It is thursday morning. Visualize yourself as the marble, the chisel, and the untrained sculpter who just tried methamphetamine
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It is thursday morning. Visualize yourself as the marble, the chisel, and the untrained sculpter who just tried methamphetamine
The way I’m messy asf tbh but I know where each of them is trust
sometimes ill go onto jackbox.tv, name myself "SCARY GHOST" and just type random codes in until i find a game and then just vote randomly
I found a program someone uploaded to GitHub that finds open room codes. The FAQ is killing me
Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara / Having a “Having a Coke with You” With You by Mark Leidner
~ Statuette of Venus.
Culture: Roman
Date: 1st century B.C.
Medium: Rock crystal
i was skating on friday and had this stupid idea to skate downhill and basically i failed miserably, lost control and fell on my tail bone while going at very high speed. lost consciousness and all that. the pain has been immense for the next 2 days, so immense i couldn’t move not to mention shitting. on 3rd day i just couldn’t keep it in anymore as at this time i’ve already formed a huge bad dragonesque dump in my ass. while my ass muscles were still hurting as hell i noticed by sphincter and basically the whole final part of large intestine became swollen and numb, like arms sometimes while sleeping. which meant i could feel the pain while pushing my shit while feeling noting when it was sliding out. at the same time the numbness mixed with muscle pain started to feel good and gave me kind of a poppers x ketamine vibe?? like i was LIVING for it i decided i couldn’t let this occasion just go so i rode my dildo for 3 hours and it was pure ecstacy (esp bc i did not cum for a few days). at the same time i was a little bit worried about my tail bone so fuck it let’s go to the er. my doctor asks me stuff about the fall blah blah and recommends radiography. they take a pic of my pelvis and call me in after a while. and the doctor asks me sir did you poop since the incident? i say yes i did poop today not long before coming to the er. and basically they say that my tail bone shows signs of fracture but like it is in place and they’re suspecting it was thanks to me pooping a hard shit after 2 days but in reality i think i just fixed my fucking tail bone by riding cock for 3 hours, i 50% live for it, 50% am haunted by this fact. stream CRASH btw
Slumber was a performance/installation: whenever it was shown, the artist lived in the gallery, weaving during the day and sleeping with an EEG machine recording her Rapid Eye Movement (REM) at night. The REM is an analogue to Antoni’s dreams, and she weaves this pattern into the blanket that covers her bed while she sleeps. In this piece, an uneasy truce exists between contemporary medical technology, ancient myths of weaving and the mysterious world of dreams.
nouvelle copypasta française vient de drop
translation for the english speakers:
"yesterday. the youth. they'd rather go to the JAPAN🇯🇵 expo. rather than celebrate our national holiday. our great and beautiful country. they buy. yaoi. yes you heard me right. yaoi. on the 14th of july our great nation's national holiday. on that day they buy yaoi."
I don't know how I'm ever expected to be normal again after watching this. this video is already lodging itself deep within my vocabulary as I type
Hey it looks like you reblogged "No rush, The bear videogame" slowdown! there no rush here. This is a cigarette, take it. Watch it again before you reblog it again
You are mentally ill, and that's amazing
Sara grace you are everything to me
NOOOO THE SIX ORGASMS PERIOD HACK GOT REBLOGS DISABLED JUST AS I TRIED TO REBLOG IT whatever. I'm trying that next period.
Rescued media. Fuck it.
the eyes of someone who just vomited carry a vulnerable acceptance to grief only known in portraits of saints
Harry du Bois would say this.
What Martin Luther King actually said about riots, nonviolent protest and how calls for peace and tranquility by white moderates are more detrimental to the movement than the KKK; as protests heat up we’ll likely hear a lot of criticisms that mention MLK but won’t bring up what he actually said and believed:
“As I have walked among the desperate, rejected, and angry young men, I have told them that Molotov cocktails and rifles would not solve their problems. I have tried to offer them my deepest compassion while maintaining my conviction that social change comes most meaningfully through nonviolent action. But they ask - and rightly so - what about Vietnam? They ask if our own nation wasn't using massive doses of violence to solve its problems, to bring about the changes it wanted. Their questions hit home, and I knew that I could never again raise my voice against the violence of the oppressed in the ghettos without having first spoken clearly to the greatest purveyor of violence in the world today - my own government.”
“…[In] the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard. And what is it that America has failed to hear? It has failed to hear that the plight of the Negro poor has worsened over the last few years. It has failed to hear that the promises of freedom and justice have not been met. And it has failed to hear that large segments of white society are more concerned about tranquility and the status quo than about justice, equality, and humanity. And so in a real sense our nation's summers of riots are caused by our nation's winters of delay. And as long as America postpones justice, we stand in the position of having these recurrences of violence and riots over and over again.”
“I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers. First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: "I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action"; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man's freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a "more convenient season." Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.
I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that law and order exist for the purpose of establishing justice and that when they fail in this purpose they become the dangerously structured dams that block the flow of social progress. I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that the present tension in the South is a necessary phase of the transition from an obnoxious negative peace, in which the Negro passively accepted his unjust plight, to a substantive and positive peace, in which all men will respect the dignity and worth of human personality.”
The Guardians | Vladimir Antaki
These places are sometimes magical, overloaded with elements, colours and stories, guarded by these characters who are sometimes touching, funny, quirky, and at times frightening.
The photos that I take are often the only memory that this “Guardian” will have of him/herself in their daily environment. This photo can be the only visual record of the existence of this place, the only photographic memory. People pay less and less attention to their environment. They are always in a hurry, they don’t take the time to spend time with one another. Unfortunately, these places will one day no longer be around. This is one of the reasons that compelled me to want to document these “guardians”.
SoP | Scale of Work
So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess