My Question To Stories With Magic Humans (or Like Elves Or Whatever Who Cares) But No Magical Creatures

tried to pop my ankle and it make the sound of a stone-fruit being torn in twain. peculiar times

i could be wrong (and anyone feel free to correct me if i am) but i think this actually NOT a painting but instead part of richard prince's cowboy series where he took photos of, then cropped and edited, malboro cigarette boxes,

(the version that was on the box on the left and his on the right in the image below.)

this was actually a very controversial series bc richard prince did not credit the original photographer of the scenes.

Richard Prince (American, 1949), Untitled (Cowboy), 1999. Acrylic on canvas, 90½ x 50½ in.

blowjob? more like nojob! #unemployed

also it’s always like “hey im jessica, this is my baby, his name is chainsaw slasher, he is made of titanium, spinning blades, and fire. i love him dearly” vs “im karter, this is my vile creation, it’s called princess pinky sparkles the kitten bot, it is covered in rinestones and throws glitter at its oponents, god hates me for creating it but is too afraid to challenge me.” and then princess pinky sparkles the kitten bot demolishes chainsaw slasher while both the creators watch with glee

competitive sports are not my thing at all but holy fuck i love bot fights- killing machines with googly eyes beat the shit out of each other while the nerds controlling them look absolutely giddy? 10/10 fucking incredible entertainment

Nb Neo i guess

Rewatched Matrix with friends, I traded watching this movie for Heathers)) So I've seen two cool works.

An embroidery of the web version of the Merriam-Webster definition of embroidery.

the world is full of mysteries and wonders. just now i got hit with the scent of blood, so strong and sharp that i was gagging, it then abruptly disappeared, and ill probably never know why that happened.

it sucks that i have to lay in bed and wait till i fall asleep. i should be able to simply keep going until i pass out with no negative consequences

playing a fun game of caffeine vs melatonin or as i like to call it "states of consciousness speedrun"

every now and then i think about the middle aged man i saw stripped down to his underwear in a laundromat with those big glass shop windows facing a very crowded street. the confidence...the efficiency...the dangerous flirting with a charge of public indecency. i simply have to respect it