Mocha Soup and Other Shenanigans

sprinklesvondoom: GPOY Yeah. That’s exactly it.

Fri, 14 Oct 2011 18:55:51 -0400

sprinklesvondoom:

GPOY

Yeah. That’s exactly it.

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Sun, 09 Oct 2011 00:31:09 -0400

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Wed, 05 Oct 2011 17:38:11 -0400

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pureleisure:

Wed, 05 Oct 2011 17:28:55 -0400

pureleisure:

"I really had hopes for him…and then, he started calling me “mate”….le sigh"

Mon, 03 Oct 2011 23:08:34 -0400

“I really had hopes for him…and then, he started calling me “mate”….*le sigh*”

My Grandmother has a bigger ballsack than you...

Mon, 03 Oct 2011 00:27:40 -0400

Dear Boy-In-My-Life-Who’s-Taking-My-Time-And-Yet-Not-Getting-Me-Anywhere,

Why are you dilly-dallying? There’s something wrong with the fact that you impose your overly confident, self-righteous, dirty-smirking self on me and yet still you expect me to ask you out? What’s your issue? And when I do, you act like you have no idea what I’m talking about. Now I understand that I may have overstepped my boundaries by asking you out, because maybe you’re trying to see how long you can string me on before I get antsy. Well guess what…..I’M ANTSY! See what kind of position you put me in? Here I am, watching Sex and the City, drinking my cold coffee, eating dark chocolate from Ikea and blogging about how you can’t man up and ask me out! GOD! Why are you even texting me at this hour? Bastard.

In your face!

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 22:40:45 -0400

In your face!

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Wed, 28 Sep 2011 22:37:27 -0400

Breakfast at Joey's: Tainted The fog, it wraps around my neck my legs my arms they’re my...

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 23:45:01 -0400

Breakfast at Joey's: Tainted The fog, it wraps around my neck my legs my arms they’re my...:

joeyblogs:

Tainted

The fog, it wraps around

my neck

my legs

my arms

they’re my shackles

MY burden

Imprisoned within myself

No soul

No eyes to see

All suffering

Almighty

All knowingly, it kills

It kills me.

I know nothing

Of myself

The…

Sometimes I hear strange sounds coming from my closet...

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 23:40:01 -0400

…and at those times, like right now, I’m hoping the sexy Boogeyman would come out, and strip for me…

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Fri, 16 Sep 2011 23:28:08 -0400

I drew that shit…..told you Bubs, I need a $10 blending...

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 23:21:29 -0400

I drew that shit…..told you Bubs, I need a $10 blending stick ^^

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Fri, 16 Sep 2011 23:05:02 -0400

citroncollective: Arthur Tress by Jessie Quast on Flickr.

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 23:03:44 -0400

citroncollective:

Arthur Tress by Jessie Quast on Flickr.

A cat…not my cat…my best friends cat…I think...

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 22:55:17 -0400

A cat…not my cat…my best friends cat…I think it looks a little sad :(

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Fri, 16 Sep 2011 22:47:04 -0400

One man's carcass, is another man's aphrodisiac...

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 22:42:00 -0400

Dear Man-At-The-Side-Of-The-Road-With-The-Horribly-Misplaced-Erection,

I don’t know whether to applaud you or look away….Did you realize that this was extremely inappropriate? Wait, what? What did you say? NO! NO man! You can’t have an erection in the middle of the day….in public….in front of a dead cat carcass! Why not? Ehm….how can I put this in a way that makes sense…because its FUCKIN CREEPY? Yeh…I’m sure there is an unwritten, societal law prohibiting this sort of behaviour….God. What are you gonna do with that thing now…oh my, watch where you swing it at least…gosh.

But I’m not judging you. Really, because that would just be hypocritical of me, or anyone really. We all have a morbid fascination with grotesque beauty. I think, its the horror. The initial shock of seeing something that’s just…WRONG…that turns into horror, that turns into fear. I think that fear is the most primal human emotion. Not love, bullshit. When that primal human emotion becomes bottled up, its overwhelms a person, and hey, if you’re going to channel your emotions, why not doing in the most primal way. SEX. Yes…that’s why you’ve got that lethal weapon right there whipping back and forth…

You know, its a little like when a little kid gets so scared that they piss their pants. But since us adult folk are a little old for wetting our tighty-whities…well, you know. Now, I’m not saying let’s have an orgie to pictures of mass murder….NO! All I’m saying is, there’s that little part of our subconcious that sees past the horror, and finds a sort of cathartic release.

Oh Sweet Baby Corn-on-the-Cob, the least you can do is take cover…or cover that thing. No…oh teenage boys are pointing at you, and that little lady over there on the park bench seems a little to interested….Really, you’ve managed take an ordinary mid-day red-light stop, and turn it into a show-and-tell. And my did your little show tell ;) Bravo. Bravo.

[Aside]: Speaking of grotesque beauty, I just rediscovered this great photographer. NOW WARNING: not for the squeamish.

http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l60gyujNHI1qch531o1_500.jpg

http://www.sin-stuff.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/the-kiss-le-baiser-new-mexico-joel-peter-witkin.jpg

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HB72UnJwtfk/TF69OwsJe2I/AAAAAAAABJI/Rp9FIm_JwXI/s1600/084.JPG

http://www.mhf-brno.cz/userfiles/image/Joel_Peter_Witkin_Ars_Moriendi.jpg (and yes, those are real people heads…)

phcollector: want it. Joel Peter WitkinNight in a Small Town,...

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 22:34:07 -0400

phcollector:

want it.

Joel Peter Witkin
Night in a Small Town, 2007
gelatin silver print

What the sky in my world actually looks like.

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 21:57:00 -0400

What the sky in my world actually looks like.

Mocha Soup and Other Shenanigans

sprinklesvondoom: GPOY Yeah. That’s exactly it.

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pureleisure:

"I really had hopes for him…and then, he started calling me “mate”….*le sigh*"

My Grandmother has a bigger ballsack than you...

In your face!

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Breakfast at Joey's: Tainted The fog, it wraps around my neck my legs my arms they’re my...

Sometimes I hear strange sounds coming from my closet...

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I drew that shit…..told you Bubs, I need a $10 blending...

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citroncollective: Arthur Tress by Jessie Quast on Flickr.

A cat…not my cat…my best friends cat…I think...

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One man's carcass, is another man's aphrodisiac...

phcollector: want it. Joel Peter WitkinNight in a Small Town,...

What the sky in my world actually looks like.

"I really had hopes for him…and then, he started calling me “mate”….le sigh"