Beyond all of the silly stunts, and barfing, and shitting, at the core of jackass, there is true aesthetic genius. Those boys become living sculptures- their beauty as wild, and uninhibited as the sea- whether they’re simultaneously being stung by hundreds of bees, or literally wearing fire, this kind of brilliance can only come from reckless abandon. Let jackass be a lesson to us all.
You are the boss.
My brother and I used to physically beat each other, claiming territory over sections of our home when left unsupervised.
I just like speeding on the highway with no body around, no thing around, except for street lamps, hung like rows of mechanical scarecrows.
“Sayonara!” With a hiss of the tongue, a projection of the throat, and a short nasal-like cheer at the end.
Why are you avoiding your homework so much? Aren’t you curious about nature? Or culture? At all?
“Aristotle,” I would say. “Aristotle,” and I would gently grab onto his arm and lead him out the backdoor exit, pursing my lips through an index finger.
When I think of a chicken I think about the weirdness of the neck movements, and the croaking sounds that they make in a yard with each other. They are reptiles with feather coats and awful beaks. They are soul-less. I both love and hate chickens.
Without a doubt nakedness is the best way to ensure a memorable New Year’s Eve. It takes a pretty confident person too complete the look.
As December dwindles into the abyss of 2014, it’s hard not to reflect on the many challenges and glories we’ve had to face, as a species, as small democratic networks, and as individuals.