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Brian Rose, FFF founder, important business entrepreneur and controversial gentleman, has died at the age of the big 4-0.

It is with great sadness and woe that FFF Magazine 🙂 announces today, the death of our most glorious magnanimous CEO leader, Brian Dashel Allen Rose, son of D.A. Rose, assistant district attorney P.I.

Brian perished fully brutally and died Tuesday, December 4, 2018 at his home in Glastonbury, of a massive explosion and lust.

Rose rose to power in the early 2000s as an early investor and dedicated family guy.

In the last year he’s been in the limelight also famous uncontrollably uncomfortably facing his worst fears and nightmares as Char Ming, his beautiful pet well fed soft horse with a big ol horse butt, and honestly the horse love of his human being life, died in his arms on the outskirts of town earlier A not OK corral.

Rose grew up in Connecticut, the son of Assistant Attorney General D. A. Rose (born Dire Rose) and pilot mind bender Jessica Sodo Flewno.

Brian graduated from Harvard in 2006 at the top of his class, having studied investment law.

He became a billionaire at the age of  21 when he discovered a rare and quite flexible stone known as Lartz Miraz, used as the principal material in the construction of many of the bridges and tunnels used in our time today, ones you have been on at least once prolly.

Rose was the first CEO in the whole world to receive the medal of joy as part of the president Obama’s program “Endless Boundless Brigadiers “.

Rose’s last will is clear and it’s meaning cannot be misunderstood: “FFF Magazine is to become the most important magazine of all time and to cause such disruption in human history as to be so kick ass and fantastic, that no one won’t notice and that’s so important. My sons Blobby, Whip, and Erekt and my daughters Sloan, Mell, Gall, and Ghost will take over all my properties and killer business opportunities, of which FFF Magazine is my favorite and most profitable.”

We love you Brian, we love you so deeply it pains the FFF Magazine staff that you are now so very dead but also we take comfort in your words, wisdom, and hope you’re in a better far off place like heaven or hell forever enjoying glass and desserts with heated up frozen fruit, watching the tv shows you like and honestly Brian, like you often said “tada”!

You were a great little kid and child, a great teen, perfect 10, a great 20 something, a fantastic CEO and editor and owner, and a good dad and you loved Char Ming!!! It’s okay to go Brian cause honestly? We love you and always will!

XOXO <3
You son and best friend, Blobby Rose.

GUEST writers!! Everyone listen, we’ve got extra writers in the office FOR ONE NIGHT!

5 puddings, I thought it was one thing but it became another.

Ingredients:

One birthday, 3 friends around the hard table, rose water, cream of ice (one gallon), lots and lots of sugar (to taste).

It was a close call after we extinguished our dead red steaks, that we would even make it to Brian’s house for the after party. Jen only turns 35 once and that means for big celebrations. As tired as we were digesting our animals, we shlogged our booted feet throw the fluffy snow, me with socks, Jen with none. Half way there she pulled up the leg of her pants and showed me her bare ankle. She remarked “actually I didnt even pull up the leg of my pants, there are actually just short. Too short. But Im not cold….” . “Thank God, I said.”

Got to Brians and he closelined us with a beautiful twine sign which we read out loud ” Jay Eee Enn” !!!!! soon the pudding was everywhere and no one was asking questions. We sat down and Brian started to creep us out a little as he insisted we drop a little rose water in each bowl. We were suspicious and after adding couple scoops coffee ice cream and a teeny bit of decaf coffee fresh from the new exspresso machine, we wanted to stop adding to the pudding. It looked fine thanks. We tested it with tongues as innocent as the morning dew and hell did it ever come through!! But in the end, we were guests of Barron Brian Rose and so took a drop of rose water and stirred it deep into the pudding. What started out tasty, quickly became world famous not only in our minds but in our mouths, our hearts and human kind.

Byline: KARA KEITH

 

Frederick & Brian = Weezer/Shellac Review

Frederick Burton

I just saw weezer. It wasn’t all that exciting a live performance. Their back drop was just the blue album cover for the entire set
 they opened with back to the shack though
 Brendan Reed
but get pumped!
Frederick Burton
I found Weezer very disappointing, and the new stuff is super drab

 Brendan Reed
too dark for daytime
Frederick Burton
you should post that as your review in fff magazine

FINALLY stevie nicks

comes out of HIDING
SUONI PER IL POPOLO 2014 Headliner:

Hauntingly familiar INDEED. I already have my tickets!! I bought extra!! Who wants some tho? Send me 100$ USD and I will take your money and give you NOTHING in return but just google some shit and you will feel just as good and I will SPEND all your money for you, something you have trouble doing, cause you are AFRAID TO FUCKFACE!

