your semen is like a 9mm bullet

this is eerily reminiscent of my saturday nights, only i like to aim for the face.

cum with me if you want to live

following my theme of robots doing human things, here’s a gallery of the terminator model robots getting freaky. this is some weird ass stuff, but weird in that awesome kinda way that makes you wish they would come out with an hd blu-ray t-800 porno. it’s probably already in development somewhere in japan.

if robots continue this pattern of emulating all the baseless faults of humanity, who will we turn to next to cleanse our filth ridden planet of human error? it’s scary to think of a world where people reign free, making mistake after mistake and laying waste to the world they inhabit. good thing we’re not at that point yet, right?

jesse lacey & kevin devine

friday, i saw a low-key acoustic concert in albany featuring jesse lacey and kevin devine.  i don’t really listen to either of them very often, but i am indiscriminate when it comes to live shows, especially in small venues.  it’s always respectable to see musicians performing, particularly when they’re not getting paid that much.  also it was free.  anyways, it was fun, save the pain in my legs and feet after standing for so long.  to commemorate the event, i learned play crack the sky and recorded it.  this should be fun for any brand new fans, otherwise, it’ll be an unusual departure from my usual style, but it’s fun to branch out and try new things…in bed.

play crack the sky

holla, bread!

stryofoam – couches in alleys (feat. ben gibbard)

yesterday i posted about this song. today, i’m still obsessed with it, with the exception of the guilt that comes from keeping it on repeat while the rest of the nothing’s lost album gathers digital dust. also, perhaps it’s just my lack of sleep causing a chemical imbalance in my brain, but i feel like something’s wrong; like that feeling you get when you’re driving somewhere new, and you think you might have missed a turn a mile back, but you’re not sure ’cause you’ve never been to the destination before. anyways, i thought i’d post the lyrics, because they are so poignant and depressing, the perfect thing to help drag you down with me. enjoy!

“hey jack, it’s me, i don’t mean to bother you, but something’s been on my mind
that the end of this road, that climbs the horizon will be reached in a matter of miles
and when the wheels cease to spin, the walls and fences will grow higher than redwood trees
and i know your demise, and i fear what will happen when the road fails to flow under me, to flow under me

oh jack, you see, i felt like your mirror with the wind whipping through my hair
when the wheels ceased to spin, and i cased my surroundings, i realized i hadn’t gone anywhere
and the problems i’d left with couches in alleys that no one would ever claim
and the hardest part was sifting through the pieces of the rain soaked and rotten remains, when i got home
when i got home
when i got home

hey jack, it’s me, i don’t mean to bother you, but something’s been on my mind
(when i got home)
that the end of this road, that climbs the horizon will be reached in a matter of miles
(when i got home)
hey jack, it’s me, i don’t mean to bother you, but something’s been on my mind
(when i got home)
hey jack, it’s me, i don’t mean to bother you, but something’s been on my mind
(when i got home)
hey jack, it’s me, i don’t mean to bother you, but something’s been on my mind
(hey jack, it’s me, i don’t mean to bother you, but something’s been on my mind)
hey jack, it’s me, i don’t mean to bother you, but something’s been on my mind
(hey jack, it’s me, i don’t mean to bother you, but something’s been on my mind)”

clearly this song is about skipping out on child support and asking your deadbeat brother for advice; either that or confessing a fear of confronting problems that lie waiting at the end of an escapist journey with an imaginary friend named jack. either way, it makes you wanna curl up in a ball and retreat to a happier time, before you had 3 kids and a mounting credit bill.

i can dance all day, i can dance all day- boom! headshot!

i just found this bad boy on youtube. the last time i saw this video was 5 yrs ago back in high school. it was quite the nostalgic video clip. the smooth, soothing movements of liquid pop used to mesmerize me to no end. anyways, watching this video made me want to look up more wild dancing, so i did. and i’ve conveniently embedded them for your viewing pleasure. enjoy!

eric doin’ his liquid pop (the nostalgic video)

afroboy doing some sick liquid pop

robots dancing!!!

