I love when my friend starts a conversation with "Hey, remember dragons fucking cars? Well, there's raptor erotica now."

Well, the conversation actually started before that but whatever...

I don't know what to say about these...







There's also some orca rape stuff...



And a lot more here including some .avis.

I remember the other day I was heading to the community pool. It was a warm summer day, the first real day of summer, sweaty, hot, the air hung with the defeat of so many popsicle sticks.

Not having the key to the pool (my parents never received one and why go through the trouble?) I jumped the fence.

There were two boys, young. I ignored them but at the same time acknowledged their existence.

They were friendly, polite, moving to the side, giving me room to swim some laps.

But they were friendly to each other in an entirely different way. Their heads hung close together, their lips even closer, the splash of water increasing the strange flames that sparkled in their eyes and laughter and secret smiles.

I finished my laps. As I was jumping over the fence, returning to suburbia, plaster, the same five shades of paint on every house, I looked back and saw the two boys, entangled, playful yet purposeful, passionate.

Later, I found myself bathing in a tub of ice, numbing my entire body, feeling the need to not feel. A bag of Cheetos, already half-eaten, perched on the soap stand.

And I wondered why I always experienced such strange sexual exchanges.

But I am very tired very often.

Love and Peace

Woot, happy birthday, Anna (canceromega)!!!




These lads also wish you a happy birthday.



Fake tans, unbuttoned shirts, and all.

- I remember there were two key events that transpired that informed me that I was fully and completely a part of Threadless:

1. People started referring to me by my real name (or a derivation of it)
2. Kayce instant messaged me out of nowhere and told me not to dress as the lead singer of VHS or Beta.

And that's when I knew. I was accepted. For the most part. I mean, how far does acceptance ever really go?

- It's finally the end of the year for me. The summer is here.

I remember I was on the campus bus a few weeks ago. I sat next to a girl, average, a bit on the big-boned side, but she seemed nice, a generally good person.

As we were heading off to our destination, a distinct scent hit my nostrils. Wondering where the musk came from, I searched and sniffed, until I finally realized where the smell was coming from. The girl next to me smelled of Cheez-Its or Goldfish crackers.

Unable to hide my erection, I revealed the Beast to her, and we proceeded to make love. Folds and folds of skin and flesh met, greeted, and embraced.

We came to my stop, and she had lost several calories (I am a demon of a workout).

Me? I had the taste of Cheetos on my lips.

There isn't a lesson to be learned from that exchange, no moral to the story, no reason for any of it, and who knows if any of it is true.

I'm just really tired.

Love and Peace

For my addiction to this video.

Whomever you might be, Mystery STPer, thanks so much!

If you're ever around town, I will make you English muffin pizzas.



And/or bake you cookies.

It was hot, one of those sockless, pantsless days. I indulged in the first, and pants always have a way of finding themselves on the floor sooner or later.

Days have consisted almost entirely of reading, eating, sleeping, with a bit of variation every now and then.

Things have been up and down and all-around but it's those kinds of instabilities that assure me that I'm still a little human. Besides, things have been hovering around "good" for the most part.

I should probably start on my paper some time soon.

But then I always have something to do with paper. Origami, for example.

Anyway, I didn't really have anything important to say. I'm just a little bored. If you haven't yet, you should go vote on the Threadmodel thingamajig.

Hope you're all doing well, socks or no socks.

Song(s) on repeat:
Troubled Hubble - I'm Pretty Sure I Can See Molecules

Troubled Hubble - Ear, Nose, and Throat

And pretty much all of "Making Beds in a Burning House". I guess it's summer nostalgia.

And remember, when you're nothing, you're still something.

You're molecules.

Love and Peace

Yeah, it's not our birthday yet in either of time zones but I hope yours is awesomely amazing!

HAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYY BIIIIIIIIRRRRRTTTTTHHHDAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Going to a research university means that every so often, I will receive emails asking me to participate in surveys of varying importance and interest. I fill them out because they usually promise raffles for miscellaneous gift certificates, none of which I have actually received.

Anyway, the most recent one I was trying to get through tonight begged the most interesting of Life's questions:



That was a "males only" question.

Anyway, hope you all are doing well tonight. Come into chats if you are particularly bored, or come in even if you're not.