Like Danica being on pole? I feel bad for all a them spectators. We’re fixin to have us another Talladega all over again like when Edwards flipped into the damn fence and liked ta killed some bitch when the wheel flew off the damn car.
As an artist, I am constantly struggling to find ways to challenge the limits of my chosen medium, which is sperm, and push my audience toward a higher level of both cognition and meta cognition–to see, in other words, the art beyond the art, the way the art steps beyond being an object of “art,” so to speak, and invokes a definition that calls into question the very fabric of life and existence and our species’ interaction with the physical and emotional world. For example, my last piece, “Jerking Off On The Orange Line,” was intended to push the boundaries of physical expression and inspire self-reflection among the three Catholic high school girls at the end of the car, whose expectation of a Metro ride without the opportunity to witness another human masturbating was challenged–I think, for the better. Its follow-up piece, “Running Pantless Through the Station,” was a breathless exploration of the nexus where the tyranny of law enforcement intersects with the vibrant pulse of individuality and liberal expression. “My Cock In Her Sleeping Mouth,” perhaps one of my most controversial pieces, explored the biological, social, physical, and emotional consequences of one-sided fellatio, and often misunderstood expression of deep, abiding affection. Its follow-up, “Ejaculate on Her Forehead,” takes this a step further, calling into question the ideas of what it means to “own” ones own skin. Symbolically, in turning her white with my love, I am exploring complex issues of race and challenging my audience to question their own biases, prejudgments, and narrow world views.
While listening to the film’s soundtrack today, I realized that I still didn’t fully understand some of the lyrics in the song “Worthless”. In particular, these verses:
Once drove a Texan to a wedding.
He kept forgetting
His loneliness, letting
His thoughts turn to home and returned.
and:
I worked on a reservation.
Who would believe
They would love me and leave
On a bus back to old Santa Fe?
Once in an Indian nation
I took the kids
on the skids where the Hopi
Was happy to lie there and say:
“You’re worthless.”
Most of the cars seem to be singing reminiscences of bleak events and discoveries they’ve made as sort of a catharsis before their deaths. From the context, I feel the two cars who sang the above lyrics were doing the same, but in a more cryptic manner than most.
I spent around half an hour or so getting really frustrated that I couldn’t make any sense from the wedding verse. I recited it to my father once he got home and gave him the context, and after thinking for a bit, he said he interpreted it as that, as a marriage is generally a social event in which everyone is very close together, the man observed how miserable/annoying people are after being together for a while (or he just became miserable/annoyed) and just wanted to go back home. That seems to fit given the nihilistic theme of the song.
The reservation one I’m still trying to figure out. The singing car seems to be recalling taking children either from or to a poverty-stricken Native American “ghetto” where a Hopi said “You’re worthless”, followed by the children going back home without him. I don’t really get much from that and never put too much thought into it after first reading the lyrics online to figure out what he was actually saying. I’m guessing there’s more significance to this since he recalls this knowing it’s the last thing he’ll ever be able to say before dying, and everyone else’s verses are significant revelations or events. So, um, help me with this one, and the previous one as well if you think my father’s interpretation is wrong.
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No sir. Been on this website since year one. I know who I’m talking too and you’re about as impressive as two monkeys humping a football. Move it along, doofus.
First?
13 years ago at 4:58 pmGet me some hot coffee, boy.
13 years ago at 5:30 pmI’m assuming black? Sir
13 years ago at 5:59 pmo͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡╮(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)╭o͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡
13 years ago at 5:03 pm^ this
13 years ago at 3:09 pmV this
13 years ago at 3:09 pm^^^ this, and ^ that, but not ^^ this
13 years ago at 3:10 pm^ all of these
13 years ago at 3:10 pmSome of these >
13 years ago at 3:11 pmV none of these
13 years ago at 3:11 pm*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)’･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
13 years ago at 3:13 pmCan’t forget the birthmark. Always on the inside of her leg
13 years ago at 5:09 pmOverplaying your hand and still taking home a slam. TFM.
13 years ago at 5:36 pmLike Danica being on pole? I feel bad for all a them spectators. We’re fixin to have us another Talladega all over again like when Edwards flipped into the damn fence and liked ta killed some bitch when the wheel flew off the damn car.
13 years ago at 7:26 pm“Don’t worry, it’s no big deal. That’s what Plan B is for.”
