Unexplored

A Blonde goes into work one morning crying her eyes out.

Her boss, concerned about his employee’s well being, asks sympathetically, “What’s the matter?”

The Blonde replies, “Early this morning I got a phone call saying that my mother had passed away.”

“I’m terribly sorry to hear that. Why don’t you go home for the day.. we aren’t terribly busy. Just take the day off to relax and rest.”

The Blonde very calmly explains, “No, I’d be better off here. I need to keep my mind off it and I have the best chance of doing that here.”

The boss agrees and allows the Blonde to work as usual. “If you need anything, just let me know,” he says.

A few hours pass and the boss decides to check on the Blonde. He looks out over his office and sees the Blonde crying hysterically. 

He rushes out to her, and asks, “Are you going to be okay? Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No,” replies the Blonde, “I just got a call from my sister, and she said that HER mom died too!”

I am a common object enjoyed by both sexes, normally about 8 inches long, with little hairs on one end, and a hole on the other. 

For most of the day I am laying down, but I am ready for instant action. When in use, I move back and forth and in ‘n’ out a warm, moist hole.

When the work is finally done, a white, slushy, sticky mush is left behind, and I return to my original position. 

Cleaning is usually done after I am. 

What am I? Why, I am your very own…

Toothbrush! 

What were you thinking, you pervert?

nobodysdiary:

From Artists Space website:

Since Saturday, October 22 at 5pm Artists Space has been occupied by a group of initially ten individuals under the collective title “Take Artists Space”.

Artists Space has for nearly 40 years worked at the forefront of critical discourse addressing the socio-economic context that artists work in. The organization has continuously acted with conviction and integrity.

The group currently occupying Artists Space have done so without our consent. So far it has not been clear to Artists Space staff or its board what purpose or cause this occupation serves.

As a self-critical organization we constantly discuss the purpose of our organization, and the need to assume a critical position in relation to the current economic situation and dominant value systems. We reflect this position in our programs, be it last year’s Charlotte Posenenske exhibition, the recent exhibition on the work of Christopher D’Arcangelo or the forthcoming “Identity” exhibition. We believe that our shared ideas, ideals and values and organizational structure are well equipped to critically address and challenge the complexity of today’s economy within and beyond the art world.

After participation of all staff members in now 24 hours of discussion with the occupiers and enduring physical threats and theft of property, and more so as a result of this being an agendaless occupation, we jointly concluded as per this evening to ask the occupiers to leave the Artists Space property, so that at least we can get on with our work.

I saw this link going around Facebook and I had to share. I just can’t see the point of attacking art and culture institutions with agendaless occupations… anyone care to enlighten me?

melhoneycat:

Teen Depression by Robert Carter

AMAZING PAINT

il pleut dans ma chambre

J’écoute la pluie

Douce pluie de septembre

Qui tombe dans mon lit

Le jardin frissonne toutes les fleurs ont pleuré

Pour la venue de l’automne

Et pour la fin de l’été

Mais la pluie fredonne

Sur un rythme joyeux

Tip et tap et tip top et tip

Et tip tip et tip

Et tip top et tap

Voilà ce qu’on entend la nuit

C’est la chanson de la pluie

Demain le jour fleurira sur vos lèvres

Mon amour et la pluie qui calme notre fièvre

Sera loin très loin dans la mer

Voguant sous le ciel clair

Demain les bois auront fait leur toilette

Et les toits peints de frais auront un air de fête

Les oiseaux contents de ce shampooing

Ne se plaindront point

Il pleut dans ma chambre

Il pleut dans mon cœur

Douce pluie de septembre

Chante un air moqueur

Dans toute la campagne

Poussent de beaux champignons

Et dans la montagne

Le vent joue du violon…

Tous les chats de gouttière

Dansent, chantent en rond

Tip et tap et tip tap et tip

Et fut fut et tic

Et pic pac et toc

Voilà ce qu’on entend la nuit

C’est la chanson de la pluie 

Ce soir le vent qui frappe à ma porte

Me parle des amours mortes

Devant le feu qui s’ éteint

Ce soir c’est une chanson d’ automne

Dans la maison qui frissonne

Et je pense aux jours lointains

Que reste-t-il de nos amours

Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours

Une photo, vieille photo

De ma jeunesse

Que reste-t-il des billets doux

Des mois d’ avril, des rendez-vous

Un souvenir qui me poursuit

Sans cesse

+

Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent

Baisers volés, reves mouvants

Que reste-t-il de tout cela

Dites-le-moi

+

Un petit village, un vieux clocher

Un paysage si bien caché

Et dans un nuage le cher visage

De mon passé

Les mots les mots tendres qu’on murmure

Les caresses les plus pures

Les serments au fond des bois

Les fleurs qu’on retrouve dans un livre

Dont le parfum vous enivre

Se sont envolés pourquoi?

Que reste-t-il de nos amours

Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours

Une photo, vieille photo

De ma jeunesse

Que reste-t-il des billets doux

Des mois d’ avril, des rendez-vous

Un souvenir qui me poursuit

Sans cesse

+

Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent

Baisers volés, reves mouvants

Que reste-t-il de tout cela

Dites-le-moi

+

Un petit village, un vieux clocher

Un paysage si bien caché

Et dans un nuage le cher visage

De mon passé

Elang-ular bido (Spilornis cheela bido - Accipitridae), Crested Serpent-eagle

The Crested Serpent Eagle (Spilornis cheela) is a medium-sized bird of prey that is found in forested habitats across tropical Asia. Within its widespread range, there are considerable variations and some authorities prefer to treat several of its subspecies as completely separate species.[2] In the past, several species including the Philippine Serpent Eagle (S. holospila), Andaman Serpent Eagle (S. elgini) and South Nicobar Serpent Eagle (S. klossi) were treated as subspecies of the Crested Serpent Eagle. All members within the species complex have a large looking head with long feathers on the back of the head giving them a maned and crested appearance. The face is bare and yellow joining up with the ceres while the powerful feet are unfeathered and heavily scaled. They fly over the forest canopy on broad wings and tail have wide white and black bars. They call often with a loud, piercing and familiar three or two-note call. They often feed on snakes, giving them their name and are placed along with the Circaetus snake-eagles in the subfamily Circaetinae.

(Source: Wikipedia)

About reality, it might means everything, but sometimes it didn’t prove anything.

Life is just life, and life must goes on, even in the hardest time

calmeel77 - 2011 

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