Im mad as hell and gay
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bliss lane
Show & Tell

shark vs the universe
Monterey Bay Aquarium
YOU ARE THE REASON

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Cosimo Galluzzi
occasionally subtle
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Product Placement

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Game Changer & Make Some Noise

Discoholic 🪩

Jimmy Eat World
The Bowery Presents

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club

ellievsbear

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@melvilleoncardigan
Im mad as hell and gay
Like music to my ears
i dont care about any funny anime gag except for the girl trying to peg her boyfriend and instead of showing sex the next frame is her in a jumpsuit doing maitencne on a manhole
I read what’s available so far, and this panel doesn’t get into the best part. She can’t get the manhole open with just her fingers, so she grabs a strap on….. which is represented as this:
THIS WEEK IN GROUP THERAPY
At what point should one share with the group that one has been shamelessly flirting on the Internet with someone one doesn’t recall ever meeting IRL but dang it one just really likes them?!
Melville extends a warm welcome to the culinary geniuses/ digestion engineers of the “Just DO it” cookery club. Tonight’s adventure saw the humble lentil finding itself transformed into what guests are describing as “an out of this world oral delight”. It’s safe to say lentil fritters will remain in our establishment for as long as guests demand. aka recipes are for chumps aka if you just cook it you can’t not cook it aka SUCK IT LANI.
what happened to our very specific fruit basket dammit!!!
A1i3N NiT3 bitches!
Resident Update
Small order of business: Melville residents should be advised that on occasion Jesus Music will be heard. And this is fine. Accept it. In other news, one particularly uncouth resident (who is a KNOWN slob) is currently on probation for violating sexual health rules. Unfortunately this has been an issue with the hotel before, with certain residents suffering from “the clap”, “super herpes”, “that’s the wrong hole” and “general oozing”. We do aim to keep our establishment entirely STI and pregnancy free, so cleanliness must become a priority. I’m looking at you, toilet pubes. I am looking at you.
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recently it has come to my attention that you are not all grocery shopping with your friends. you should grocery shop with your friends. it is fun and it counts as socializing and you can all get excited about buying eggs together. thank you for reading my post about grocery shopping with your friends.
Relevant to our lives, yes plz, more of the same, kthxbai. Allez au supermarché! #Frangalis.
Heath Ledger…
This is the most important thing I can teach you. Ya’ll gotta learn how to take care of people smaller and sweeter than you are. You gotta. Okay?
Beasts of the Southern Wild (via melvilleoncardigan)
I’m opening ‘50 Shades of Grey’ to a random page and posting what I find. Part three.
Christian Grey picked up his head from between her legs, which is where her sex place is, and looked at her. His extremely attractive face was dripping all over with her hoo juice.
"This is the best hoo juice I have ever tasted," he said, wet. "You have a wonderful flavor. I wish I could bottle it and drink it at the gym where I work out a lot."
She leaned back and stared at the really expensive ceiling.
"I’m going to go back to going to town on you," he said. "Like a muffet. That’s a buffet, but on your muff. Like a muff buffet."
He stuck his head back between her legs and started making noises like a coffeemaker right before it finishes brewing.
The girl had female orgasms, which are real.
Artforum
January 2015
Peter Stichbury
Tracy Williams, Ltd. New York
“In the afternoon of April 6, 1966, one of the most famous UFO cases in the world occurred over a school in Westall, Australia,” begins a passage on a handout that accompanied “Anatomy of a Phenomenon,” New Zealand painter Peter Stichbury’s recent exhibition. “Pupils and teachers were told not to talk about what they had seen, and the chemistry teacher, Barbara Robbins, who had taken photos with her camera, was forced by authorities to hand it over.” In Stichbury’s portrait of the woman, Ms. Robbins is depicted as an oval-faced blonde with haunted, wide-set eyes that suggest the persistence of a traumatic memory—and give her something of an otherworldly appearance. This particular look is a longtime signature of the artist’s, and in this exhibition, he explained it by asserting that those pictured were all “experiencers”—individuals who have supposedly had a close encounter with aliens or their craft.
At Tracy Williams, Ltd., Barbara Robbins, Westall High (all works 2014) was joined by four other portraits ranged along one wall. These faced off against five black-and-white paintings based on published photographs of UFOs, and a sixth such pair hung together in a separate space. Picturing mostly saucer-like shapes—and, in one case, the elongated inverted teardrop of a weather balloon—the UFO series made the exhibition’s basis in the culture of sighting, encounter, and abduction visually explicit. The images’ internal ambiguity—the geometric simplicity of their forms and near-featurelessness of their aerial backgrounds make them appear virtually abstract—not only established an effective contrast with the portraits but also sparks a dialogue around the nature of perception, representation, and reportage that extends far beyond the particularities of alien-spotting.
The portraits in Stichbury’s previous exhibition at this gallery, 2012’s “Superfluous Man,” shared the current crop’s slicked-back hair and smooth skin, symmetrical features, and glazed expressions; on that earlier occasion, the artist linked his subjects’ apparent torpor to the existential angst associated with the nineteenth-century Russian literary archetype from which the show borrowed its title. And two years before that, in “The Proteus Effect,” he tethered the unreality of his steely, Lempicka-esque visages to the robotic idealization of digital avatars. Although his style remains consistent from project to project, this continual thematic reinvention has allowed the artist’s oeuvre to gradually accumulate an absorbing breadth and complexity.
Perhaps Stichbury’s work is linked, however, not only via explanation but also via continuing mystery. Just as the UFO phenomenon is shrouded in layers of disinformation, conspiracy theory, and myth that no amount of investigative reporting or academic debunking seems able to conclusively penetrate, so too do Stichbury’s portraits depict the citizens of an alternate reality that hovers just out of reach, visible but partially suppressed. The stony-faced likes of Milton Torres, a military pilot who was ordered to open fire on a UFO over England, and Gordon Cooper, an astronaut and repeat experiencer, confront the viewer with a seeming candor that ultimately repels helpful analysis. The photo paintings too are self-consciously frustrating, offering only tantalizing glimpses, never the longed-for head-on view. The UFOphenomenon is real in the sense that it continues to generate reportage and debate (not to mention entertainment), but, as with the “phenomenon” of art, its interpretation is unfixed, perhaps unfixable. It is, like the photographs on Barbara Robbins’s government-confiscated camera, removed from common view.
Michael Wilson
Peter Stichbury will be our first true investment in art because we loves him and has to haves him on our wallsssss...
I shudder to think what the consequences would be if I posted this on FB right now...