perhaps you are wondering how me and my neolithic lover, wertuff the pungent, are able to communicate. the answer as of now, is through an uncanny mix of obscene gesture and etching crude drawings into primordial mud. while we are able to communicate our base desires, i am finding it quite difficult to describe such complex concepts as surfing and cyberspace.
there is hope on the horizon however, because i have come to acquire a very curious dictionary of comic book onomatopoeia. thus, i can now scream fzzakkl into wertuff the pungent’s face and my lover will know instantly that i am referring to the sound that cyberspace makes. i can moan flummp and wertuff will realise that i am telling a story about a shark and the sound that it makes when it jumps out of the water and onto my surfboard.
while wertuff the pungent and i acquaint ourselves with the rich onomatopoetic vocabulary of comic books, you can take a sneak peak at some highlights from the f-section:
FAGROOLANA · the sound in a morgue of a body cabinet drawer opening
FEEOOOT · the musical sound of a dowsing stick when it finds water
FERRIP · the sound of a deck of cards being riffled
FFFRRRAAPFT · the sound made by an inflated body rapidly deflating as it flies through the air like a balloon
FLOOF FLOOFITY FLIF FLIF FLOF DAFLAF · the sounds of an entire smoke signal communication (translation unknown)
FLUMMP · the sound of a shark jumping out of the water and onto a surfboard
FWEEEEE · the sound of Spiderman swinging from his web cord
FWOOM · the sound of a non-physical entity taking instantaneous physical form
FZZAKKL · the sound made when entering cyberspace
says the editor of this dictionary, “comic book words beginning with f are most often related to swift, sudden motion.” which makes them a perfect area of study for me and my neolithic lover.
Longing. With @tremblingadored
f2.8 @ 1/80 sec. ISO 1600. Canon 5D Mark II with Lensbaby.
I like this one for a few reasons. I like it because it’s very different from what I normally do. I like it because it reflects some of my influences (Renoir and David Hamilton) even when my own work typically doesn’t show it. I like it because it reflects a side of Jack that seems demure. I like it because I get to know something in this image that you don’t: that despite the proper appearance, the dress is in fact quite see through.
Anyways, Jack has posted a few from this set on her blog. When I get around to it, I’ll reblog them — although I suspect most of you follow both of us.
“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”
If your afraid or anxious - don’t worry. I just got back from a 3 day retreat where I became the immortal eye of God… and trust me when I say “Shit is gonna be alright!”
The cosmic emperor has been clipping coupons and socking it away for like 12,000 years. Can you imagine the compounding interest! This dude bought stock in the big bang when it was just a primeval atom. We are all gonna be sooo rich.
But really - I did take all of the shit (spirituality) VERY seriously. I looked into it all very deeply and it roared inside of me and ate my heart. All I can really say is that you are consciousness experiencing itself in the myriad of ways and plays of waves. You don’t die. You were never born. Your true nature is freedom. But even better. Think freedom with a fabulous set of tits.
Honor this moment, not because its some chill, present shit to say but honor this moment because once you see into its essence - I mean really see into it all. And then once you see into the nature of this ever present moment you’ll be able to sell and once you able to sell? Well then the world is your fucking oyster!
Ya see, God and the Devil are just great salesmen. Ghandi? That dude fucking sold! Ghandi made living like a dirt poor beggar look awesome. He sold that shit like he could never not own it. He sold it like he was giving you a free gift of eternal peace and happiness. He sold people peace and they slaughtered him just like Jesus. Now that Ladies and Gentlemen is selling.
“Love one another!” and then get slaughtered. I can’t think of a harder sell. But Christ did it. And he did it effortlessly. Millions sold!
So how about you my friends? Can you sell?
Birthday gift from my girl because sometimes, even The Batman needs to serve cheese.
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