Tag: mindfuckery

Women’s bodies have for millennia served as the medium for some of man’s greatest works. We have painstakingly molded dynasties within them, and written the fall of civilizations into their genes. They bear the scars of their mothers’ wounds like etched echoes, telling tales of woe older than words.… Read the rest “The Great Work”

I suspect that you overestimate the relevance of this information.

But good to know.

It’s a visual metaphor, capturing in it’s elegant simplicity your life’s central question:

Where does the girl end and the trash begin?

It is autumn, and the floor of the forest is littered with fallen, decaying things.

I will take nothing but pictures, and leave nothing but ashes.

An animal is well trained when it can perform a trick and provide its own drumroll simultaneously.

I am always amazed by how thoroughly a culture can train its cunts to both dread and protect cock. The dick is everything that controls and diminishes them, their penultimate nightmare made rigid, greedy flesh; how many erections every year are forced down how many helpless throats, literally and figuratively?… Read the rest “In The Garden”