13 years ago at 7:38 pmAs an artist, I am constantly struggling to find ways to challenge the limits of my chosen medium, which is sperm, and push my audience toward a higher level of both cognition and meta cognition–to see, in other words, the art beyond the art, the way the art steps beyond being an object of “art,” so to speak, and invokes a definition that calls into question the very fabric of life and existence and our species’ interaction with the physical and emotional world. For example, my last piece, “Jerking Off On The Orange Line,” was intended to push the boundaries of physical expression and inspire self-reflection among the three Catholic high school girls at the end of the car, whose expectation of a Metro ride without the opportunity to witness another human masturbating was challenged–I think, for the better. Its follow-up piece, “Running Pantless Through the Station,” was a breathless exploration of the nexus where the tyranny of law enforcement intersects with the vibrant pulse of individuality and liberal expression. “My Cock In Her Sleeping Mouth,” perhaps one of my most controversial pieces, explored the biological, social, physical, and emotional consequences of one-sided fellatio, and often misunderstood expression of deep, abiding affection. Its follow-up, “Ejaculate on Her Forehead,” takes this a step further, calling into question the ideas of what it means to “own” ones own skin. Symbolically, in turning her white with my love, I am exploring complex issues of race and challenging my audience to question their own biases, prejudgments, and narrow world views.
13 years ago at 9:04 pmI can’t help but to like this guy
13 years ago at 9:37 pmThis guy’s alright in my book.
13 years ago at 9:55 pmFrat misogynist gets me through the day sometimes
13 years ago at 11:13 pm^Deepest commentator Ive run across on this shitacular website.
13 years ago at 11:18 pmThis is almost exactly like one of those New York-esque hipster f.aggot artists. Thank you.
13 years ago at 11:21 pmwasted me 5 minutes for reading it.
13 years ago at 8:24 amThat took you 5 minutes to read? You t-t-to stupid to read, junior?
13 years ago at 8:27 am^Haha. Got’em.
13 years ago at 9:27 am^^ You’re obviously “too” stupid to spell.
13 years ago at 11:33 am^I’d say the north lost on that one haha
13 years ago at 12:18 pmhttp://www.last.fm/user/Shatartar/journal
Nice copy and paste job, chief.
13 years ago at 1:09 pmYea, did this and then our charter was revoked. TFTC?
13 years ago at 10:36 pmHey man, if it hasn’t happened to your chapter at least once you’re doing it wrong.
13 years ago at 10:45 pmtl;dr
13 years ago at 11:03 pmWhile listening to the film’s soundtrack today, I realized that I still didn’t fully understand some of the lyrics in the song “Worthless”. In particular, these verses:
Once drove a Texan to a wedding.
He kept forgetting
His loneliness, letting
His thoughts turn to home and returned.
and:
I worked on a reservation.
Who would believe
They would love me and leave
On a bus back to old Santa Fe?
Once in an Indian nation
I took the kids
on the skids where the Hopi
Was happy to lie there and say:
“You’re worthless.”
Most of the cars seem to be singing reminiscences of bleak events and discoveries they’ve made as sort of a catharsis before their deaths. From the context, I feel the two cars who sang the above lyrics were doing the same, but in a more cryptic manner than most.
I spent around half an hour or so getting really frustrated that I couldn’t make any sense from the wedding verse. I recited it to my father once he got home and gave him the context, and after thinking for a bit, he said he interpreted it as that, as a marriage is generally a social event in which everyone is very close together, the man observed how miserable/annoying people are after being together for a while (or he just became miserable/annoyed) and just wanted to go back home. That seems to fit given the nihilistic theme of the song.
The reservation one I’m still trying to figure out. The singing car seems to be recalling taking children either from or to a poverty-stricken Native American “ghetto” where a Hopi said “You’re worthless”, followed by the children going back home without him. I don’t really get much from that and never put too much thought into it after first reading the lyrics online to figure out what he was actually saying. I’m guessing there’s more significance to this since he recalls this knowing it’s the last thing he’ll ever be able to say before dying, and everyone else’s verses are significant revelations or events. So, um, help me with this one, and the previous one as well if you think my father’s interpretation is wrong.
13 years ago at 8:36 am_________________
^Sit the next few plays out, champ.
13 years ago at 9:29 am^ SHUT YOUR VAGINA MOUTH. IT IS ALSO RECOMMENDED THAT YOU FORGET YOUR PASSWORD AND NEVER RETURN TO THIS SITE TO COMMENT IN THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE.
13 years ago at 3:25 pm^Doing what is “recommended.” NF just like you
13 years ago at 6:39 pmI’m guessing you’re new here. Do you even realize who you’re talking to? Word of advice, DON’T FUCK WITH teamRAPE
13 years ago at 8:05 pmNo sir. Been on this website since year one. I know who I’m talking too and you’re about as impressive as two monkeys humping a football. Move it along, doofus.
13 years ago at 10:17 pm