Baller of the Week

Read: Oh Christ I just wanted you to fuck me and then I became greedy, I wanted you to love me

...Ladies and....er, Ladies, Tracy Emin.

I just found out about this brilliant artist and am wondering where she has been all my life.

Love in the time of SWINE!

This sweet photograph reminds me that love will conquer the piggy flu!:


Even if we have to wear protective suits and those masks (made popular in the days of SARS), we can still make-out with our partners and have a nice time before the fear-mongering kills or exhausts us all.
Enjoy your life...until you die a slow and excruciating death by the swine flu disease thing of 2k9.

Face-value

Branded like a cow.

Thanks, everyone, for putting those expensive Psychology Degrees to degrading, belittling, corporate use.
(Chewing gum makes a person very attractive and witty)

From "The Bell Jar"

do suicidal artists know something we don't?






"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
Sylvia Plath