“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to, I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral, to swing on the spiral, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in. I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me. Whatever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
In Tawdry Trailer Whores 7 we find that the series recurring character has now found herself in a cheap apartment decorated with noir movie posters and an aesthetically placed brass pole in the center of the living room. As the funky MIDI synthesized bass line rises, we find our heroine without pants and toiling over a curiously small load of laundry and lamenting that she has nothing to wear, clearly meant to symbolize her poverty and she longingly eyes a mop handle and the phallic joys it represents, clearly a nod to long time fans that remember the mopping scene from Tawdry Trailer Whores 5. Like clockwork, the tool-belt wearing landlord appears, exerting his right to enter his property at any time, the implication being that our heroine has now become the landlord's property as well due to her inability to pay the rent on time. But, the inescapable reality is that no matter where she moves, this man will be her landlord, as he was throughout the series with the notable exception of Tawdry Trailer Whores 6 where he is merely recalled in flashback in the opening credits. Fortunately for our heroine, her new boyfriend seems as open-minded as her previous boyfriends in the series, as he quickly assuages his anger at discovering his girlfriend's inventive use of her genitalia to pay the rent while he's out looking for a job. He joins the landlord in sexually servicing the young woman, but unlike the other Tawdry Trailer Whores movies, the entire ensemble of her boyfriends from the past movies arrive, and it becomes an eight man, one woman orgy, the men that could not find an orifice to penetrate patiently masturbating as their await their turns with their ex-girlfriend. Artfully shot with filtered lighting and anatomy textbook close ups of skin rashes and pimpled buttocks, the woman's desperation and financial destitution is undeniable. 3 of 5 stars.
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Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to, I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral, to swing on the spiral,
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.
Whatever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going... - Tool, "Lateralus"
I can summarize the pornographic arts in two words. "Che vuoi?"
In Tawdry Trailer Whores 7 we find that the series recurring character has now found herself in a cheap apartment decorated with noir movie posters and an aesthetically placed brass pole in the center of the living room. As the funky MIDI synthesized bass line rises, we find our heroine without pants and toiling over a curiously small load of laundry and lamenting that she has nothing to wear, clearly meant to symbolize her poverty and she longingly eyes a mop handle and the phallic joys it represents, clearly a nod to long time fans that remember the mopping scene from Tawdry Trailer Whores 5. Like clockwork, the tool-belt wearing landlord appears, exerting his right to enter his property at any time, the implication being that our heroine has now become the landlord's property as well due to her inability to pay the rent on time. But, the inescapable reality is that no matter where she moves, this man will be her landlord, as he was throughout the series with the notable exception of Tawdry Trailer Whores 6 where he is merely recalled in flashback in the opening credits. Fortunately for our heroine, her new boyfriend seems as open-minded as her previous boyfriends in the series, as he quickly assuages his anger at discovering his girlfriend's inventive use of her genitalia to pay the rent while he's out looking for a job. He joins the landlord in sexually servicing the young woman, but unlike the other Tawdry Trailer Whores movies, the entire ensemble of her boyfriends from the past movies arrive, and it becomes an eight man, one woman orgy, the men that could not find an orifice to penetrate patiently masturbating as their await their turns with their ex-girlfriend. Artfully shot with filtered lighting and anatomy textbook close ups of skin rashes and pimpled buttocks, the woman's desperation and financial destitution is undeniable. 3 of 5 stars.
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