March 2011
33 posts
“There is a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in.”
– Leonard Cohen, Anthem
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AstroLatzer :: 28 Feb - 6 March
Aries I masturbate every night to the same porn sites because it has become a habit. I choose from the same strangers to fuck from the same hook-up sites. It gets so boring and pleasure is nil. I’ll admit it, I am a slave to routine. My default setting is Repeat, and it does my head in. Life is meant to be experienced on different planes of stimulation and pleasure. This week you’ll be able to...
February 2011
26 posts
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::::: Royksopp in North America ::::: March 20 and... →
Maybe its the way their mellow sounds can seem like ethereal caresses from the other side, or the way their dance tracks keep you locked on a groove you had never felt before, or maybe it’s the brilliant collaborations with Fever Ray, Lykke Li and Robyn, but these dudes are magic makers. Be in the congregation, this will be a show of salvation. The prophets command it.
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The Foley Gallery in Chelsea presents Henry... →
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AstroLatzer :: 14 Feb - 20 Feb (Valentine's Week...
Aries I wanna fuck Buck Angle. Check it out. Hot, huh? Well, I think so. Anal sex gets so awkward. I mean, you are fucking someone in the ass, the natural habitat of shit, and shit on your dick isn’t nice. Butt sex is never as clean as it is in porn. There’s always a Doberman in the junkyard. So here’s Buck, a hot dude with a ready to slip and slide pussy. The trans community really has me...
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Recipe for Disaster :: The Shrek
The Shrek, a Valentine’s Dinner for 1 Special Last Valentine’s day you got a text from a guy you were fucking saying he had crabs and you should probably get to the pharmacy asap for some special shampoo. A fucking text. Classy. This year couldn’t get any less romantic because that would be impossible. Yet you are still alone. Another sea of 365 days has passed with not even the smallest dinghy...
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Recipe for Disaster :: The Whiskey Fritter Brunch
Whiskey Fritter Brunch Childhood memories can be bitter. Sometimes it’s been cold for months, the ground is frozen, the trees are gnarled and a hot day seems as far away as the top shelf when your legs have been hacked off at the knee. Childhood memories can be sweet. Sometimes summer feels forever endless, and it’s all loud laughter, snapshots of joy and an affair with contentment. Today is...
