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Monday, August 31, 2009
Fine wine
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Chiyoji - Miss DD
Robert Crumb
Sunday, August 30, 2009
My favorite child
Amanda and Her Cousin Amy, IN 1990, Peter Howe at Life magazine sent me to North Carolina to photograph a special school for children with problems. The school was a very strange place because all of the twenty or so children were in the same classroom and their problems ranged from mild behavior instability to severe schizophrenia. Nine-year-old Amanda was the most interesting child in the class. She was my favorite child. Amanda was very intelligent and very naughty. One day I followed her home on the school bus. When the bus stopped at her house, she dashed ahead of me and ran into a nearby wooded area. I continued to follow her into the woods and eventually found her sitting in an old stuffed chair having a cigarette. She thought that I would reprimand her since I was an adult. But I said nothing. The following Sunday, I spent the day at home with Amanda and her mother. Amanda totally controlled her mother. She constantly gave her orders and proceeded to put on her mother's nail polish and makeup. Amanda smoked openly in front of her. Her 8-year-old cousin Amy was coming over, and she was very excited. All day long, Amanda and her cousin played like children. Every forty-five minutes or so, Amanda would take a break to have a cigarette. Her mother could say nothing; Amanda was the boss. Just before I left, I looked for Amanda to say good-bye. I found her and Amy in the backyard. They were in a children's inflatable pool. Amanda was taking her regular cigarette break.
Blow up.
Miss Universe Australia Rachael Finch has come under fire for a contest she did win in the Bahamas —
Should we be upset? i think the answer is simple.

It turns.
On the Ongoing Fascination With Zombies: "You know what? There’s a primal fear of being eaten alive. That’s why a movie like 'Jaws' is always going to be huge. There’s just something about it that when you suddenly realize that there are things out there that could overpower you and consume you alive… And the fact that it’s somebody that you love. It’s like your best friend. One minute you’re standing there talking to your best friend Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
And his mother cries...

“Men renounce whatever they have in common with women so as to experience no commonality with women; and what is left, according to men, is one piece of flesh a few inches long, the penis. The penis is sensate; the penis is the man; the man is human; the penis signifies humanity.”
World cup of Fingering
“Most people live, whether physically, intellectually or morally, in a very restricted circle of their potential being. They make very small use of their possible consciousness, and of their soul's resources in general, much like a man who, out of his whole bodily organism, should get into a habit of using and moving only his little finger.”
William James
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Educating Rita
Rita: I don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you.
Je Nai Sais Quoi
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
walk while reading
“While Eeyore frets…..
….and Piglet hesitates
….and Rabbit calculates
….and Owl pontficates
….Pooh just is.”
The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Some folks call it a kaiser blade...
Terence: We wrote one last night outside the mini mart. Morris called it "Stuart Drives A Comfortable Car" and then like in country songs, you know, in parentheses it says "There's Usually Someone in the Trunk." And, and um, I came up with a tune just a hummin'.
Doyle: See, you don't want to question the genius, Vaughan. Morris here is a modern-day poet, kinda like in olden times.
Morris: Yeah, I got a new tune in composition entitled "The Thrill." And it goes somethin' like this: "I stand on the hill, not for a thrill, but for the breath of a fresh kill. Never mind the man who contemplates doin' away with license plates. He stands alone, anyhow, bakin' the cookies of discontent by the heat of the laundromat vent. Leavin' his soul!" Then like in poetry I go dot-dot-dot, you know, kinda off center, then I drop down and then I go: "Leavin' his soul! And partin' the waters of the medulla oblongata of - -brrrrrr! - -mankind!" That was a damn good song, wasn't it Doyle?
Sunday, August 23, 2009
The smelly drunk.
Ingredients:
70 ml pear vodka
50 ml gin
30 ml orange juice blended with ice
blackberry liquer
orange peel
prechilled glass
2 spritzes of Chanel No. 5
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Im the prophet.
"Check that ego -- come off it -I'm the prophet -- the professor -Ima teach you 'bout The Worm -Who eventually turned to catch wreckwith the neck of a long time oppressorAnd he's runnin from the devil, but thedebt is always gaining And if he's worth being hurt, he's worth bringin' pain in -When the sunshine don't work, the Good Lord bring the rain in."
Cosmic Dancer
"Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man
Marc Bolan - The T-Rex of glam rock.
Friday, August 21, 2009
The black frank white
Booty Babe Art.
Booty Babe Art is one man’s way of expressing his passion for fantasy art, toys, fashion design, and of course the wonderful variety of female beauty. In effect the project is a tribute to the women that make our day, taking the very definition of “Booty Babe” to new levels. “What is a ‘Booty Babe?’” you may ask. As a term of endearment, a Booty Babe is generally a woman with curves. Waist to hip ratio is usually breath-taking. She’s not necessarily run-way model material, in the traditional sense, but she feels sexy and her self-confidence makes her glow. She’s not afraid to wear skin-tight outfits – and we love her for it. Now you’re getting the picture. You’ve seen her at the mall, in line at the bank, grocery shopping, and out dancing. She’s sweet and sexy, stylish and smart; and her body language states, Thursday, August 20, 2009
From surreal to tooreal.
" I am still a victim of chess. It has all the beauty of art - and much more. It cannot be commercialized. Chess is much purer than art in its social position"“The chess pieces are the block alphabet which shapes thoughts; and these thoughts, although making a visual design on the chess-board, express their beauty abstractly, like a poem... I have come to the personal conclusion that while all artists are not chess players, all chess players are artists.”
Marcel Duchamp
“Chess can be described as the movement of pieces eating one another.”
Marcel Duchamp
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Thembi's Audio Diary
Thembi Ngubane was just 19 and living in one of the largest townships in South Africa when she began recording an audio diary of her struggle to live with HIV/Aids in 2004. No country in the world has been harder hit by the epidemic than South Africa with more than five million people now infected by the virus. Two months ago Thembi died from an aids-related illness. She was willing to speak out about having Aids at a time when few South Africans were willing to say, 'I have Aids'. Her recordings provide an intimate andCelebritys are not artists.
" A reader sent me THIS photo of Paris Hilton tongue kissing yet another unfortunate victim caught in her talons under the darkness of night. Upon first glance, it wasn't Paris Hilton I saw, it was the horse figure straight out of Picasso's Guernica. Her exaggerated outstretched tongue and the way her hands hold the man in some sort of death grip seemed so calculated. She knew the paparazzi was snapping away at her and she knew the photo would make the rounds on the internet and that people would react to it. So yeah, I reacted to it. Medium: ink on paper, much thanks to Urban Rabbit and Krista. "Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Pierre Radisic
Il y a quelque chose de jouissif à pousser le plaisir jusqu'au paroxysme de la folie. Nul doute que je me découvris, dans les bras de cet homme-là, des capacités physiques que je n'avais jamais imaginées. L'insatiabilité de Pierre aiguisa mon goût de la performance. Son regard provocateur de photographe excita mon exhibitionnisme latent . comfresh outta prison jizm.
In the series the only constant is the milk; what is unknown is how the person will react.In the images, the materiality of milk can act as a metaphor for the nature of sexuality — something that is fluid, tangible, yet ephemeral. Those who appear in Milky are my friends, lovers, and complete strangers who just happen to be coated in the fluids of another animal. By taking a familiar substance and perverting it, I talk about some of the emotions that sexual desire conjures:Shawn Barber
And this tattooing had been the work of a departed prophet and seer of his island, who, by those hieroglyphic marks, had written out on his body a complete theory of the heavens and the earth, and a mystical treatise on the art of attaining truth; so that Queequeg in his own proper person was a riddle to unfold; a wondrous work in one volume; but whose mysteries not even himself could read, though his own live heart beat against them; and these mysteries were therefore destined in the end to moulder away with the living parchment whereon they were inscribed, and so be unsolved to the last. ~Herman Melville, Moby-DickSunday, August 16, 2009
Doctor Zoidberg
Scientist: [an autopsy on Zoidberg is taking place] Heart.
“People should learn how to play Lego with their minds. Concepts are building bricks”brick man . com
Friday, August 14, 2009
Good to me.

