Posts Tagged ‘ sex ’

extra lucem nulla salus

December 29, 2009
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extra lucem nulla salus

A Metaphysical Field Guide for Photographers. “Eternity is in love with the productions of time” - so wrote William Blake in "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell," perhaps the best-known literary witness in the West to the reality of nonduality, that rarefied realm where subject and object forever incestuously join. Given a moment’s meditation, one can see in this allegation a fairly accurate description of the art of photography, taking as its substance that utterly indestructible (hence, eternal) medium: light.

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letters to the family that doesn’t matter

December 16, 2009
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letters to the family that doesn’t matter

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDear Tiger Woods, I am writing because I don’t have a clue what the hell is going on.  I’ve heard that you were going to quit golf in order to get your life back in order.  I heard that your wife, Elin Nordegren, gave you an ultimatum — Family or Golf — and that you have accepted the ultimatum, and are taking a break from golf.  I also heard that you’ve been using performance-enhancing drugs!  Say it ain’t so, Tiger!  SAY IT AIN’T SO!!! Alright, I’m sorry, I need to calm down.  It’s just that this is all a little much.  I just want to be clear about what’s happening.  You’re going to quit the two things that you love more than anything else in this world: 1) golf and 2) sleeping with women who are not your wife…so that you can stay at home and sleep with your wife. The whole thing just seems a little much, you know? Your chances of being a role model have gone down the tubes, and now, instead of freely living the playboy life you seem to so desperately want, you’re going to give it all up so that you can present the

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guns, ammo! voltage! straight jackets!

November 24, 2009
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guns, ammo! voltage! straight jackets!

Working out is a proven anti-depressant and happiness booster, yet Prozac still seemingly reigns intrepid king of attempting to propagate endorphins.   “Endorphins work as “natural pain relievers.” !!!!!  Forget any kinda pill!! Popping pillz is much more costly than strapping on running lace-ups and taking to the streets, yet it’s easier, a real fast method.  Warm guns produce flushed cheeks, flat abs, sex appeal. Happiness is a fucking warm gun, people! Exercise =Sex appeal = sex = happiness. Anti-ds= funky brainwaves= happyhappyjoyimsoexcited demeanors + decrease in libido = loss of sex + she/he’s freakily excited = sadness Which equation is more appealing?  Duh. Sex is so open-ended too.  There are the many fetishes which spill forth from our extensive human genomes.  Sex for Furry-lovers, sex for people who enjoy only themselves, sex for moms, sex for grandfathers, sex for exhibitionists, sex for nuns, sex for orange juice-addicts, sex for people who like being in little booths in Chinatown with a woman in pleather whipping them, sex for accountants who only get off during tax season… We all could/can be happy.  All it might take is a little flexing, heavy breathing, spandex, water bottles, dedication.

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