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gnarly
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At the Sex Museum in Korea
they have a sex museum
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When I was a little boy I fed my mother a bottle of whiskey While she was pregnant, Unbeknownst to me. I felt bad to say the least. And when my little brother was born He had What they call “Fetal alcohol syndrome” The kids used to laugh and taunt him as we’d walk to school. Its about this time that I discovered a drug Called crack-cocaine And by the second grade, I had my classmates hooked. And in the fourth grade I threw a big crack party, everyone was invited And I got a girl named cynthia to blow my little brother for a fix. And no one would fuck with us After that.
"How can one person be more real than any other? Well, some people do hide and others seek. Maybe those who are in hiding - escaping encounters, avoiding surprises, protecting their property, ignoring their fantasies, restricting their feelings, sitting out the pan pipe hootchy-kootch of experience - maybe those people, people who won’t talk to rednecks, or if they’re rednecks won’t talk to intellectuals, people who’re afraid to get their shoes muddy or their noses wet, afraid to eat what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water, afraid to bet a long shot to win, afraid to hitchhike, jaywalk, honky-tonk, cogitate, osculate, levitate, rock it, bop it, sock it, or bark at the moon, maybe such people are simply inauthentic, and maybe the jacklet humanist who says differently is due to have his tongue fried on the hot slabs of Liar’s Hell. Some folks hide, and some folk’s seek, and seeking, when it’s mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren’t afraid to look and won’t turn tail should they find it - and if they never do, they’ll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of Earth’s sweet gas."
- Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker (via moreofamore)
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unanchored, all the puzzle pieces float from the floor in between counted sheep, zero gravity.
