Tag: art
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What the beast-jerk is happening, all you meat-slingers getting bizzy with your dickskinners (or as some might call them: hands), and unleashing all manners of howls and grunts (come on—you know it feels better when you’re being loud) only to have your neighbors kick in the door because they’re afraid you’re being attacked by a…
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Musings
How much do I want to loathe and condemn, in search of an abstract promised land that hides behind unending problems, supposedly deserving of my unending hate? I hope not as much as I want to be present, and framing our transient and mysterious existence as adventure, opportunity, and healthy engagement with growth and challenge.…
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What the cum-sock is happening, all you reprehensible troglodytes who’ve jerked it over and over into the same receptacle which means it’s now more crystal than fabric, holy shit a nefarious invader just breached your home, you can hear him tromping up the stairs he busts in your room then steps on your sock it…
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Musings
For much of my life, I reveled in the seeming power of righteous anger, channeling my intellect and creativity into fiery condemnations. After a while, I began to notice the toll it took on my sleep and well-being, paired with a nonstop churn of dissatisfaction and lack. And then I decided I wasn’t meant to…
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What the unkempt pubes are happening, all you mullet-dicked fucks who sweet-talk another rainforest-groined person into smashing nethers with you, only to discover that both your crotch-fros have grown advanced civilizations within their cheese-ridden depths, mid-thrust you both look down as cries of “FREEEDOM!” and “THIS. IS. SPARTA!” and “FOR FRODO!” ring out from your…
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Musings
I’ve paid all kinds of tributes in the quest for fulfillment. Time, money, pain, worry…as the years pass, I’ve become increasingly convinced that it’s more about letting myself relax into the present moment, rather than forcing the present moment to fit into preconceived criteria.
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What the over-the-shoulder-cum is happening, all you 99th-level jerkers who’ve just achieved the crowning achievement of all jerk-related activities and blown a wad that rocketed over your motherfucking shoulder, rest is for the weak, time for round 2, you’re slaving away with a white-knuckled grip, choking the absolute shit out of your friction-burnt meat and…
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Musings
Suppose (despite shorter-term appearances), existence is neither transactional nor hierarchical, and separation is an illusion designed to allow an omnipotent/present/scient benevolence to have linear experiences from infinite perspectives (because if it remained confined to its native omnipotence/presence/science it would be everything everywhere all at once, and would have nowhere to go, nothing to learn, nothing…
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What the sky-cock is happening, all you jokey mofos who are chilling at the park pointing and laughing at a phallic-looking cloud that comes with all the trimmings like stubble and veins and prominent ridges when suddenly it starts moving closer and casts a shadow over your picnic holy shit you can see the frenulum…
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What the robo-fuck is happening, all you desperate horny fools who buy a ChatGPT-powered pocket vajeen and eagerly stick your meat in the aperture, only to have it clamp down with its servo-powered ridges and trap your wiener in its mechanical clutches, two soulless eyes sprout on the shaft and burn with Mordor-furnace blaze, a…
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