obsessed with everything about this.
“Tune In to Find Out What Sex Is Like for Lauren and What 2 Vaginas Looks Like!’
(NOTA BENE: THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME!!!)
The best part of this post is the comment section
ZZIIIINNNGGGGGGG!!
Like Olympia’s black cat, tucked in the myrtle shadows,
Arching her back as if winter creeps up her tail, we
Understand there is beauty and fiction before us.
A Rare event: Expanding the frame, the illusion
Erased, and all that is left is this hunger that drives us,
Nature biting at our necks, a beastial want for more.
Levi-Strauss dies at 100!!!
Levi-Strauss was ALIVE?? First, I saw this post on Gawker but thought it was a joke (you know how THEY are). But then I Googled it AND IT’S TRUE. At least that’s what Bloomberg News is reporting.
“Such is how I view myself: a traveler, an archeologist of space, trying in vain to restore the exotic with the use of particles and fragments.”
oh, dear.
the end is near.
or here.
worst. veganz. ever.
Lauren Pires, May 2007, Paris, France.
Found today in the archives.
hahaha oh man this night was fun. this was the night of the jar, right? my size jar!!
the vulva museum
‘A cartoon of the female form demonstrated how this dot in your head travels down to your cunt and makes you bleed. The doctorly sounding male narrator insisted that we not take baths or exercise during this “special time,” but be sure to keep spotlessly clean with lots and lots of soap and showers because menstruating girls tend to stink up the room if they’re not completely at one with personal hygiene. He also informed us that any pain or discomfort we might feel resided “in our heads,” and had been collectively imagined by womankind for thousands of years.’
no comment.
i would like to announce that i have officially gone through an entire box of “Puffs plus lotion with the scent of Vicks” tissues within the last 24 hours. that is not counting the countless tissues i have used from other boxes of “Puffs plus lotion with the scent of Vicks.”
time to remove myself and the bucket of chocolate pudding from the bed, and take the kittay to the vetziez.
