“I live in a survivalist compound populated by wives,
concubines, slaves and wild beasts. At any given time no fewer than two people
are restrained and forced to orgasm while humiliated by the jeers of onlookers.
This is our culture. You have no right to judge us.”
This was the opening to a gallery I stumbled upon last
year. I edited a few of these to make
them vaguely appropriate for Slap Bookleather, but honestly thinking about what
I’ve already queued up for the year I’m not sure what’s appropriate at this
point. In the context of my end of the year thoughts on escaping civilization for solitude and meditation it rings…
oddly in my noggin.
What do people get up to when no one is looking? Probably not just meditation.
Is this the kind of tomfoolery you should expect this
year? Maybe.
Welcome to 2024.
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