Paul Barker

The proposed project will recreate the European city state of Monaco into a 500-foot watercraft equipped with swimming pool, gym, a submarine, a salon, private massage suites, a casino, a detachable submarine, and… you get the point. Well, maybe you don’t, because it also has a heliport and extra mini-yachts.

I saw something. It was tall. It turned me on, and I quickly began examining features. Shoulders, back, head, arms, legs, clothing, demeanor. In about 5 seconds I had decided I wanted this. Something I wanted to possess. A banal wish for completion through ownership stripped me of my self and quelled the beauty of my being.

When I’m high on painkillers, I get really dehydrated. I chug a lot of water and like to munch on popsicles. I sometimes joke that I have an opiate fridge. You look inside it and you just see tons of water and soft foods. I’m like Rachel Ray if she were on Vicodin.

Fireworks and such all up close and personal. Epic? Scary? Coolest thing ever? Video after the jump.

In France, during the famous Circuit de Nevers Magny-Cours motor race, two motorcycles lock wheels and do the dirty right there in front of everyone. Super NSFW… JK. But this is bizarre/awesome.

Inspired by Tyler Cullen, a student at School of Visual Arts in New York City who went up to random people in Manhattan and asked them what they were listening to on their headphones, Joseph Jenson and Michael Fostiropoulos have applied the concept to London. Now, the natural question: from this random sample, who has better taste in music? London or New York?

It hurts that people only ask you to join them in a social event out of pity. Even if you say yes, inside you will remember that you’re vulnerable; a disadvantaged bottom-feeder taking charity. You almost enjoy yourself, until your ‘friend’ hooks arms with their partner and leaves you (they are going somewhere else, to be intimate together – without you. They don’t think about you, or care).

Time doesn’t really go very far at all. You’re not following a line with distance from beginning to now. You’re a mass within a mass and every moment of time passing is just mass changing, rotating. The pictures flash, and we can be very thankful for that. That memory gives us a portal to something gone; something we can’t get back.

I am drinking, looking around, waiting. I don’t do much approaching, rather I will perch and play scrabble on my phone – waiting for a hot, cute, average, gross, or breathing dude to chat me up. I have a few moves up my sleeve. Like asking someone to light my cigarette. Or freakishly lighting someone’s cigarette who doesn’t even know I’m standing behind them.

Here’s a hilarious somewhat thought-provoking video about privacy on Facebook. It’s so strange how the Millennials are more or less comfortable giving a machine their personal information, but not another human being…

An epic flub here for Washington DC Fox affiliate WTTG, the anchor reports: “President Obama is, in fact, dead.” Only to quickly correct himself, “I’m sorry, [I mean] Osama Bin Laden is dead.”

Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. I am here as a representative of the wild girls, the ones you still dream about. We are the women who were irresistible, whose double-time, exotic lives fascinated you to the extent that you let yourself fall in, just for a moment.