everything fucks and everything dies
tonight we further discuss the use of piss as an artistic medium
but first:
fucking - welcome to the automated society where fucking is no longer anything but going in and out - its just fucking and it feels like fucking i guess
- andy warhol
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Thu 22 Oct 2009, 6:02,
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but first:
fucking - welcome to the automated society where fucking is no longer anything but going in and out - its just fucking and it feels like fucking i guess
- andy warhol
the true artist helps the world by pissing on a canvas and sculpting 578 dongs out of cow fat
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Thu 22 Oct 2009, 6:12,
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Life presents itself to us as evolution in time and complexity in space.
Regarded in time, it is the continuous evolution of a being ever growing older;
it never goes backwards, never repeats anything, and it fucks 578 cow dongs. --Henri Bergson
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Thu 22 Oct 2009, 6:19,
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it never goes backwards, never repeats anything, and it fucks 578 cow dongs. --Henri Bergson
Pffft! Have the file still open...
There are also COMIC OBSESSIONS that seem to bear a great resemblance to dream obsessions.
Who has not had the experience of seeing the same image appear in several successive dreams, assuming a plausible meaning in each of them, whereas these dreams had no other point in common.
Effects of repetition sometimes present this special form on the stage or in fiction: some of them, in fact, sound as though they belonged to a dream. It may be the same with the burden of many a song: it persistently recurs, always unchanged, at the end of every verse, each time with a different meaning.
--H. Bergson (well known cow-dong salesman).
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Thu 22 Oct 2009, 6:36,
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Who has not had the experience of seeing the same image appear in several successive dreams, assuming a plausible meaning in each of them, whereas these dreams had no other point in common.
Effects of repetition sometimes present this special form on the stage or in fiction: some of them, in fact, sound as though they belonged to a dream. It may be the same with the burden of many a song: it persistently recurs, always unchanged, at the end of every verse, each time with a different meaning.
--H. Bergson (well known cow-dong salesman).