what's a skullfucker??

my narcissistic fantasy in real time. and yes, she kept the mustache on during...

actually this is one of the more clever ideas i've had in a while...

.merry christmas.

g.u.m.b.o.

some things are just too good to be true.

health is wealth.

i hate my blahg.

i wish this were my blog.

b(z)ackfat.

oye.
do this.
click here.
click portfolio.
click any thumbnail.
scroll over the image and...

simultaneously feel good and terrible.
oye.

.body wax poetic.

lately, i have been mildly obsessed with kite flying.

i hope the only word you remember from that sentence is "mildly".

konichiwa bitches

knuckle of the week.

brass monkey

Delhi deputy mayor killed by monkeys
Mon, 22 Oct 2007 06:08:24

Monkeys have invaded government buildings and temples

The deputy mayor of the Indian capital, Delhi, has been killed after being attacked by a vicious horde of wild monkeys, doctors say.

SS Bajwa, 52, suffered fatal head wounds, when he fell from the first floor terrace of his home on Saturday morning, trying to fend off hungry monkeys.

New Delhi has been facing a rather annoying and in some cases dangerous monkey problem for quite some time.

The city's public buildings and major pedestrian areas are crowded with the little monkeys, who are all too eager to strike a passer by and snatch their foods.

Devout Hindus believe monkeys are manifestations of the monkey god, Hanuman, and should not be hurt.

The High court has demanded the city officials find an answer to the problem soon.



a poll question;
does this article make you happy or sad?
i think we all know how canepari feels...

short arms and deep pockets.

henry, one day you'll pay.

chauvinism and cigarettes...

when men were men...

"The other night I took her on- out of pity -and what do you think the crazy bitch had done to herself? she had shaved it clean... not a speck of hair on it. did you ever have a woman who shaved her twat? it's repulsive, ain't it? And it's funny, too. Sort of mad like. It doesn't look like a twat anymore; it's like a dead clam or something." He describes to me how, his curiosity aroused, he got out of bed and searched for his flashlight. "I made her hold it open and I trained the flashlight on it. You should have seen me... it was comical. I got so worked up about it that I forgot all about her. I never in my life looked at a cunt so seriously. You'd imagine I'd never seen one before. And the more I looked at it the less interesting it became. It only goes to show you there's nothing to it after all, especially when it is shaved. It's the hair that makes it mysterious. That's why a statue leave you cold. Only once I saw a real cunt on a statue-that was by Rodin. You ought to see it some time... she has her legs spread wide apart... I don't think there was any head on it. Just a cunt you might say. Jesus, it looked ghastly. The thing is this-they all look alike (pink on the inside?). When you look at them with their clothes on you imagine all sorts of things: you give them an individuality like, which they haven't got, of course. There's just a crack there between the legs and you get all steamed up about it-you don't even look at it half the time. You know it's there and all you think about is getting your ramrod inside; it's as though your penis did the thinking for you. It's an illusion! You get all burned about nothing... about a crack with hair on it. it's so absolutely meaningless that it fascinated me to look at it. I must have studied it for ten minutes or more. When you look at it that way, sort of detached like, you get funny notions in your head. All that mystery about sex and then you discover that it's nothing-just a blank. Wouldn't it be funny if you found a harmonica inside... or a calender? But there's nothing there...nothing at all. It's disgusting. It almost drove me mad... Listen, do you know what I did afterwards? I gave her a quick lay and then turned my back on her. Yeah, I picked up a book and I read. You can get something out of a book, even a bad book... but a cunt, it's just sheer loss of time..."

truer words have never been spoken.

thanks to my guest henry miller.
and thanks to you...
you know who you are...

i choose a tiger.

if you could have sex with one animal what would you choose?

i got 3 for you. if you've seen them already keep it to yourself.

1. NY times multimedia piece on chinese artist zang huan. he has an inhouse taxedermist in his art studio
get it.

2. yossi milo gallery photo exhibition on voyeurism in toyko park in the late 1970s... read the description as well
look close.

3. preview of documentary film on sigur ros touring iceland. i know it sounds boring but if you don't want to go to iceland after watching then keep it to yourself...
pure for sure.

.meshugana.