The end of the month, and there is very little to say in order to make my presence known. All the fucked-up shit wasn't necessarily worth masking or glossing over for fanatical purposes. Even this right now is an act of shear self-indulgence. "Well he has to do or say something for August?" What color is it again? Maybe I should have dressed up in that color and awkwardly taken pictures of myself wearing non-typical garb. Or perhaps a fun and bright game of blog disassociation would do the body and mind good, like milk prescribed to cancer patients.
I'm not being funny, just all the same kinds of bitter and outspoken, but I think you can all trust me when I say that this month, August, was goddamn productive regardless of where everybody is, what they're doing and furthermore whether or not they're bothering anymore. I will always bother to appear disappointed when the truth of the matter is that I couldn't be happier.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
bars
Item:
JVL Vortex Countertop Touchscreen Entertainment Console
She is sipping an electric orange drink that has sweated a stain onto the white napkin where it had sat. She looks bored, aggravated by her surroundings, so she takes a few extra gulps, curls a lock of bleached hair around the corner of her finger. Her skin mirrors her drink, her lips are permanently pressed together and lacquered in a vibrant pink shade of lipstick. Her shirt is child sized and it does a good job juggling her enormous fake breasts as she adjusts herself in the barstool. She jams some quarters into the video machine and begins a game of Erotic Photohunt. She is mashing the screen, when two youthful males emerge from the darkness just as a new bass-heavy song begins to play over the loudspeakers. They reek of the mall and the gritty sand that gets stuck in your shoes after a day at the beach. ‘Dance with me, baby’ they both belt to her, booze-heavy voices. She coos, loving the attention, lathering herself in it. ‘I gotta find the differences in this guy’s dick,’ she says and looks away, smirking at the thought of the impending double-team she will face in mere hours. They put their arms up and interlock the fingers behind their heads. They start making thrusting motions, in-and-out, in-and-out, pumping their penises against the stale, bar room air…
JVL Vortex Countertop Touchscreen Entertainment Console
She is sipping an electric orange drink that has sweated a stain onto the white napkin where it had sat. She looks bored, aggravated by her surroundings, so she takes a few extra gulps, curls a lock of bleached hair around the corner of her finger. Her skin mirrors her drink, her lips are permanently pressed together and lacquered in a vibrant pink shade of lipstick. Her shirt is child sized and it does a good job juggling her enormous fake breasts as she adjusts herself in the barstool. She jams some quarters into the video machine and begins a game of Erotic Photohunt. She is mashing the screen, when two youthful males emerge from the darkness just as a new bass-heavy song begins to play over the loudspeakers. They reek of the mall and the gritty sand that gets stuck in your shoes after a day at the beach. ‘Dance with me, baby’ they both belt to her, booze-heavy voices. She coos, loving the attention, lathering herself in it. ‘I gotta find the differences in this guy’s dick,’ she says and looks away, smirking at the thought of the impending double-team she will face in mere hours. They put their arms up and interlock the fingers behind their heads. They start making thrusting motions, in-and-out, in-and-out, pumping their penises against the stale, bar room air…
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
A comedy joke
This is a comedy joke by my good friend, Mr. Dapper Geusen:
https://www.yousendit.com/download/YkxMNnFKbWd6NFB2Wmc9PQ
https://www.yousendit.com/download/YkxMNnFKbWd6NFB2Wmc9PQ
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