it serves as a reminder that other people are doing things.
my uncle has always been an avid sailor, and when i ran into him the other day he gave me a dvd with images from his latest cruise (venice, among other places). he’s organising tours for people with visual disabilities, himself being almost blind, and has asked me to document a trip they’re taking in august. i’m working then, but it would be brilliant to go. i’ll see about that.
you’ve prolly seen this somewhere else, but here goes: woman pulls off a guys testicle, tries to eat it, chokes and spits it out. someone else returnes the testicle saying “this belongs to you”.
read more here: news.bbc.co.uk
i didn’t know that this was possible. she must have been rather upset. good way to scare other people though – i once ripped a guys nut off. wanna buy me a drink?
seriously, there’s some messed up crap going on that i’m not going to go in to. i can’t relate to it because it’s bloody surreal, and if you can relate to it i’m very sympathetic to your fucked up situation.
as an alternative i present some images to you from my previous saturday that left me hung over and slightly concussed all of sunday. in no apparent order:
this was the spring party at valand and it took place at berg 211 – it was a bit too far away from the city center to become a staggering crowd of stinking artists, but we made do. and the locale is stunning.
four days ago i was dreaming about loosing a tooth, and the more i poked at it with my tounge, the bigger it became and the more it split into fragments. it became so bad that i had trouble talking. when i finally started pulling pieces out, they turned out to be glass fragments – such as you might expect from a broken bottle.
any interpretations?
seriously, there’s some messed up crap going on that i’m not going to go in to. i can’t relate to it because it’s bloody surreal, and if you can relate to it i’m very sympathetic to your fucked up situation.
as an alternative i present some images to you from my previous saturday that left me hung over and slightly concussed all of sunday. in no apparent order:
this was the spring party at valand and it took place at berg 211 – it was a bit too far away from the city center to become a staggering crowd of stinking artists, but we made do. and the locale is stunning.
four days ago i was dreaming about loosing a tooth, and the more i poked at it with my tounge, the bigger it became and the more it split into fragments. it became so bad that i had trouble talking. when i finally started pulling pieces out, they turned out to be glass fragments – such as you might expect from a broken bottle.
any interpretations?
seriously, there’s some messed up crap going on that i’m not going to go in to. i can’t relate to it because it’s bloody surreal, and if you can relate to it i’m very sympathetic to your fucked up situation.
as an alternative i present some images to you from my previous saturday that left me hung over and slightly concussed all of sunday. in no apparent order:
this was the spring party at valand and it took place at berg 211 – it was a bit too far away from the city center to become a staggering crowd of stinking artists, but we made do. and the locale is stunning.
four days ago i was dreaming about loosing a tooth, and the more i poked at it with my tounge, the bigger it became and the more it split into fragments. it became so bad that i had trouble talking. when i finally started pulling pieces out, they turned out to be glass fragments – such as you might expect from a broken bottle.
any interpretations?
seriously, there’s some messed up crap going on that i’m not going to go in to. i can’t relate to it because it’s bloody surreal, and if you can relate to it i’m very sympathetic to your fucked up situation.
as an alternative i present some images to you from my previous saturday that left me hung over and slightly concussed all of sunday. in no apparent order:
this was the spring party at valand and it took place at berg 211 – it was a bit too far away from the city center to become a staggering crowd of stinking artists, but we made do. and the locale is stunning.
four days ago i was dreaming about loosing a tooth, and the more i poked at it with my tounge, the bigger it became and the more it split into fragments. it became so bad that i had trouble talking. when i finally started pulling pieces out, they turned out to be glass fragments – such as you might expect from a broken bottle.
any interpretations?