Observe and report
Ronnie Barnhardt: The world has no use for another scared man.
Right now, the world needs a fucking hero.
Life in hell.
Life in Hell, quietly retitled Life is Swell in 2007, is a weekly comic strip by Matt Groening. The strip features anthropomorphic rabbits and a pair of gay lovers. Groening uses these characters to explore a wide range of topics about love, sex, work, and death. His drawings are full of Apophenia - Exercise in pr0n.

"While waiting for Red Hot Chili Peppers to come on stage. I was standing in the photo pit shooting the crowd. Everyone was so sweaty and naked. Looked like a big orgy. Albeit not a very pleasurable one."
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Nude in wonderland
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. `Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) `I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, `Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves,Tuesday, August 11, 2009
When pigs fly...
With 'Animals', Roger carves up the human species into three categories, each heralded by the title of one of the album's main pieces....The pigs: moralists, self-righteous and tyrannical, yet ultimately pathetic...The dogs: cutthroat pragmatists out to claw their way to the top of the heap... The sheep: comprise a mindless and unquestioning herd (Roger's vision of PF's audience?), dim dreamers whose sole function in life is to be used and abused by the dogs and pigs. While somewhat in the manner of Orwell's Animal Farm, 'Animals' was not an outright adaptation of it, rather...Roger's target was is his own society's dog-eat-dog capitalist system. Monday, August 10, 2009
Deseso Works.
Erotic Masterpeices
Sunday, August 9, 2009
With or with out.
Sunday drinken
With half a fat
I read Henry Miller
Next to a pregnant woman
And a black fella
Covered with lice.
I keep my head down and read.
- Im afraid some one
is going to stab me in the back
and i will feel the most amazing pain.
On the floor,
Bleeding to death.
My ticket number
next to my hand.
My jeans poked out,
Tented,
in a semi boner.
And the bird behind the counter saying
“ticket 179?”
”ticket 179?”
Over and over
“ticket 179?”
Minimal judgment

Saturday, August 8, 2009
Sheriff Ray Bledsoe: [to Butch and Sundance] You should have let yourself get killed a long time ago when you had the chance. See, you may be the biggest thing that ever hit this area, but you're still two-bit outlaws. I never met a soul more affable than you, Butch, or faster than the Kid, but you're still nothing but two-bit outlaws on the dodge. It's over, don't you get that? Your times is over and you're gonna die bloody,



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