It’s been a month or so, but Szymon Błaszczyk finally updated Inspire me, now! He’s collected a lot of good things that I’d love to repost; instead, just click the link and pretend I ffffound ’em.
Tiger steipes an ilive ander I wrud neva pen my lait fur souy the quader crak ah sundah life wed lev ahn tims sh tru.
Small Iota, Life Veers, Entropy Reigns.
The curtain is pulled open. The air conditioner is on. The main light is reflected in the glass of the window. The bed is beyond that in the reflection (and in reality). When is a door not a door? There are three words in the English language. Why did the dead baby cross the road? What is black when you buy it red when you use it white/grey/gray when you are done with it/throw it away? Photograph of a slave’s quarters. Silly. That sneaky mallard. Chased me into a window. Had his way. Comes like a wind. Comes like the wind.
Dude. Museum of Sex was so stimulating. Intellectually that is. Lolcoolj. Ali and I checked it on out today and the “Sex Lies of Animals” exhibit made the whole thing worth it. Did you know there are fish that can change gender back and forth based on their social roles. WTFuck?! Plus ducks with big dicks, deer gettin’ off from rubbing their antlers on the ground, snake gangbangs, and 69in’ manatees. Then there was shit about porn on film and a collection of sex ephemera. A great way to spend a rainy Saturday. Check out the photos after the jump.
While Dam-Funk was DJing on Saturday and probably at the peak of our high as we sat and waited for AC, I wrote down some thoughts. I had the idea awhile ago to write shit while I was in altered states of mind, then present them as-is hoping that it would be some nutty, SoC bable with insight and humor. Well, this one didn’t totally turn out that way, but here it is, digitized from the original.