the worst is when you’re reading a really good book that follows multiple characters’ stories and you love it 90% of the time until it periodically switches back to that one character’s story that you just could not care less about and it’s like an entire chapter of internal groaning while waiting for the plot to switch back to a character you actually care about
蔡国强：白日焰火 （Cai Guoqiang- Black Coal, Thin Ice)
THIS IS IMPORTANT.
wow.. the fucking story line. speechless.
It’s such an important time for this film to come out.
in time, you’ll be fine.
just some sketches
sext: we are trees and our branches touch in the wind. we wish we could move closer
sext: i am a bird flying over antarctica, you are a bird flying over greenland. don’t worry, we can fly
sext: we are icebergs crashing into each other over several millennia
sext: you are the apocalypse and i am willing you to happen
sext: your face is like pizza in that i like both your face and pizza
sext: fast forward to whenever it is that i am kissing your face
sext: i am kissing you for a hundred years, our tongues turn into stone and then crumble
sext: i send you a sext that causes your body to arch and contort with near-unbearable longing then send another that says ‘jk ur gross :/’
sext: you are a beautiful mansion in the hollywood hills, i am an academy award winning actor, i walk into you for the first time and am speechless
sext: i am in a loud dirty house and i am overwhelmed, you are also in this house, we escape to the same empty room and have clean quiet sex out of spite
sext: we put our sadness in the same petri dish, it grows a crystal, we bury the crystal, ten years later the crystal explodes. we simultaneously orgasm and have no idea why
sext: i am an eighty year old man, you are an eighty year old man
sext: i want to be the guacamole inside the burrito of you that you don’t regret paying extra for
sext: i am a blade of grass w an anxiety disorder, you are an insect that naturally secretes xanax, you climb on me, i am a happy blade of grass
sext: it is the very beginning of today, it is the beginning of time, we are dinosaurs and we have 23 cosmic hours
sext: i am a camel, i walk 120 miles to where you are, it’s easy, i’m not even tired or anything
sext: we are camels, unlike humans we are only capable of incredulously awkward sex, i find a genie, i wish us both into humans, then for public sex to be legalized for just us, we do sex everywhere, all over the place
sext: time proved nonlinear, we are camels and not camels in the galaxy, poets invent rocketships and space goggles
sext: i wanna smoke cigarettes on the fire escape of your very outer left eyelash
sext: i am somersaulting down the ridge of your navel
sext: i am skipping down the back of your knee in high heels
sext: we project our consciousnesses into garbage cans and fight each other, there is garbage everywhere, it’s kinda hot, the neighbors hate it
sext: i am a leaf, panicking as it falls from a tree, slowly, without control, toward you thinking, ‘oh god oh god oh god’
sext: we stop time, steal a hundred cartons of cigarettes, have sex in those big comfy chairs in the air-conditioned congressional chamber and other lush public places
sext: we are butterflies and any tiny intimate act is ticklish and tingly. we are unsure how to feel about it
sext: we’re creating milky ways