Tag: art
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What the butt-cutt is happening, you overenthusiastic shavers who are getting ready for a date and just can’t get that ONE REMAINING hair on the nine o’ clock wrinkle, so you persist with furrowed brow and clenched teeth, scraping the razor over and over against your dirt star, oh shit you fucking misjudged the angle,…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
Captain Decker yells, “Direct all power into reverse thrusters!” Our pilots click away at their holo-displays, funneling every last ounce of our ship’s muscle into backing away from the hungry black hole. As we come to a screeching halt, Decker orders, “Do. Not. MOVE.” On the front-screen displays, our thrusters glow with lucent blue light,…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the death-chair is happening, all you nasty fucks who keep burying your farts in the same porous chair, only to have your dear friend sit on it by accident, triggering an audible, “PUUUHHHhhhh…” from its cushion which is accompanied by a visible green mist that arises from the fabric, they immediately start coughing, black…
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Musings
I’ve swung from denying negativity, to accepting to it, to allowing it (allowing it, in my opinion, is different from acceptance in that it doesn’t immediately assign it a fixed quality or quantification, which is what usually happens when I accept. Allowance just lets it be, without intellectual categorization). Allowing it, in my experience, expands…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the dickfire is happening, all you lazy-pubed trimmers who go for a run in the deep peaceful forest, you’re surrounded by chirping birds and wide-eyed critters who charm you with their cute little squeaks, suddenly smoke wafts up from the legs of your shorts, it’s coming from the friction of your skin against your…
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Musings
As soon as we’re born, we’re pushed and pulled by countless conditions, originating from biology, society, and circumstance. For much of my life, I viewed this in a resentful light, as a series of obligations I never asked for. Then, after I railed against the world for several decades, I began to play with the…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the poop-hold is happening, all you hoity-toity folks who refuse to use the public bathroom and treat shitting in a toilet like an extreme fucking sport and keep your asshole clenched through sheer force of will, all the while chanting “You…shall not…PASS!” with gritted teeth and a trembling, sweat-coated face until your body gives…
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Musings
Perhaps we are born with internal guidance–a compass that transcends external metrics, that can guide us through societal standards, and let us know when to conform or diverge. Perhaps fulfillment isn’t dependent on chasing metric after metric, checking off box after box, and is more a function of conscious allowance: settling into the present moment,…
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Give my books a read and a review!
You know when you’re driving and you gotta jerk it so bad you just whip it out and start beating meat like there’s no tomorrow, but you’re also craving the ball-cupping so you start juggling your scrote with your other hand which means you gotta steer the car by biting down on the wheel, the…
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Musings
Many seem intent on condemning themselves, even though they’re with that same self every hour of every day; through ingestion, excretion, every second of sleep, and in other private moments. No one but you sees the entirety of your existence, from mundane to profound to exciting to routine. I’d rather not spend energy beating myself…
Kent Wayne 