here are two things that happened today.

i found the following document on a computer at school.

I’ve posted a few videos before, and I like posting them. Online material is usually more interesting than other video material and I don’t have to be bothered with all the tiresome specifics of experimental or artistic creation. Also, I can’t be held responsible for material which depicts depraved sexual acts. I am not personally implicated, and therefore can’t be blamed. I call this the excuse of the virtual.

Like everyone else, I wanted to do something on scatophilia, a close personal look at someone playing with, or perhaps even eating, human shit. Wanting the work to be as huge a phenomenon as possible, that is, as viral as possible, I would want to include the actual act of shitting. In fact, this video would not be complete without the shitting.

So I set out in search of subjects. These were my initial parameters: In order not to confuse or blur issues I wanted two Anglophone heterosexual females and, for additional sex appeal, they might make out from time to time. Due to budget restrictions, I would prefer the women work for free, bring their own shit, and are willing to eat it.

What I had in mind seemed fairly simple: one or both of the women shitting, the viewer experiencing an escalating sense of disgust and arousal as the women played with the shit, ate it, and rubbed it on their tits. So the audience would be forwarding the link like crazy, and showing it to their friends on youtube.

This became my problem: as my quest for the perfect artificial shit continued, I began to realize the necessity of make my shit as realistic and disgusting as possible. That is: the longer my quest continued, the higher my standards became, and the higher my standards became, the more time I devoted to making the perfect shit. It seemed an unending spiral, two sets that might never overlap, or share any common points. And even if there were any specific points of junction, how could I find the perfect recipe which would be at this point. My project risked degenerating into banality.

and then at extreme noise, we made a board game called crustland and played it. here is a picture of it.

in other news, i finished the wire and i am bummed about it, but i'm getting jacked as fuck so i'm kinda psyched about everything else.