Matt Hartley at the Financial Post was the first to point this one out:
As Republicans and Democrats continue to work towards a compromise to the country’s debt ceiling crisis, the U.S. Treasury Department said on Thursday that Washington now has a total operating balance of only US$73.768-billion. Meanwhile, Apple currently boasts a cash reserve of US$75.876-billion, as of its most recent quarterly earnings report at the end of June.
The joint collaborative of Catfish McDaris and Ben John Smith is on the shelves and ready to rock ya jocks. Featuring flash fictions, poetry, rare photographs and zine scans, this bad bitch should make a nun cum. Hard cover, 130 pages, split right in the guts - half BJS and the other CD, as cheap as it could possibly be made for, or download the PDF file for a buck or so.
Its like putting your dick into a blender and drinking the mush like a smoothy.
Buy it now, or for ever hold your piece
On Oct. 21, 1978, 20-year-old Frederick Valentich was piloting a Cessna 182 airplane off King Island, Australia. About 45 minutes after taking off, he radioed air traffic control to report a large aircraft with four lights at about his altitude.
He said the craft had passed about 1,000 feet above him at very high speed. He described it as “a long shape” with “a green light” and said it was “metallic,” as though it were “shiny all over.”
“It seems to me that he’s playing some sort of game,” he said. “He’s flying over me two … three times at speeds I could not identify.” He reported that the object “vanished,” then said it was approaching again from the southwest.
A few minutes later he said, “Melbourne, that strange aircraft is hovering on top of me again. … It is hovering, and it’s not an aircraft.” Valentich’s radio microphone stayed open for another 17 seconds, during which air traffic controller Steve Robey heard “metallic scraping sounds” before the signal died.
No trace of Valentich or his plane was ever found.
Roseart vs. Crayola crayons
Created by redditor katiedidit, but inspired by the melted crayons works of Jessica Kerbawy, who’s work is available at etsy (see a piece below). Fun Fact: if your parents bought you RoseArt crayons, then you were adopted.
Major Percy Marlborough Stewart (1871-1962) was a Cambridge-educated adventurer, tourist, big game hunter scholar, teacher, shark fisherman, philanthropist, country landowner, soldier and landscape gardener, amongst other things. Today I went to visit some lakes and gardens he built on his estate and later bequeathed to the townsfolk of Pocklington, North Yorkshire. I also visited a museum dedicated to his many round-the-world trips.
“I suddenly said to my wife: ‘We’re terribly dull people, let’s travel around the world and then we shall have something to talk about.’”
I bought a book about his life. He was pretty badass. Here are some things I’ve found out about him so far:
Vivka is about as major as they come. A Monster of the scene. A wicked force in the alt industry. Whether bare knuckle boxing in the Suicide girls Fight Club video, cutting it with the best on Zivity, or weaving out the extensions as a fashion assassin on etsy; the woman burns with intensity. As sultry as they come, as sexy as they can be - Horror Sleaze Trash waiting on bended kneas for this shoot and it has proved to be worth every agonizing minute. Tearing at the seems in black stockings and a wet, white and pink HST tee, this bath looks like every red blooded males wet dream.
So ladies and gents, a woman who needs no introduction, but what can i say, I'm a man of certain routine.
Sinapsi is the visual version to Miles Davis’ “The birth of cool”. There are little apologies in his shots, which offer so much personality, not only of the photographed, but also of the photographer him self. The world “style” is often thrown around with out much weight but the constantly framed, edgy and at times bleak images of Sinapsi’s woman and their surrounds is both fresh and abstract.
Its really a benchmark for me as the EIC of HST, that a man, whom i have such a high level of respect for, would consider using my pink and white as a inclusion in his works. And to be placed on the skin of a woman with such pose, naturally beautiful white skin and a striking gaze is an unheard of achievement in its self. I’m both blessed and thankful. And probably very spoiled.
We conversed while organizing this shoot using translators, but his images speak to me in a language that doesn’t even exist yet, and you can only feel in your toes when orgasmic or when your really high in the air. Its not to be contained in a label, or categorized, this style of photography is very simply cool, in every be bop and high tail sence of the word. Sinapsi and Ilaria are a pair of extremely cool cats and i couldn’t be more humbled by having them join the ever growing HST collaborative.
With a breath of fresh air, ladies and gents -
A closer look at seemingly drab, transparent insect wings has revealed realms of previously unappreciated color, visible to the naked eye yet overlooked for centuries.
Until now, the wing colors of many flies and wasps were dismissed as random iridescence. But they may be as distinctive and marvelous as the much-studied, much-celebrated wings of butterflies and beetles.
"Given favorable light conditions, they display a world of brightly patterned wings that are apparently unnoticed by contemporary biologists," wrote researchers led by University of Lund entomologists Ekaterina Shevtsova and Christer Hansson in a December 3 Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences paper.
