Saturday, March 9, 2013
The Mutational Internets
From lo-res dancing baby to Harlem Shakes (no embedded links to spare you the passe-ness), the internets has come a long way, baby.
Your humb narrs has played a small, teensy tiny role in the chaos as the world shifted from text-based processing (blogs) to image-based imaginariums(instacrap et al).
Whereto next, o captain my captain?
How willst the digital umbilicus that pastiches the collective unconscious as unregulated simulcrum traverse the sands of cultural shift next?
I do not know.
So here’s a horse guy.
I have a strange feeling we have finally met DB1. Son.
Enough horsing around. Where iss das Pear?
Whoa.
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How did DarkSock get my vacation photos?
I jizzed in a horse once?
Ever seen a horse cocck? Ain’t pretty and they are huge and slimy. I’ve seen ’em breeding them on a farm.
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Usually the ranchers have to stick that big ole horse cocck in the mare for them because they’re so wound up with the fever they’ll just let jizz fly everywhere. Kinda like anytime I fuck. Jizz everywhere, I says
This photograph speaks to me.
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Giddy-Yups.
‘Sock, you is one twisted muddafucca…..
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SLAPHORSE
That there is some horsing around, ‘Sock.
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Thoroughbreds