OOOO baby
OOOO baby
OOOOOO

DRUG TESTING ENFORCED

There will now be, upon decree and mandatory statute, DRUG TESTING @ FFF offices to ensure that less and less of the kinds of people we don’t want don’t walk thru our doors. It’s time to shut down the use of such substances in the office and we need to clean up the scene around here SO THAT we have less of this stuff flowing thru the septic and less powders on the table stool.

We are trying to write a MAGAZINE! WE ARE OLD NEWSPAPER MEN.

ONLY one person here plays anything other than guitar.

He is an ex molester or future one, i can’t remember.

IF we had had a drug test in effect at the time we could have AVOIDED all this diseases and suffering. BUT it was a bilateral descision and one not made lightly.

At the time.

Religion is everywhere.

Just look around you. You are surrounded by this shit. Your home is decorated with it. You’re like this druid guy engaged in ritual. Moments escape you, ceremonial grabs you, anointed you take part in: Digging Deeper.

Remember passion? Remember cuisine?

It’s hard to argue with the kind of logic that states that everyone at some point in their lives develops a taste for delight and joy. It’s hard to imagine a world of grumps or angery trolls or Dwarves named grumpy. But this is one mans idea of a good story and his name is Alexander Rollins. He is a writer and he has a new book out about a world made up of little trolls!

A Garden, A Chariot

A million white flowers in a field in the sky
Seemed to spell out a greeting as the children flew by
A guard in a chariot of silver and gold
Gave the children all tickets, then the story he told
Of a time in the future that was sunshine and flowers
And the children grew sleepy in the sky’s white towers
They dreamed of the story that the guard had displayed
They saw all the wonders, tiny minds were amazed
They saw candy forests and dragons that breathed fire
On all that was evil in the misty mire

They came to the village where the turtles in caves
Made pies for the people and the lemonade
The people lived out by the sea and each day
The seagulls would wake them as they passed on their way
The people were kindly, they would sing to the sky
And each bright new morning, the sun shone from their eyes
The children passed over and all the people could see
As they dived from the sky to the treacle sea
They bathed on the white sand, minutes turned into hours
And the children all giggled and gave each other flowers

The King from his castle came down to the sea
And he spoke to the children so patiently
He gave them small presents and bid them farewell
And the children unwrapped them, tiny silver bells
Their tinkling floated across the island with ease
And it came back toward them on the perfume breeze
They smiled at the tinkling, they gazed at the sun
And they smiled at each other, pretty little ones
A beautiful white horse came down to the sea
And the children all climbed up as he knelt on one knee

They rode through the valleys and high over hills
And they laughed oh so loudly, their fear to kill
They came to a lakeside of deep velvet and green
And they all stared in wonder at its beauty serene
They climbed from the white horse, they watch as it goes
As they stood by the green lake for to kiss their toes
A boat in the distance was suddenly there
Waiting to take the children to anywhere
The porcupine captain said that he didn’t mind
In his coat of black needles, he looked very kind

His crew were six rabbits with fluffy white ears
And the children all stroked them and lost all their fears
They sailed through the sunshine, across the green lake
And they drank lemonade and they ate ice-cream cake
They landed in a dark cave as the boat disappeared
And they all stood in darkness, through the shadows they peered
But out of the blackness shone diamonds so bright
Their tiny white hands shielded eyes from the light
In a pool of quicksilver stood Neptune so wise
And pearls were his white teeth, bright diamonds his eyes

He spoke to the children in a voice of velvet
And he beckoned them to him, in a circle they sat
He told of sky island and of his magic cave
And magic pink seashells to the children he gave
They listened intently as the music came far
From the magic pink seashells and nobody talked
But Neptune had vanished when they lifted their eyes
So they walked from the cave as two kingfishers cried
In the bright shiny sunlight, they got down on one knee
They listened to the sea shells of the magical sea

But the day grew much darker, so they climbed on the breeze
And they floated to the village, and the people were pleased
To see them so happy with their tinkling bells
And the people all listened to the musical shells
But the children were so sad, the time had come to leave
So the people waved goodbye and begged them to believe
Of the wonders they had seen in the island of the sky
And the children said they would and away they did fly
Through the white clouds of no time till forever it seems
And the children stayed children and they lived in their dreams

How to make a potion

In the natural magic calendar, the spring festival is aligned with the spring equinox, around March 21st, called Imbolc. It is the day in spring when the nights and days are the exact same length. The original “Easter” festival was related to Oestara, the goddess of dawn, Eos in Greek and the much older Babylonian Ishtar, the goddess of sex, war and fertility. The Christians liked to assimilate the existing festivals and now we have Easter, but the traditional magic of  giving each other eggs is bigger today than ever; and of course, we all know what bunnies are particularly well known for!