January 29, 2004

Naughty Picts

I just had dinner with some friends, and one of them, a guy, had for dessert froot loops covered in yogurt. The colorful little hoops were jumbled in with the chunky, creamy white yogurt in a way that reminded me of those high-color prints you see in photo galleries. Sitting there, I could just envision the white bowl sitting alone in a white background, hanging on a white gallery wall, the colorful cereal beaming out in all its high-definition glory, a shining frosted spectrum in a banket of white. I couldn't help but notice the all-too high-art Freudian connotations, too. How could i miss it, the colorful holes swimming in white gloppy gooze, little rafts tossed about in a choppy sea; it was all too blatant, at least for my sexually frustrated mind. A sweet breakfast of rainbow vaginal openings and cum. Exactly the type of innuendo you'd see in a fine gallery, hung in an innocuous frame with a cheeky title like "Breakfast of Champions." I wanted to arrange a photo shoot, right there. The imagery was just too subtle, the hidden significance too delicious. I'm even almost positive that I've seen such photos before, myself, somewhere. Looking around the table, though, and then around the room, i was sure that no one had any idea what i was seeing or any idea of what i was thinking or any idea of how desperately i wanted a camera just then, and i realized that it truely was sad that no one could see into my head because remember, "if it doesn't make you laugh, it isn't real." That is why i began my blog, because my head is a lovely place to visit, but, as the old adage goes, you wouldn't want to live there.


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