He was all laying on the couch riddled with the flu and I was all taking care of him. Like, 4 hours of the Beatles. I love the Beatles, but DAMN! That’s a lotta fucking Beatles. They lost me during they’re psychedelic period, as usual. He’s gone to bed and now I’m drinking a 6-pack and listening to the Stones.
I eat an aborted fetus salad while I drive around in a really tiny car protecting the environment. I’m so Liberal, I got gay-married to a labor union to piss off my straight Big Business father. I’m so Liberal, I go around expressing gratitude and surprise whenever a white person is ‘articulate’.
I’m so fucking Liberal.
“To keep out the peasants,” the Mayor said as he reclined on satin sheets while beautiful slave girls massaged his disturbingly skinny legs.
Word to the wise.
What an odd phrase. It comes from religions that are against sex in some way or against it for some of their members: the celibate Catholic priesthood, the Buddhist Sangha.
You probably know it as “wet dreams”.
In Buddhism, there was a huge meeting about it way back when and it was decided that it was no big deal, since it was involuntary and thus lacked volition.
Imagine, though: a huge meeting about wet dreams. Who catered it?
I wonder about these things, about language. How did it come to be called a nocturnal emission? What if it happened during a nap in the middle of the day? Wouldn’t it then be a diurnal emission? Also, the penis is not the only thing that emits at night. The mouth does if you’re talking after sunset. This computer screen before me is emitting light, and at night even.
We humans have got to be among the oddest objects in the universe. The tachyon and the charm quark have nothing on us.
Like, where does my forehead end? Where is the border between head and face on me? I don’t know. I just keep applying and applying….
I smell all herbally now. Ladies?
all the T&A on my dash. Not tits and ass of the people I follow, but the posed, air-brushed, pin-up T&A. I’m actually to the point where I’m completely desensitized to beautiful or ‘perfect’ female bodies. I might as well be looking at a photo of scenic landscape. NEXT!
Not unfollowing the T&A lovers….yet.
I’m totally with you. These women all look the same. It’s almost as if they were made in the same factory or at least generated by the same computer program. Who’s to say they even exist? I’ve only seen them in pictures and videos, so they’re just imagery. I don’t consider them real. Woody and Buzz aren’t real either and my view on celebrities are exactly the same.
I made a post about this awhile back called Most Girls Are Pretty and, like everything I post, people either loved it or hated it. The haters found it odd and annoying that I didn’t consider celebrities human. Haha. I have heard no celebrity’s pulse, so I rest my case. There’s lots of anecdotal evidence that they exist, lots of so-called “photos” and “videos”, but the same could be said of ghosts.
So.
If a girl looks basically the same as a bunch of other girls, there’s no way she can be beautiful. There must be uniqueness for beauty to be present. Character. What the media puppetmasters would call “flaws”.
If you are perfect, you are beige.
My kid says to me, like three minutes ago: “Don’t you ever watch anything else?”
Why? And besides, I watch porn. I also watch tv—Golden Girls, Project Runway, Mythbusters, House…
I tried watching this movie called Bled. I was nervous going in since it was about vampires and made after 2000. No gay vampires! No sensitive pony-tail guy vampires! And fuck no to any Mormon vampires. Vampires are living corpses and should rip your neck open and suck the life from you. If they happen to have on a nice suit, I can accept that, but that’s as far as I’ll go.
Anyway, it was pretty lame. You should not be bored in 15 minute chunks during a horror flick.
I’m thinking of watching something I’ve seen before just so I know I’ll like it. Hmm.
Gimme a scary ass movie to watch!
Someone unfollowed me.
Huh. I don’t know how I should feel about this.
Feel good about it. Whenever someone unfollows you it’s a good thing. Seriously, who wants a dumbass following them? Whenever a doorknob unfollows you because of your content, be glad they’re gone. Good riddance to the easily annoyed and often offended, I say. Let them go off to Shallow Land to reblog the same celebrity and fashion shit. They should never have been allowed to escape from Myspace anyway.
