney drum and bass, Jack the Ripper style Masonic slashings, drugged up alleyway bum bashings, and sky vomit wipeouts. The binmen will take the horrible old bastard "Carole Malone", who incidentally used to be "Peter Cushings" stunt double for a short time, around some of the most disgusting areas they can find in an attempt to get "Zelda" closer to her natural self.

No attempt will be made at any time to pander to the whingeing, crying, pleading for mercy or multiple breakdowns that may ensue as the week goes on for this months "Celebrity Binman" choice "Carole Malone".

And so there we have it. This months choice to spend a week as a "Celebrity Binman" is that hideous, repugnant old cretin "Carole Malone". Stay tuned to find out the outcome of this game next time on "Celebrity Binman".


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Written by Roland Barnacle

Collage: All Back To Mine

Raise your concrete glass
With paper trail in closet
Gangrene yourself a new personality
Strip down cold war jackets
Raise purple ruffles to the moon
Spray scent into your eyes brown widening
Call out names blue turbo
Wood shaving bags in corner wet shade
All back to mine
For a custard tart replay
And rum truffle fondling
Without the happy medium
Of being in the end contented
Draped in sunflower knitted scarf
Long length to red knees
keeping warm your knocking knee caps
All back to mine
All back to mine
For a finger of fudge
And a half time giggle resistor
All back to mine
All back to mine


Yet again a huge thanks to INK House Studios collaborator Spartacus Mole for taking the time to construct these cut-up words to go with my piece of collage artwork. The collage is 50 cms x 50 cms, and is available via the deviant art link on our website along with many other pieces of artwork.

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Abstract Collage by Heston Quiff

Cut-up words by Spartacus Mole

The Harridans CD Inlay: Listen With The Harridans

The above image is a CD inlay for lo-fi post punk band "The Harridans". The album is called "Listen With The Harridans" as this is what they would like you to do, just as they did when they recorded it.

Even though the picture has in no way been altered, or indeed airbrushed for a more sleek and refined look to the classic harridan "Nora Batty's" face, it still does not alter her perfection for this CD inlay.

On this CD the songs are all centred around an imaginary inbred village full of mindless webfooted moronic spitefulls that exist within this imaginary world. The lyrical content is sardonic, full of venom, and scathing sarcasm, whilst the music itself is deliberately mocking of this hideous inbred village.

Stylistically the music is still in keeping with it's post punk/lo-fi approach, however there are elements of Country Rock, Avant-Garde, and experimental improvisations to keep the concept fused together.

The Songs contained on this CD are as follows:


1) Inbred Funk

2) Yokel Piece Of Shit

3) Concrete Pig

4) Sadistic Anorak

5) Chicken Fister

6) Boss Hog/Hog Castrator/Porkies Diner

7) White Trash Song

8) Brush Ballad


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Image chosen by The Harridans

Written by Scythe Underdog

Missing Boiled Egg Poster

This poster is a plea to all the good natured members of the public out there to help find my son's missing boiled egg.

All of our family have been frantically looking for over a week now, and we are becoming increasingly concerned as the weather is quite chilly at the moment, especially at night time, and we really do not want our son's boiled egg catching a cold or worst still being eaten by a fox.

We really cannot understand how the boiled egg was able to disappear from our son's power rangers egg cup in the first place as we were all only momentarily distracted from the table by our neighbour "Jim Jim" who was outside on his front lawn wrestling with his pet pig called "Sandra". This lasted for only 5 minutes at the most, yet when we turned back to the kitchen table the boiled egg was gone.

The police understandably are very busy at the moment, and they have really tried to be patient with our plight, but have found it almost impossible not to become aggressive with us resulting in the use of pepper spray, and rubber bullets being used on us as we keep constantly bombarding them with our idiotic theories on who could have taken our son's boiled egg.

One of our theories is that Satanic overlords have kidnapped the boiled egg for their blood curdling rituals. Another of our theories is that Mrs Miggins from No:9 sneaked in and stole the boiled egg on her mobility scooter to fill her own gluttonous stomach.

Whatever the reason we just want our son's missing boiled egg back in his power rangers egg cup, right next to his bread soldiers, which incidentally are really stale and crunchy at this moment in time.

If anybody can help please contact your local Crimestoppers helpline, or you can contact us directly on the address below.

