The Making of a Viral Following: Interviewing the creators of “Teh Lurd of Teh Reings”

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by Bruno Di Tillo

Some of you will already know the page which titles this article. For the others , on the social platform Facebook the videos of Teh Lurd of Teh Reings will come as a well accepted novelty. But what exctly is being talked about here ? It is quite simple really; the page crops and fits parts of the movies inspired by writer Tolkien’s work, The Lord of The Rings (from which the page distorted and adopted the name) to create something that much more resembles the Vines phenomena than anything. In down to earth terms and with more alcohol induced blabber being typed on this article , what is done is simply a work of art in terms of humor; in even simpler words: It’s fucking mythical. From donald trump governing over middle earth to becoming the dwarf king, to then again creating countless sexual innuendos and frankly more British-humor silences in beautifully crafted momentums , the shorts are the perfect children of the union between modern cynicism and the internet. If all y’all reading this hadn’t understood by now I like their work….  done … we’re over . Totally being biased about their work (and I love being it) .

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Letter to Eric

by Bruno Di Tillo

Are a man’s last words the ones he’ll be remembered with? Is this the meaning of life, to reach that climactic point where he’ll mutter those last defiant syllables and then enter the darkness of the senses? I’m now bedded, my body is leaving this rail, but my mind still hasn’t found peace. With great difficulty I’m keeping this dictum from entering those realms that only souls will grasp. How are you? How are the kids? How will you be going on? And although you’re in the room next to mine, trying to desperately convince the medics to try one more time their faithless procedures on my mangled entrails, I’m becoming more distant with every breath you take. I feel beautiful, I am happy. For this wretched realm that has meant so much to my undying corpse has finally a way to reach the indefinite. This is death, in a way, meaningless and savage. Death is that entity that democracies, politics, communism, fascism, and all the constructions by man have tried to replicate in their existence. Continue reading “Letter to Eric”