Because I'm All About You, And You Know That.

my semantics tells me that this is a flower bouquet for a wedding.
or not, since the bouquet is considerably quite large.

anyway, red and white has always been my preferred color theme for a wedding (hence the association). red and white, purity and passion juxtaposed — there you go with a horny couple with innocent eyes, down the altar like saints, tying the knot, because they want to finally hit it off LEGALLY.

oh, come on come on.

it’s legal to have sex when you’re eighteen and above, but it’s illegal not to be guilty. according to the absolute truth, sex is meant to be practiced only in the holy bounds of matrimony. so unless you’ve blabbered a sublime, sentimental, romantic oath (which, like all other promises and sentences in the future tense, doesn’t have a truth value), you’re not supposed to spread your legs and fuck. fuck. fuck. like a real animal is privileged to do. remember that it’s all the difference in the world when you’ve signed that paper, baby.

but marriage has plenty of uses, don’t get it wrong. mostly they’re in the political sense, nodding to the “better structure of the society”. it’s an inexhaustible list, actually. but deducing marriage to the human context, marriage is *really* just buddy system up one level, to “buddies forever xoxoxo” zone, wherein they will have to share the same toilet and the same blanket and the same tambayan, be the official partners lab partners for Procreation101, and be the dick to her cunt or the pussy to his cock.

primitive, barbaric, but that’s the obvious essence of it.

as a matter of fact, marriage ought to be a cool thing. i mean, wow, from two strangers to soul mates? coool! but unfortunately, we owe the fucktards the reason why marriage is nowadays a failing institution. most people get married for the most stupid of reasons: EMOTION. remember that Love is a verb, bitches. in the sentence “i love you”, I is the doer of the verb love and the direct object is you. people are just objects of love. come on. when was love ever a feeling? maybe EUPHORIC is the word we mean to use. “I am feeling AFFECTIONATE today.” and you can’t marry someone just because they make you feel something. well, you can, but it’s stupid. don’t you even take account the destiny soul-mate thing. this is the real scene — since love is a verb, and emotions are always caused, there should always a recipient, a stimuli — animate or inanimate. that’s when You enters the scene. You is the recipient of loving, and object of I’s desire. You is the stimuli to I’s happiness. yes, it’s plain pychology, but if this is not the case, or you refuse the truth i am force feeding you, then a person should be in love with NO ONE if love is intransitive (if it should not require a recipient!). You cannot obliterate my direct-object concept, or things will get topsy turvy. that’s also why you can love many people, but you can never love two people or several things with the exact kind of love.

CLEAR?

therefore, we can say that a marriage tied by emotion is like sticks bound by an invisible rope. emotions fluctuate and so does the mood to keep up with the act of loving. if we’ll rely on that, we’ll only see tasteless years ahead. so, what marriage ought to be is an agreement, an agreement by integrity and dignity. follow the set of rules with your mind AND with your heart. we’re going to build a house together and we will labor to make it a house of honor and integrity and bliss. i will only fuck you and you fuck me and no one else. i will stay with you for better or for worse and i will not divorce you…

then, BAM! 50% divorce rate in America. broken homes. money fights. shattered glasses. flying saucers. battered wives. emotionally damaged children. cold parenting. polygamy. jealousy. distrust … death.

i know that we can never make sure, but please, if you plan to marry just because you want guiltless sex and spread thy surname, be an atheist and adopt dogs instead. and name them.

to see if you get what i mean, look at the flowers above — they should never look the same.

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This picture reminds me of “White Apples” by Donald Hall. We discussed that poem yesterday for my 100 class, tone and sound in verses. Using a gray orange as a resource material, here is my “version” of White Apples:

Gray Orange

when my lover had been gone a month
I woke
with the squirt of his orgasm in my throat
I stood up in silence

and held my black dildo
and stared at the box of unused condoms

gray oranges and blue orgasms

if he called again
i would put my slaughtering knife on the bedside table

:DDDDDDD

luisfersolano:

…and I’m yours forever.

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SUPER!! HAHA! the one who did this is truly amazing

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wabbit: “anong shit kaya ang napupulot ng mga human beings sa mga walang kwentang photoshoot gaya nito?”

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friendlyatheist:

unfriendlyatheist:

See look! We make fun of stereotypes against women that are used in blaming them for being raped or sexually harassed.

Obviously, we’re better than Christians. I mean, those are just a bunch of bitches whining about their period. Or something.

Like the atheists in heaven spin. The sluts thing not so much.

-FA

sooo maiiyak na sa inspiration. ewan.

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kainggit yung dog. ang fun fun nung ginagawa niya. gusto ko rin =’(

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i love you, amy. rest in peace.
i’m now having thoughts of dying at 27.

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ME, 70% OF THE TIME I DO NOT SMILE, WHICH IS 95% OF THE TIME. YOU DO THE STATISTICS.

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