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I wish humans could vibrate when we're really stressed to relieve pressure. Like, you know when you're feeling really anxious and you really want to scream but you can't because you're in a public place and the inability to express your stress makes or remove yourself from the situation causes more stress? All of this could be solved if we could shake ourselves so hard that we forgot what was making us anxious for a precious thirty seconds.
Life is...
I paint with my pencil graphite on paper heart on display an image, a word evoke emotion but will never mean what it did to me when it occurred. Just a reminder a place holder in time a memory as art.
I am an artist.
I only have one piece. it has no price. it encompasses the entire gamut of emotion. The closer you get, the more you understand its meaning. it can not be recreated or duplicated. I am this piece.
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Theres a part of us thats no longer here,
and one that never was.
but when you feel it,
it makes you ache.
for better or for worse.
Fades each day,
yet never goes away.
The ability to forget...
has been forgotten.
Just Thoughts
Imagine wanting to create a website (platform) for people around the world to share whatever they like about themselves, sexual and nonsexual. But then deciding that sexuality is obscene just like almost every other website in the world.
Why is the naked human body obscene?
Why is sex obscene?
Why is watching people have sex obscene?
Together with eating and drinking water, our bodies and sex are the most natural aspects of being a human being. Deep down we all know this. Why is sharing who you are, the perfect beautiful snowflake human being that you are (as aspect of your humanity), obscene?
Are you repulsed by porn? Don't watch it. Like porn, but don't like watching a man take it up the ass? Don't watch that type of porn. Only like lesbian porn? Good for you! There's plenty of that and a lot more coming!
We don't all have to share the same interests to be a web community that enjoys sharing and taking in what other people around the world share with us.
Yes, freedom of expression is that simple.
For years, I’ve tucked away the thirst to create in the deepest corners of my heart. I squeezed it into the corner until it grew cobwebs and dust; until it became lost under the mess of my unstructured days; until it became nothing but wishing thinking of who could I be.
Coming into a new city made me feel small. Honestly, I still feel small and an untalented mess as days fly by.
Why can’t I be as outgoing and creative as the others?
Why can’t I be as smart?
Then, I realized, it’s not that I can’t. It’s that I don’t allow myself to.
I love plans. I love creating plans. I love planning what to do. I love listing my plans. Until I woke up one day that plan is all I’ve ever done.
It’s about time I start doing. It’s about time I come back to my first loves. It’s about time I clear the cobwebs and dust covering my thirst to create. It’s time I allow myself to try even if I’m unsure of what to do. It’s about time I grow and leap.
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50 X 65 cm. Pastels, conté and graphite pencil on cardboard. Unique and hand made art work by LEONISCAREFUL, signed and dated on the back in Amsterdam.
I walk the streets of Amsterdam and appear to be the centre of it all. The tourists appear to be following me and we ate linkef in sound and thought. It feels as if everybody knows me. On a recent trip to Primark I was walking Nieuwendijk and every passenger was minding their own business as well as mine. It could be their clothrs that are speaking, it could be resonance. But sometimes I long to be alone on fays like this.
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ABN AMRO bank. Swift ABNANL2A.. Include your details and the name of the work. Alternarively send an email, found in the CONTACT section.
Leon Mussche, Fagelstraat 55 HS Amsterdam, +31 6 17258873
Tapes and Photos...
I like tapes. You put it in - you hear the usual clicking noise, which sounds so nice - and it doesn't take long until you see a lot of pictures and videos. You see an old film from a completely normal day in the kitchen, living room or small garden behind the little house, old, a little blurry and the colors are also a little different - but nevertheless these video clips, which may be meaningless for someone else, are worth more than a thousand bills and coins to you. They are your past, your childhood - even what happened before your childhood or your birth. For example - old photo books. You look at the yellowed old black and white pictures - maybe there are even a few colorful photos, but then very reddish. The paper is already yellowed, slightly torn and the dark black ink smells of wonderful old memories. You take every single photo in your hand with a smile and wonder what it was like back then because you have almost forgotten it yourself. You take every single one in your hand - no matter if it is a large picture or a small picture - and run your thumb over it to feel the old, thick paper. In the warm light of the bedside lamp on the old armchair, you can go through all the thick photo albums that tell you even about your grandmother's childhood. You turn the pages carefully and with an inner comforting feeling. Almost all photos fall out of their glued holders, so you have to put them back in - and after the 43 picture you put back, you just leave them there as they are. Memories and feelings arise in you and you always start to immerse into this little world of your own. Tapes and photos are magical ... don’t they?