The Gräfenberg Spot, often called the G-Spot, is a bean-shaped[1] area of the vagina. Many women report that it is an erogenous zone which, when stimulated, can lead to strong sexual arousal, powerful orgasms and female ejaculation.[2] The Gräfenberg Spot is typically located one to three inches (2.5 to 7.6 cm) up the front (anterior) vaginal wall between the vaginal opening and the urethra[3] and is a sensitive area that may be part of the female prostate.[4]
Although the G-Spot has been studied since the 1940s,[5] disagreement persists over its existence as a distinct structure, definition and location.[6][7] A 2009 British study concluded that its existence is unproven and subjective, based on questionnaires and personal experience.[8] It is also hypothesised that the G-Spot is an extension of the clitoris and that this is the cause of vaginal orgasms.[9][10] Other studies, using ultrasound, have found physiological evidence of the G-Spot in women who report having orgasms during intercourse.[11][12]
Sexual psychologists are concerned that women may consider themselves to be dysfunctional if they cannot find their G-Spot.[13] Women have undergone a plastic surgery procedure called G-Spot amplification to enhance its sensitivity.[5]
Exploring Oak Island, Nova Scotia, in 1795, three boys discovered an old tackle block hung from a tree directly over a circular depression. Excited by thoughts of buried treasure, the three dug down 30 feet, discovering a layer of flagstones followed by layers of logs about every 10 feet, according to news accounts in 1856. That attracted serious treasure hunters, and subsequent digs got as deep as 80 feet, where reportedly they turned up a large inscribed stone (“Forty feet below lies two million pounds”) just before the pit flooded.
That stopped the digging for a while, but it attracted still more attention. In 1849 a drill passed through the following layers, starting at the 98-foot mark:
Reportedly the operators found three small links of a gold chain in the mud stuck to the drill. There have been at least 11 digs since then, ultimately producing nothing. Possibly “the money pit” still holds loot belonging to Blackbeard or Captain Kidd … but no one’s been able to find it.
The HST GIRLS section has always been about both the beauty of the female form and the artistic interpretation of the person behind the camera. In this case we have Miss Alex Arabia, a student from VCA who has artfully shot these self portraits and captured every element that HST strives to achieve; technically solid photos, interesting concepts and, of course, sexual liberation. I think this series of works is a great example of fem power exhibited in a place where this issue is often debated. And i think it stands beside all other HST GIRL shoots in its strength, liberalism, conceptual depth and beauty.
This is not face value imagery and every shot both tackles and relaxes in deep conclusion. The challenge is in which way you interpret these shots, which are left open yet still in your face. From cumming milk, cocks on computers and noir style pulp pin up shits, this series isnt just a new addition to the HST GIRLS section, it really is a movement in its self.
Suck it up suckers - Come at us, bro.
The joint collaborative of Catfish McDaris and Ben John Smith is on the shelves and ready to rock ya jocks. Featuring flash fictions, poetry, rare photographs and zine scans, this bad bitch should make a nun cum. Hard cover, 130 pages, split right in the guts - half BJS and the other CD, as cheap as it could possibly be made for, or download the PDF file for a buck or so.
Its like putting your dick into a blender and drinking the mush like a smoothy.
Buy it now, or for ever hold your piece.
My horrible typos and silly word slinging has been painstakingly edited by my good friend and fellow writer for HST, Ian Shearer; with special thanks to Mike Daily for being such a dude. This is not the collection of artists featured in HST over the past few months, this is a book i started long before the HST was even thought about.
108 pages; 6" x 9", jacket-hardcover binding, cream interior paper (50# weight), black and white interior ink, white exterior paper (100# weight), full-color exterior ink. Jacket Wrap and gold embossing on cloth spine.
While i have tried to keep the price as absolutely low as possible (I'm making about 1 dollar from each book) i know it's still scrapped in a little steep but with out pissing in my pocket - it really is worth the money spent, not only for my poetry but for the entire feel and complete package only a hard cover like this can embody.Obviously for adults only, i am very pleased to send this sucker out into the world and hope for a wide reception of feedback in any form, from any one! Please DO NOT buy this book if you are easily offended, have any shred of respect for me at all, don't want to hear stories about my penis, fear you may be exposed in one of these poems, are a family member of mine of D'Arnes,if you drink soy latte's or enjoy poetry about flowers and rivers. Any one else, please check it out with a grain of salt and a giggle and i thank you in advance for your support and on going communication.
Lets all get pissed and say silly things!
Double Penetration is Horror Sleaze And Trash's first publication; featuring the poetry of Ryan Quinn Flanagan and Ben Smith. A collection of 70 off-beat and low brow poems you imagine the pair to come up with in this mix of madness. 10 Aussie bucks will get this sucker to your door. A5 in size, about 80 pages, soft card cover with black and white insides. Buy it now, or don't, and wish you hadda, 25 limited copies. Great gift idea for your Grandmothers!
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
"I fucking love you, Bitch" is my new
card cover chap book, 25 pages, color cover
and b/w insides. Poetry based on the duality
of the sexes - but mainly filth and stories
that made my girl laugh.
Date: 2009
Details: Gluebook, 21 x 25,5 x 2 cm, mixed media (adhesive tape, spray paint, oil/color sticks, acrylic, paper, color and black&white prints on kid’s book), 24 pages, handmade, signed, unique piece
Art work by {THS} http://www.ths.nu/
With poems by Ben John Smith, Australia.
