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Gupter Puncher Issue 8 [Preview]

In Uncategorized on January 13, 2011 at 10:13 pm

               Gupter Puncher is alive!

Gupter Puncher has returned from the desert highway of Los Albaricoques, and the snowy snow of Bolzano, and…LaCoruna…

…and somewhere along the way picked issue 8 of Gupter out of the dirt.

It will be in London, New York, and I don’t really know why, LA.

There will be:

Wahlberg on Wahlberg: Retrospective of Marky Mark’s films, including the one where he talks to a plant and pretends to know science.

John Cusack looking homeless

El Indio

Interview with a Hong Kong film director that no one outside of HK knows…

Review of Pirates 4

and The Adjustment Bureau

and Sucker Punch

and The Green Lantern

and Paul

and The Belgrade Phantom

and Confessions [a Japanese film]

and…

fuck i’m running out of computer battery…someone’s using the microwave in the hostel…gotta go.,..

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The things we should’ve left in the fire [but didn’t]

In Gupter Puncher/Oli Johns on August 31, 2010 at 1:01 pm

 

What Mark Wahlberg did after ‘The Departed’…

He [Wahlberg] put the oscar nomination card next to the agent’s phone and sat down very close to them both. The way he imagined it, the nomination would send out positive waves of energy to the closest thing nearby, and the way he saw it, the agent’s phone was that very thing. So, this way nothing could go wrong. Nomination would lead to oscar, and oscar would inexorably lead to two, and then three, and four and…and pretty soon he’d have a whole centipede of them.

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Sunday 4th May

I don’t understand what’s happening…

Can’t function. Can’t go out. It hurts to go out, to work, anywhere. What the fuck is happening??

Even sitting here, I don’t feel good. In a fucking cafe…what?

Gotta think…

If there’s a way off, there’s a way back on…gotta get back on…

I can’t…I don’t feel good…

Fucking stop looking at me you fat fucking cunt…get off that fucking table and get out of my fucking face…get out of my fucking cafe…

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