57

i got 57 views today, which is a personal best; but now my traffic graph looks pitiful with a huge spike at the end. need to keep up this trend. here’s a treat to help give ya’ll some incentive to come back and visit more often.

adriana lima

natalie portman

jamie-lynn sigler

all for you guys…and lesbians.

simpsons avatar

i was surfin’ around the simpsons official website and found their avatar creator, which was surprisingly versatile and fun. try it out here!

me

adam

paul

dan

catharsis

do not read this unless you have an oddly strong interest in my personal life.

i was listening to some music today from some indie acts (elizabeth & the catapults, styrofoam). it made me think about the future. when i listen to music, i like to think about the environments which perfectly compliment the tone and atmosphere of the music. usually, with the music i like, it leads me to some nice fancy bar where the live act is the artist currently playing. the kind of place where you sit at circular tables in front of a stage and sip martinis with a significant other, enjoying an immersive set that few others have had the pleasure of experiencing. otherwise, it’ll be a dim apartment in manhattan, the kind with a red brick wall and high up so you can see the electric constellations of the city skyline. either way, it usually involves alcohol and a significant other.

there’s something about uncertainty and fear and loneliness that speaks to me. could it be that my early childhood development was somehow skewed by a dramatic shift in backdrop. maybe moving to a new country at the age of 3 and leaving the familiarity of home-life half way around the world to start anew has traumatized my sense of enjoyment. nowadays, i am stuck with a strangely romantic desire to live a solitary life in the heart of a city, riding subways and walking city blocks through crowds that could easily engulf you. something about being alone in a place where so many live is oddly comforting, almost sensual, as if everyone in that city were a lonely soul looking forward to something they can’t quite name. is there anything more romantic than two broken souls finding comfort in each other? aren’t our hearts most vulnerable when all hope is lost and we have nothing but each other to seek comfort in. if you’ve ever seen leaving las vegas, you’ll have a slight understanding of the kind of romance i refer to. however, it’s a lofty idealistic vision that lacks any real-world merit, as such depressing pairings can rarely last, though that fact too may lend to the romance of the situation. to know that something is fleeting and unsustainable, but to embrace it regardless for the strength of emotion it elicits, isn’t that the hollywood love story everyone wants? happy endings are overrated. life isn’t conducive to happy endings, as eventually one must leave the other, however far off into the future it might be. we are all fleeting creatures, and it is all we can do to eek out what pleasures we can before time runs out.

it’s quite a paradox i draw out. the desire to be alone, but constantly seeking someone to share that loneliness with. it sounds almost perverse, but i feel that there are many who share this vision of romance. it’s a tale of dark, brooding life in a city that doesn’t sleep. perhaps it’s knowing that there is always something more beyond the horizon that keeps us tied to an unfulfilling life spent constantly looking for something that we’re not sure of. it’s an uncertainty that draws from fear and hope. we expose ourselves to failure in hopes of success. we endure pain in search of pleasure. perhaps there is a point where the two start to blur and we begin to equate one with the other. it becomes a concoction of both which we begin to seek, not simply success and pleasure, but happiness tempered with sadness. we want to know and feel the comparable poles of emotion. so we seek loneliness and solitude first, because such feelings allow for a greater reprisal of love and companionship when finally we do find someone.

i’m starting to lose focus of the point i’m trying to make so i’ll stop now. however, i will give another quick plug. go listen to stryofoam feat. ben gibbard – couches in alleys. it’s kinda amazing.

mmmpph…mmmpph!!!

this picture is at once arousing and unsettling.

anne hathaway is awesome

anne hathaway is awesome because instead of letting the paparazzi catch her nips in candid photos, she reveals them on the silver screen where she can then at least write it off as art.  this simple act alone shows how much smarter anne is than all the other starlets in hollywood.  also, it’s obvious to me that anne hathaway is going to be the next julia roberts.  she’s got the same enormous smile and pretty much the same demographic of fans.  i don’t even like julia roberts, but you can’t argue with fame and popularity.

here are some sweet pics from the becoming jane premiere.

mmm mmm good