real photo by the way

A 2000 Village Voice critics' poll named Hana-bi one of the decade's top ten films. And after the same film won Venice's top prize, the comedian-turned-auteur, eschewing understatement, informed the press: "I am the Master!"

but i'm not a ghost yet :eek:


not big into ghosts. don't believe in em either. but if i do turn into one... all of you are fucked. literally. i'll be the nastiest incubus of all time.

It wasn't by a ghost but it sounded sexy as hell. Am I weird for that?

I think, sexually, nothing is weird.

I don't think it's weird but I feel weird because it turns me on so much. And I know other people would find it weird.

No, YOU'RE gay for moleman!

nah, but his dick sounds irrelevant in this case.

this.

go wherever yr cock may take you.

I bet he doesn't think it's irrelevant :p

My vagina didn't think it was irrelevant.

Share the moment with us...record it and post the vid

Nobody's gay for Moleman. :(

I love redistributing myself to people who haven’t learned about me yet

have five mother figures on my desktop physicality

It never works. I’m always just a still-here

IMAGINE SLASHER FILMS WITHOUT BLOOD; porn without nudity; the Sistine Chapel without God; the New York Stock Exchange without capital. Pretend that Hieronymus Bosch’s intermeshed figures could text.

Put your breasts back on...

I want an idea landfill.

I can’t wait until the Internet declares its independence. It reminds me of the future.

I don’t know a single band that’s experimental enough for me.

Am I overexisting, or am I overexisting?

I never say ‘they.’ I say ‘us’ or ‘we.

I love being in places that mean nothing to me.

I’m finally just an ‘as if.'

She’s a toxic bisexual wearing unstable flip-flops.

My personal really concise pussy is creating a very inner monologue that I’m not going to share with you as I become dynamic.

i already knew this

my friend and i spammed the shit out of our mutual bitchy ditching friend's facebook. it was fun. i'm going to bed.