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For tHe VeNt: Freaks and Geeks! -- FREAKS!
I love my penis.
The most revered object of human biology existence.
The penis … baby.
You girls in American culture can sit there and flaunt your tits and ass all you want. Show off your curves… yeah I love it baby. Oh you’re so hot in your high heels and short skirt. Fuck it you even want to do some lesbian action for my 21st American man loving ass. That’s so hot… I guess.
But you know what? It all boils down to dick baby. You lesbians getting it on (or actually straight girls who are pushed by society to fuck each other) always wind up doing this wild lick me sex.
I mean okay it’s hot. But what is better than good old fashioned dick?
It’s the finalization to sex? It’s the one object in human anatomy that is beyond XXX rated.
Come on. When you see a hot dog, or a banana, or a cucumber, or even a weird shaped stick on the ground, the jokes come roaring in.
Dick.
Cock.
Penis.
Rod.
Manhood.
Could I go on and on? Personally I love mine and it rocks. And I love the fact that when I want to take a piss I can just straight piss into a urinal. I always feel so bad for chicks at concerts or just walking home from a bar or anywhere actually when they have to take a pisser.
Squat?
Hahahahaha! SUCKS TO BE YOU! Don’t get it on your dress! **giggle**
Sit my ass on a dirty ass public toilet? Actually I have when I do a number 2 and I don’t give a shit. But that’s because I am a guy and the most important part of my anatomy is on the OUTSIDE.
Kidding aside. You girls are BEAUTIFUL! In your curves and your breasts and your hairless bodies and your hips and legs and all that shit. I salivate looking at all you each day.. yum.
But the one thing I have going for me is the dick. You know you can’t live without it. Pretend like you don’t care, but you do.
My point? Girls are just as horny as guys … IF NOT MORE!
I’m insane.
I love you all!!!!
Taken May 10th, 2009
Posted May 11th, 2009
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Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka, 2011
Normal people with extraordinary lifestyles
Along with smile and the gloomy, here life has its own rhyme, has its own colour.
Time passed by, humanity changed along with its history...
But these people remained here tolerating the hardest truth of existences
..........its their story of extraordinary existences.
Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka. A very interesting place for all of us to visit. Culture and customs of old Dhaka are the tribute to the ancient history of Bangladesh. Peoples still living in 100 years old building from generations after generations. With the reflection of their religious beauty Old Dhaka attracts peoples from here and abroad.
Shakhari Bazaar is one of the oldest mohallas (a traditional neighbourhood) in Puran Dhaka (Old Dhaka), located near the intersection of Islampur Road and Nawabpur Road;the two main arteries of the old city and only a block away from the Buriganga River. Shakhari Bazaar stretches along a narrow lane, lined with thin slices of richly decorated brick buildings, built during the late Mughal or Colonial period. Despite rampant modifications, accretion, extension over time, even redevelopment, many still bear the testimony of a rich tradition.
Shakhari Bazaar is the manifestation of the irrational policies, lack of adequate development control rules and distorted legal framework, all of which have left their indelible mark on this precious little mohalla that shares a long history of more than 400 years with Dhaka city itself.The history of Shakhari Bazaar goes back to the pre-Mughal days if not earlier. The first mention of Puran Dhaka can be found in the writings of Mirza Nathan, the general turned historian, who traveled with Subahdar Islam Khan. He mentioned Puran Dhaka, as the area between Dholai Khal and Buriganga river covering Shakhari Bazaar, Tanti Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Lakhsmi Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Kamar Nagar, Sutar Nagar, Goala Nagar, etc. Each mohalla belonged to separate communities depending on their craft and trade. The influences of the Mughal vocabulary in the planning of the spaces are literally evident in the use of Persian names to identify different spaces..
It can happen!
The calving season was about over [when this beach is closed to humans], and all kinds of people were walking up to the seals, who were either mildly curious or flat-out indifferent. Folks were respectful to the seals; we all knew we were having a special kind of experience.
I didn't know any of these people, and I hope they don't spot themselves in my photos!
Within the first couple of visits after discovering this little photographic gem I saw an old truck stop along side the road at the top of the steep ditch I was standing in with all my camera gear. I figured it was the farmer who owned the property hoping he was just curious what I was doing and not mad that I was there. He turned out to be a very nice old gentleman that did indeed own this place. He told me that the farm had been bought by his family during the depression and that he had lived there for a short time as a young man before going off to serve in the military during World War II, and nobody had lived in the house since that time. Over time the barn and many outbuildings had fallen badly into disrepair so he decided to clean up the place to make way for more tillable farmland. I asked him why he hadn't razed the house along with everything else and he said, "Oh, I decided to leave it be just to show that there use to be a farm right here."
Chinatown, New York City, New York, USA
There's so much going on in this frame, and I almost decided to wait until the man passed to take the photo - but we were walking, and it was cold, and didn't want to wait.
Do I exist for you
In the corner of your mind
Or anywhere in your heart
In your life
In your thoughts
In your dreams
Am I there
Am I real?
~R.L.Spencer~
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An existence is punctuated by many moments, sometimes sad, painful, gruelling. In these moments emerge pillars, outstretched hands, foundations which prevent us from sinking. " HoldStill » is all at once. A lifeline.
