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This could be us.
And / or
Some potential evening activities (the music you pervert.)
When it gets chilly.
And maybe we could do like a really funny performance art piece where we lie in a grave. For a joke or something.
And possibly. This is. Uh. Really. Uh. I just. I'm blushing. OMG.
I'd like to apologize to my poor mutuals. I'm almost certain this isn't what they signed up for. My Mom knows this is happening (if that somehow makes it any better.)
Um.
Yeah.
Byeeeeee.
Ben
Links to The Art In Order:
Grant DeVolson Wood - American Gothic.jpg
Francisco de Goya, Saturno devorando a su hijo (1819-1823).jpg
Skeletons Making Music (or the Cemetery), from The Dance of Death MET DP-23025-001.jpg
James Ensor - Skeletons Trying to Warm Themselves.jpg
Discovery of two bodies MET DP869389.jpg
May I expand your world?
I write to you today about Pitbull. Mr. Worldwide.
This isn't a moral endorsement. But there is something. I am in awe of this man. And I'm not sure I can ever hate him. He has infected my mind with club joy. Weird, very sexual, frequently confusing club joy.
He rides the line between spouting a constant flow of lyrics about being a juicy money baby:
"I'm far from cheap (Ah-haha)
I break down companies with all my peeps (That's right)"
- Pitbull on Feel This Moment (ft. Christina Aguilera)
To hyper sexual:
"Your man just left
I'm the plumber tonight
I check your pipes
Oh, you're the healthy type
Well, here goes some egg whites" - Pitbull Hotel Room Service
Sometimes he's a little clunky, a little silly with it. A personal favorite lyric of mine:
"Thoughts deep, scuba,
my mind is free
Opposite of Cuba"
- Pitbull from I'm All Yours by Jay Sean
I have not found myself particularly enriched by the organization of our economy. I think I might disagree with Mr. Worldwide on a number of very core beliefs. But he came from something. Clawed his way into the world screaming:
"You know me, I'm off in the cut
Always like a squirrel, looking for a nut"
- Pitbull Time Of Our Lives (ft. Ne-Yo)
And the people listened. They danced. And nobody can fucking take that away from Pitbull. Fuck you. He's done something, I'm not quite sure what exactly. But boy am I fucking impressed [I'm actually serious here, this is a goofy thing but Pitbull is actually good at something, and he did it, and he got to become a rich weirdo. I find it inspiring. I have very different goals for my life. I don't agree with things he's done. But uh. He chased his dreams.]
Have a great day!
Ben
May I expand your world?
I write to you today about Pitbull. Mr. Worldwide.
This isn't a moral endorsement. But there is something. I am in awe of this man. And I'm not sure I can ever hate him. He has infected my mind with club joy. Weird, very sexual, frequently confusing club joy.
He rides the line between spouting a constant flow of lyrics about being a juicy money baby:
"I'm far from cheap (Ah-haha)
I break down companies with all my peeps (That's right)"
- Pitbull on Feel This Moment (ft. Christina Aguilera)
To hyper sexual:
"Your man just left
I'm the plumber tonight
I check your pipes
Oh, you're the healthy type
Well, here goes some egg whites" - Pitbull Hotel Room Service
Sometimes he's a little clunky, a little silly with it. A personal favorite lyric of mine:
"Thoughts deep, scuba,
my mind is free
Opposite of Cuba"
- Pitbull from I'm All Yours by Jay Sean
I have not found myself particularly enriched by the organization of our economy. I think I might disagree with Mr. Worldwide on a number of very core beliefs. But he came from something. Clawed his way into the world screaming:
"You know me, I'm off in the cut
Always like a squirrel, looking for a nut"
- Pitbull Time Of Our Lives (ft. Ne-Yo)
And the people listened. They danced. And nobody can fucking take that away from Pitbull. Fuck you. He's done something, I'm not quite sure what exactly. But boy am I fucking impressed [I'm actually serious here, this is a goofy thing but Pitbull is actually good at something, and he did it, and he got to become a rich weirdo. I find it inspiring. I have very different goals for my life. I don't agree with things he's done. But uh. He chased his dreams.]
Have a great day!
Ben
Ding ding ding! We have a monologuist!!!!
Taking bets for how long they stand in front of the mirror!
This one's got flow, pizazz, and some charisma.
A sharp tongue on this one!
Might be upwards of 2 hours!
We're checking with Narcissus' people if this is copyright infringement.
yeah, man, it sucks that that girl who bullied you in presbyterian horse camp is now a, quote, basic bitch she/they bihet who, quote, thinks she's so queer for having blunt bangs and pronouns in bio. the worst part has gotta be the fact that you went to the trouble of being vocally unimpressed with her when she probably doesn't even remember that you exist. i'll bet she's, what, picking out a chapel rowan song to go with her brunch selfie? going thrifting to look for bold patterns and warm neutrals? even if you could somehow vocalize your contempt to her she probably wouldn't care, i mean, she obviously isn't doing it for you. heh. now why are you making that face at me? smile, champ. you forgot to take your vraylar today didn't you?