Many thanks for your time

Mrs Beryl Blanket
1210 Semolina Court
The Witchfinder General Estate
Just left of Towering Inferno alleyway
Behind the burnt out Renault
The house with a rusty steel door
Careful of the Rottweiler
That's it right beside the Council tip


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Collage poster by Arnie Canoe

Written by Roland Barnacle

The Diamond Jubilee Golem

Just as the diner
Sat down at the table
After a brief visit
To the toilet
For a minor adjustment
Of his snagging pants
A small rip
In the fabric of space
Opened up
Spewing out
A rather sleepy
Yet ultimately dumb looking
Red, White, and Blue
Diamond Jubilee Golem
With a soft splat
The Golem landed
Onto the diners
Succulent salmon
With creamy sauce topping
And
After a brief internal yawn
That caused stomach rumblings
And a brief expulsion of gas
The Red, White, and Blue
Diamond Jubilee Golem
Slowly closed
His tired eyes
Leaving the hungry diner
To watch open mouthed
As his food
Slowly
Turned
Cold


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Image by Arnie Canoe

Written by Arnie Canoe

Collage: Free Time Must Be Used Productively

Collecting dust in a rain cap
Without Archibald crouching shadows
Smiling like an orange Nuclear flower
Entering silver goblets carefully
Brazen whip cracks tidy
Living in a bucket lonely
If only the cryptic bunnies could dance
Wet squelching feet
Rome red polished door
Solid green laughter
Watching the tartan bombay numb squad
Amidst metal tins and psychedelic bins
Play with transistor lottery nests
Molten beats drip
Rectangular chocolate eye flutters
As time floats past
Astride bronze chariot wheelbarrow
Our time so free
We must use it wisely
Our time so free
With a productive conductor
Of elemental traffic cone mountains
Transmitting
Intermittently
Free time
Must be used
Productively


The above collage is 100cms x 70cms, and the cut-up words that accompany it were very kindly constructed yet again by Spartacus Mole.

All of the INK House Studios artwork can be found by visiting our website and clicking on the deviant art link.

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Abstract collage by Heston Quiff

Cut-up words by Spartacus Mole

Walking Labia Part 2: Meg Ryan

Are you interested in having bionic legs?

Here we have a perfect example of a patient straight from the corridors of the Baron Frankenstein school of plastic surgery with a 'trout pout' that looks more like a labia than a mouth.

'Meg Ryan' along with many other actors, and actresses have succumbed to the notion that by having grotesque plastic surgery, lips the size of rubber rings, and other surgical procedures such as the 'Cranial twizzle', and a recently developed technique called the 'Non-surgical chin slap', that they are prolonging their careers for an infinite number of years. This is clearly nonsense.

The movie industry as well as the music industry, only has a need for a mind controlled slave that will mindlessly promote, advertise, and take part in the Illuminated Industries sinister agenda without question. These Illuminated individuals could not give a rats cock what moronic vegetables like 'Meg Ryan' look like so long as they serve their masters.

So what next for people like 'Meg Ryan'?

What if the newly promoted Illuminated accessory for all the fake plasticated mind slaves in Hollywood was to have false legs? No need for airbrushing photos. No more cellulite. No more fat. The false legs could be bionic making jumping through dense thorny hedges, and over really tall brick walls a walk in the park. All that would be required would be the removal of your own legs, and $100'000 of your Corporate shill money for a set of bionic legs, and a month in the Baron Frankenstein school of plastic surgery. Then the work would just roll in like never before...unless the Illuminated Industry decide you are past your sell by date that is.


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Written by Roland Barnacle






 

The Graffiti Golems

As the Graffiti artist
Slowly crouched down
To apply the final touch
Of crimson red
Spray paint
To his beautiful
Piece of artwork
From nowhere
And in a flash of light
Appeared three goggle eyed
Dumb struck
Golems
And before the Graffiti artist
Was able to stop himself
He applied a crimson red
Streak of spray paint
Right across the faces
And smack bang in the eyes
Of the three
Gormless
Golems
Who were now red faced
Red eyed
And still oblivious
To where on Earth
They actually
Were


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Artwork and story by Arnie Canoe

Collage: You Have Time

Artificial fragments combust
Two coins rusty till burnt orange
A scattering of audible applause
Individual hand cuffs for the dejected
Thinking with pink visions
Steel door closes in a flash
Clanking with buckets crashing
Into a ceramic pond
Littered with frozen fish
Caught in suspended animation
Looking for a clean breath
Not dust bound
Without sky mites crawling
Over damp naked
Bodies of last years stories
And yet it still remains
In Country cold splintered
That with knee bones knocking
And finger nails chewed red
We still have time
To flatten our egos
With a loose tear in thimble
And a virtual mind no barricades
Remembering without fear
Or haunting cloaked figurines
That we will always
Have  
Time


The above collage is 100cms x 100cms.

Many thanks to Spartacus Mole for very kindly putting together the cut-up words that go together with the above abstract collage.

All artwork is available to buy from deviant art, and this link can be found via our website.


For more artwork, abstract paintings, collage, comic strips, cut-up writing, surreal short stories, political satire, and much more visit www.instantnowhere.com and subscribe your body hair to an Instant Nowhere Kultural Universe.


Abstract collage by Heston Quiff

Cut-up words by Spartacus Mole

How The Stars Relax Part 20: Des O'Connor



I love whistling inane tunes

Des o'connor, cryogenically frozen mahogany sideboard, and whistler of innane tunes, likes to relax by getting pissed up on cooking sherry and racing around his garden using his very own NASA designed Jetpack.


For more how the stars relax, celebrity binman, monthly piece of shit, only a handful of people exist, odd one out, political satire, and much more visit www.instantnowhere.com and subscribe your armpits to an Instant Nowhere Kultural Universe.


Written by Roland Barnacle

FRAUD: Lady GaGa

Puppet of the illuminated record industry 'Lady GaGa' is seen here with what looks like a halo behind her MK ULTRA blasted mind. Her vacuous expression which is an attempt to look serene, just ends up looking like an oxygen starved halibut that has just flapped onto dry land.

Lady GaGa's stage act, videos, songs, and public appearances are riddled with symbolism, and ritualistic elements of the Illuminati. Her outrageous costumes very often show that what we are dealing with here is somebody who is clearly a shell manipulated into dancing to somebody else's tune altogether whether she likes it or not.

FRAUD, sums up not only this lobotomised freak, but also the fake and superficial illuminated record industry that has perverted all that was once great about music, and turned it into nothing more than a freakshow for the talentless.


For more surreal short stories, music by The Harridans, only a handful of people exist, walking corporate billboards, magazines, and much more visit www.instantnowhere.com and subscribe your toe nails to an Instant Nowhere Kultural Universe.


Image by Arnie Canoe

Written by Roland Barnacle

Harry The Harridan And The Jellybean Rainstorm

In preparation for going outside
Into the rain
And torrential hailstorm
Which incidentally
Sounded like a drum solo
On the tin roof
Of his shed
Harry the Harridan
Put on his favourite
Bright Yellow
Waterproof coat
And matching face mask
Opened the door
Of his rather dilapidated
And unstable shed
Stepped outside
And stopped dead
In his tracks
Realising in an instant
That it was not rain
Or a torrential hailstorm
That was causing
Drum solo type noises
On his tin roof
It was in fact
A torrential downpour
Of Millions
And millions
Of multi-coloured
Jellybeans
Harry looked on bemused
Paused for a few brief seconds
Looked skywards
Opened his mouth
And spent
The next ten minutes
Filling his greedy mouth
With the torrential
Downpour
Of Jellybeans


For more surreal short stories, magazines, comic strips, collage artwork, abstract paintings, political satire, how the stars relax, and much more visit www.instantnowhere.com and subscribe your left ventricle to an Instant Nowhere Kultural Universe.


Image by Arnie Canoe

Written by Tommy Dandruff

Collage: That Employee Will Not Be Discussing It

Here we have a collage that clearly shows the Stormtrooper style fascist approach that the Tory led Government, driven by the devious illuminated hidden hands within Whitehall, want to implement through the new proposed changes to employment law that would see employers given a free hand to get rid of any employee without question.

This complete disregard for the working class is clear for all to see, and would result in an almost tyrannical running of companies that would render the working classes even more powerless than before.

The Bilderberg Bitch 'Thatcher' destroyed the unions leaving workers high and dry and at the mercy of many of the nepotistic, greed filled, power hungry, and sociopathic control freaks that run many of the companies in existence today.

Everything up to this point is systematic in trying to silence, and keep down the working classes.

Why you may ask?

The answer is simple.

The working class are the majority, and majority rules.

This means that we, the working class have the power, and not the sinister grey suited reptoids that skulk and slither the corridors of power plagued by paranoid delusions of grandeur, fuelled by grotesque greed filled thoughts, and driven by a God like complex of hideous proportions.

Time for us all to finally wake up.


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Collage artwork by Heston Quiff

Written by Roland Barnacle

Abstract Collage: Sweet And Slow Voyeur

Here we have the second abstract collage that goes with the first piece of collage artwork called 'Darkest Tender'.

Both were created using the same materials and processes, and both are 100 cms x 70 cms. However where as the first collage 'Darkest Tender' is about the slightly darker side of eroticism, this piece called 'Sweet and Slow Voyeur', is about viewing the unattainable images in ones fantasies and dreams from a distance.

Although similar in style when seen together, the two pieces of collage artwork have a very different feel about them on closer inspection.

Both pieces of artwork are available via the deviant art link on our website.


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Collage artwork by Heston Quiff.

Abstract Collage: Darkest Tender

This collage has been created using a mix of acrylic paints, ink, spray paints, and a collection of different magazines of varying texture.

The collage is called 'Darkest Tender', the dimensions are 100 cms x 70 cms, and the piece is about sexual yearning, isolation, eroticism, and the darker side of sexual practises.

Another collage has been created to go alongside the above image, and both of these are available via the deviant art link on our website.

The second collage that goes with this piece will be posted shortly for those of you who are interested. For those of you that are not interested just close your eyes, count to ten, and I am sure it will just go away by the time you look again.


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Collage artwork by Heston Quiff