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Ouroboros

Sometimes I hate the internets fucking guts. It feels like its some dreadful grand inquisitor. Giving us everything we could ever want or need. Maybe its just evolution. I mean, we crawled outta the ocean and the forests to create this quasi fake temperature controlled reality, maybe cyberspace has just become the new outer reaches of inner space. A place where mystery can be slaughtered by the endless singular satiation of whatever whimsy.

My dreams have also started happening in cyber-space. Last night I video chatted with my dead father. He told me that he’d both won and lost the last game of hid-n-seek he ever played.  And before I could figure out what he meant I was video chatting with a beautiful woman and she began to dance and gyrate wildly to the Air Supply’s song, “Making Love Outta Nothing at All” she revealed to me her perfect body but didn’t stop there. No, soon she tears off her hair, face, and skin. Its me again. I’m the dancer. My first urge is to yell at girl/me for freaking me out but then I realize I’m only yelling at myself and freaking us both out. So confused I go to bed. My wife is already sleeping. But once again the other person, my wife, is me and then I, me, she crawls on top of we and begins to kiss. Do I stop myself? I’m about to get laid.

So weirder we must go. Into the cyber space my friends! No one will know anything but we’ll have all the answers. And perhaps we can peer through the veil of time and have cybersex with our very own self.

Just don’t to forget to enjoy this reality while you can. In fact, next time you’re down at the convenience store please take a moment to gaze upon the hotdog roller in all its mystery. Listen to how it rolls while its sings.  And while none of us shall ever come close to comprehending this devil magic what we do know is the only way off the rollers is to be devoured. To be devoured with mustard and relish.

we burp mystery and shit the dream

a life devoured

time for ice cream.

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greyandblank:

The Black Book of Colors by Menena Cottin

I stumbled across this while looking for a book for my cousin’s new baby. I was so intrigued by the whole idea. On each left page there was words written in braille and then again in white text. It was the description of colors, according to how a blind child would experience. On the right there were raised etchings of what each page was describing. It’s so beautiful.

One page in particular that really caught my attention was the one describing the color red. It talked about how red is how it feels to bite into a ripe strawberry, or the stinging on your knee after you fall down.  Blue was the feeling of sunshine on your face. 

It’s just so astounding that someone managed this, as the idea of how to describe a color to someone who has no reference has always fascinated and baffled me.

Picture source here

Available to purchase here

I think there should be projects between people with sensory issues and those with synesthesia.

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Weirdest Porn Intro Ever

I have never felt so awkward in my life.

it’s always those damn lemon-stealing whores!

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We live in a fucked up world. 

In January, Staff Sergeant Frank Wuterich faced a US military court martial in connection with the bloody massacre of 24 Iraqi men, women and children in the town of Haditha.

Wuterich, 31, admitted in open court to one count of negligent dereliction of duty. Manslaughter charges were dropped as part of a plea deal from the prosecution.

Wuterich admitted to leading an eight-man squad of US Marines—whose other members have all been let off—in 2005 when they killed 24 civilians in Iraq. In a military court, Wuterich was sentenced to a mere 90 days of confinement, but under the terms of the plea bargain, he will serve no time in jail for his misdeeds. He was also demoted in rank to Private. 

Because the wheels of justice failed to exact a proper outcome in this tragic case, on 3 February 2012, Anonymous sought street justice by destroying the website of Neal Puckett and Haytham Faraj, the attorneys who defended Wuterich in during his tribunal. Anonymous went further by publishing three gigabytes of private email messages obtained directly from both attorneys’ personal email accounts. 

Mails:  http://ibhg35kgdvnb7jvw.onion/puckettfaraj (.onion link accessible via Tor)

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