I wonder what awkward names some of those pathetic art-fuckers would have given those pictures.
This happens when you put your not yet finished roll of film out of your camera, don´t mark it properly and continue shooting it a couple of days later. But I like those pictures, they somehow kick ass in their very own way. And some of the really suit together, fantastic.
Maybe they (Dali, Warhol and whatever names those guys had) would´ve called it „The End Of Everything We Used To Count On.“ ?
… or „Sexual Vagina In Penetration Of A Fully Erected Penis In A Room Full Of Sperm. Coitus.“ ?
(this line will give me loads of visitors coming from google)
… or just „The Awful Pain Of Realizing.“ ?
Anyway, I´ve got a little fever, I think the right term for it these days is „Swineflu“. And they say you have to die when you´ve got it.
But the strange thing is that I haven´t died yet. I don´t know, maybe I should see a doctor and spend my money on some medics so Mr. Pfizer, Mr. GlaxoSmithKline and Mr. Novartis can buy their third sons their second Porsche financed by Mr. Hysterical and Ms. Fear? Maybe this would eventually kill me? It would definitely mean that I´ve somehow killed my common sense, that´s for sure.
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Comment by gast — November 13, 2009 @ 10:51 am