Ding ding ding! We have a monologuist!!!!
Taking bets for how long they stand in front of the mirror!
This one's got flow, pizazz, and some charisma.
A sharp tongue on this one!
Might be upwards of 2 hours!
We're checking with Narcissus' people if this is copyright infringement.
yeah, man, it sucks that that girl who bullied you in presbyterian horse camp is now a, quote, basic bitch she/they bihet who, quote, thinks she's so queer for having blunt bangs and pronouns in bio. the worst part has gotta be the fact that you went to the trouble of being vocally unimpressed with her when she probably doesn't even remember that you exist. i'll bet she's, what, picking out a chapel rowan song to go with her brunch selfie? going thrifting to look for bold patterns and warm neutrals? even if you could somehow vocalize your contempt to her she probably wouldn't care, i mean, she obviously isn't doing it for you. heh. now why are you making that face at me? smile, champ. you forgot to take your vraylar today didn't you?
This is how a good 40% of Queers flirt.
just found out that stoats hunt twice the size of them like rabbits by aggressively and eccentrically dancing around it with their little slinky rigatoni bodies so it can confuse the absolute fuck out of its prey until it can get close enough to jump on its back like some shadow of the colossus shit and take it down
Ah. Thems is beautiful words.
its so brave that you have such a 2012-coded url in this 2024 world
would you call a bear brave for standing in a new construction suburb or would you recognize the unfamiliar world they built around him
Not industrial machinery.
But
"cuddle dumpster"
Sounds kinda.
one fun way of flirting is sending your partners "putting you in the cuddle <piece of industrial machinery>"
cuddle centrifuge
cuddle autoclave
I just heard that Timothy Mcveigh grew up watching Gumby.
I've made 'jokes' about Gumby being a domestic terrorist.
I'm currently conflicted.
I just heard that Timothy Mcveigh grew up watching Gumby.
I've made 'jokes' about Gumby being a domestic terrorist.
I'm currently conflicted.
I am seriously wondering if enough of you take Pitbull's lyrics and beautiful mind seriously enough.
"Turn that booty up."
If that isn't the product of a mind worth considering I don't know what is.
My go to responses for "how are you?"
"I'm functioning"
"Alive"
"Slowly dying"
"Breathing"
"I'm here." (Mainly used when arriving to work)
"huh."
"Let me run the numbers."
"Can I get back to you on that?"
"I'm the weather is nice."
"I'm no longer crying. The crying was fun though."
"I want to run. In a field. I want to breath the dreams in a world that feels all to big for me. I want to feel tiny looking into the vastness out there. I'm tired of the city. LET ME RUN."
"Doin alright."
"Unfortunately without my knives."
"I'm a tad parched."
"Desperate for some quality lollygagging."
"Gweeeeeeeeeeeeep. Scoooooooooorbonoxious. Crombolonious."
"I don't know."
My go to responses for "how are you?"
"I'm functioning"
"Alive"
"Slowly dying"
"Breathing"
"I'm here." (Mainly used when arriving to work)
"huh."
"Let me run the numbers."
"Can I get back to you on that?"
"I'm the weather is nice."
"I'm no longer crying. The crying was fun though."
"I want to run. In a field. I want to breath the dreams in a world that feels all to big for me. I want to feel tiny looking into the vastness out there. I'm tired of the city. LET ME RUN."
"Doin alright."
"Unfortunately without my knives."
"I'm a tad parched."
"Desperate for some quality lollygagging."
"Gweeeeeeeeeeeeep. Scoooooooooorbonoxious. Crombolonious."
"I don't know."
Every freakin day.
I hate reading something that I know would change 94% of American's lives for the better (a wonderful way to approach thought and existence) - but it's 5 pages of semi-dense stuff and it just can't compete with Mr. Beast spear hunting a bunch of broke people.
Every freakin day.
I hate reading something that I know would change 94% of American's lives for the better (a wonderful way to approach thought and existence) - but it's 5 pages of semi-dense stuff and it just can't compete with Mr. Beast spear hunting a bunch of broke people.
:)
[Me being a little rat - swirling a self-made abomination of a mixed drink]
"Yeah. I guess my fandom is Life ya know?"
The mirror: "______________This is silence____________________"
*and scene!*
Great time folks!
No psychoanalysis please!
Further down there's a guy shooting slice of life photography in Japan.
Some rather strange letters.
Some silly doodles.
And.
Oh.
Did they leave?
Dang.
Anyways.
That's me two years ago.
I don't wear Adidas ankle socks anymore.
I'm stylish now.
Uh.
Have a nice Fall!
:)
[Me being a little rat - swirling a self-made abomination of a mixed drink]
"Yeah. I guess my fandom is Life ya know?"
The mirror: "______________This is silence____________________"
*and scene!*
Great time folks!
No psychoanalysis please!
Further down there's a guy shooting slice of life photography in Japan.
Some rather strange letters.
Some silly doodles.
And.
Oh.
Did they leave?
Dang.
Anyways.
That's me two years ago.
I don't wear Adidas ankle socks anymore.
I'm stylish now.
Uh.
Have a nice Fall!