I like this melodie...
it makes you think and dream ..and I like to do that
Let me introduce a pair of rather less admirable siblings in the relativist family. The first of these is the familiar "freshman relativist," who urges that all opinions and actions are equally good and should be equally tolerated. He has two mantras: "Who's to say?" and "That's just your opinion." The other sibling is less amiable. Instead of a grin, he wears a sneer. He takes himself to have seen through or debunked the claims of others. So when we use words like truth, reason, objectivity, justice, fairness, or progress, we may think we are putting on robes of state, dignities that with luck we have earned and come to deserve, by doing our thinking properly. But to this sibling we are doing nothing but putting on tawdry theatrical props, disguises, and masks - and what is disguised is a Pandora's box of ugly things like persuasion, rhetoric, self-deception, and ultimately power and force. So where the previous sibling was tolerant and vacant, this sibling is destructive and bitter. Standing on the shoulders of modern thinkers, he tries to crush them under the weight of contempt. But this sibling is equally obnoxious. He is oblivious to his own intellectual limitations and laziness. He could not describe a transistor, let alone make one, but he will use computers and faxes and mobile phones full of them to spread the message that "transistor" is just a construct of Western bourgeois culture. Where the freshman relativist was promiscuously vacant, this relativist is promiscuously suspicious. - We still have to make judgments and act in the light of them. We just have to make sure that we do so as well as we can. Once we have to make up our minds about something, the issue is the issue. The other siblings duck issues, either retreating to an ironic, playful, aesthetic detachment from the business of life, or substituting allegiance to a realpolitik of naked force. ...They shy away from convictions and causes altogether. They suppose they have seen through the whole business of taking issues at face value. They say that we should not and cannot judge whether Tolstoy is a more interesting writer than Stephen King, or whether there was ever a Holocaust, or whether a religion that enjoins slaughtering the infidel is worse than one which does not. Expressions of opinion on such matters would be bad form: politically incorrect, disguises for colonialism, liberal hegemony, dominations of gender, and so on. It is this paralysis of judgment that the commentators lament. You cannot drive down the freeway with a mind vacant of opinion on where the traffic is and how fast it is going.
Simon Blackburn Relativism's Ugly Siblings
“I just think life is meaningless altogether, most of the time. Yes, there is beauty in the moment, but beyond that? People come and go and you can never count on anyone, and life is just life; a mystery, and ultimately meaningless. The meaning is in the creation, and the creation is a human construct; and people just make up stuff in order to get through life.”
— René Vernor, Anything Is Possible
“Oh, darling….You will be good to me, won’t you?…You will, won’t you?…Because we’re going to have a strange life.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Hey the slide at the water park is broken so can I slide into ur dms?
U can't even understand what I'm saying how u gonna write the finals - Teacher
Maximum overdrive.
Remember the good old days when u followed the moon instead of people on Instagram ????
You ever think that viral in case of internet is better but in case of real world it is the worst?
Who saw a pineapple and thought that it was an apple with pines?
So if guys have a wand aren't we all Harry potter????
When I'm done shitposting half of the humanity would still be asleep
Source:- Father of thanos
The way she looked at me my optical sensors automatically registered 01001100 01101111 01110110 01100101 and then we knew we were in love.We then adjusted our local coordinates and we intersected at the coffee bean twisting and squooshing machine. As soon as we met my battery pack registered and huge spike and my robotic vibrational module malfunctioned.I barely had the neurons to vibrate my speakers but I got over it. We produced multiple vibrations of air for a very long time .It seems that we were both programmed in the same language and were only miles apart when our owners were assembling us.
After this she started squishing her wobbly skin pad on her mouth and started touchscreening my left arm. She was definitely into my programs and had already started to wipe out my primary functions.
After that she was putting some liquids in her speakers and making turtle sex noises. My neurons calculated she maybe out of battery and therefore recharging herself with the jiggly water.
After a while we started to rhyme with the jiggly speaker sound. My interconnected joints started making robot sex noises and I was embarrassed. She however thought It was the man wobbling the compact disc. She however fell down and I started to see hydrogen peroxide rolling down her face skin pads. I forwarded my arm and said '01000111 01100101 01110100 00100000 01110101 01110000 00100000 01100110 01100101 01101101 01100001 01101100 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101111 01100111 00100000 ' and then i knew our neurons were matched and we were in chemical castrated attraction of human kind