I met Sally Mann, one day in 2018, at the Jeu de Paume Museum, so briefly, but with a rare subtlety. As brief and superficial as this meeting was, it was remarkable.
These days, I have been able to deepen my relationship with Sally Mann, to know her better, to love her. I read her book with slowness, as moments that we want to be eternal. Each HoldStill reopening was one of these reunions with a person with whom i feel good. Sally Mann is one of the greatest photographers I know. Now.
Une existence est jalonnée de moments particuliers, parfois tristes, douloureux, éreintant. Dans ces moments affleurent des piliers, des mains tendues, des assises qui nous évitent de couler. « Tiens-toi bien ! » est tout à la fois. Une ligne vie.
J’ai rencontré Sally Mann, un jour de 2018, au Jeu de Paume, assez brièvement, mais avec une subtilité rare. Aussi brève et superficielle qu’est été cette rencontre, elle fut marquante.
Ces jours-ci, j’ai pu approfondir ma relation avec Sally Mann, mieux la connaître, l’aimer. J’ai goûté son livre avec cette lenteur qui caractérise les moments que l’on désire éternels. Chaque réouverture de ces pages était de ces retrouvailles avec un être avec qui l’on se sent bien. Oui ! Sally Mann est une des plus grandes photographes que je connaisse, maintenant.
Un livre de chevet.
This is Mr Chand's 1860 Zeiss camera, inherited from his grandfather which in turn was given to him by the Maharaja of Jaipur. Weighed down by bricks and with brass and leather detailing, it is the only one like it in existence today.
Freckles. The bane of my existence since I was a kid. I can't remember when I started hating them so much, but I feel like it might be related to getting my caricature drawn when I was young and seeing nothing but freckles. Seriously, what the hell is the point of those damn drawings? To torment children with their biggest insecurities? If so, then they are highly effective.
Anyway, the freckles are popping out like a mofo now. We spent the morning on the boat, the afternoon in the pool, and the evening sipping rum runners at the Fish House where we've already made friends with the bartender. Aside from the freckles, life is pretty damn good.
Ignore my unpolished appearance. I snapped this right after coming in from the pool.
textures by sophieG, les brumes and nkl
soundtrack by Aphex Twin: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qwe10iDlFQo&a=GxdCwVVULXcy0jE...
Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh, 2011
Normal people with extraordinary lifestyles
Along with smile and the gloomy, here life has its own rhyme, has its own colour.
Time passed by, humanity changed along with its history...
But these people remained here tolerating the hardest truth of existences
..........its their story of extraordinary existences.
Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka. A very interesting place for all of us to visit. Culture and customs of old Dhaka are the tribute to the ancient history of Bangladesh. Peoples still living in 100 years old building from generations after generations. With the reflection of their religious beauty Old Dhaka attracts peoples from here and abroad.
Shakhari Bazaar is one of the oldest mohallas (a traditional neighbourhood) in Puran Dhaka (Old Dhaka), located near the intersection of Islampur Road and Nawabpur Road;the two main arteries of the old city and only a block away from the Buriganga River. Shakhari Bazaar stretches along a narrow lane, lined with thin slices of richly decorated brick buildings, built during the late Mughal or Colonial period. Despite rampant modifications, accretion, extension over time, even redevelopment, many still bear the testimony of a rich tradition.
Shakhari Bazaar is the manifestation of the irrational policies, lack of adequate development control rules and distorted legal framework, all of which have left their indelible mark on this precious little mohalla that shares a long history of more than 400 years with Dhaka city itself.The history of Shakhari Bazaar goes back to the pre-Mughal days if not earlier. The first mention of Puran Dhaka can be found in the writings of Mirza Nathan, the general turned historian, who traveled with Subahdar Islam Khan. He mentioned Puran Dhaka, as the area between Dholai Khal and Buriganga river covering Shakhari Bazaar, Tanti Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Lakhsmi Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Kamar Nagar, Sutar Nagar, Goala Nagar, etc. Each mohalla belonged to separate communities depending on their craft and trade. The influences of the Mughal vocabulary in the planning of the spaces are literally evident in the use of Persian names to identify different spaces..
Day 34 / 180
(This poem is irrelevant in a sense, but I really like it. So, I just had to share it.)
Flowers by Thomas Hood
"I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turned by the sun;
The tulip is a courtly queen,
Whom, therefore, I will shun;
The cowslip is a country wench,
The violet is a nun; -
But I will woo the dainty rose,
The queen of everyone.
The pea is but a wanton witch,
In too much haste to wed,
And clasps her rings on every hand
The wolfsbane I should dread; -
Nor will I dreary rosemary
That always mourns the dead; -
But I will woo the dainty rose,
With her cheeks of tender red.
The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me -
And the daisy's cheek is tipped with blush,
She is of such low degree;
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves,
And the broom's betrothed to the bee; -
But I will plight with the dainty rose,
For fairest of all is she."
This photo was inspired by Caroline Margonis <3
I am really happy with the way this photo turned out and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
Comments and feedback are always appreciated!
Thank you. <3
xx