glossolalia
Joined: 04 Mar 2008
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 Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 7:07 am |
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I have would say my approach to avatars is essentially sex on wheels, with Kurt Cobain playing the role of the driver and Steven Hawking spitting into the fuel tank at an exhaustive pace, but Steven Hawking is only “one man!” and he cannot spit that much. There I am, stark naked, ripped, cut, toned, buff, well-endowed. And our new friends aren’t weird at all: they’re focus-grouped and boring. You might be a guy who sees the singer in a magazine and decides to start wearing eyeshadow, or you might hear the screaming of the guitar and think that it’s precisely the kind of anti-structure you need in that very moment.
It feels, quite frankly, like fiddling with a Rubik’s Cube while sitting on top of a Wild-West-style speeding train. There’s a photographer by the name of Hiroshi Sugimoto, and one of his projects centers around blurring shots of architecture, the premise being “the most iconic things will stand the transformation and remain, in essence.” Unfortunately, there’s a snag: The Forger (damn and blast!) is so terribly nearsighted that he’s likely to be a serious drag on the rest of the POWs during their desperate flight from the Nazis. If you’re the certain kind of person who will run around with a shotgun, perhaps it was Captain Picard, with an important message! I felt the sting of a bead of sweat trickling into my eye.
oh sorry what i meant to say is "drawings of girls looking to the left" |
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