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So I had the weirdest dream last night
okay so I was in this nice expensive fancy house and I didn’t know what I was doing there until I walked into the enormous master bedroom and saw a big row of victoria’s secret bags lined up on the counter and a naked sleeping girl on the bed.
It was a PANTY RAID.
I’ve actually never done something like that before in real life. This is where it gets weird. So I decide it will be easier to steal these conveniently placed victoria’s secret bags if I PICK UP AND MOVE the sleeping chick to a different room. I do, and she doesn’t wake up.
Then I decide it’s best to move the panties into the same small bedroom as her again, for reasons I do not understand. I guess because the room was arguably closer to the door. I get an armfull of bags and take them into the room, then come back for another armful. I get all of them.
For some reason, I decide to go back and look one more time, but, as I already assumed, no more bags. I leave the room and start to head back to the new smaller bedroom where I’ve collected these bags, and on the way, I see the tops of a few peoples heads crouched behind the couch. They weren’t there before, and I hadn’t heard them come in.
I looked at the hairstyles and one was really attractive and for some reason I suddenly knew that one was a male stripper. It clicked, I realized that the people were there for a surprise party, the male stripper was the entertainer, and the victorias secret bags were presents.
I casually walked out of the surprise-room and RAN. LIKE. HELL. my only guess was that they assumed I was one of the party guests and was looking for a place to hide. IDK. It was a pretty damn weird dream.
yeah you shojw em luci!Luci Romberg
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Cildo Meireles, Volatile, 1994
From the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston:
Complete with its own walls, ceiling, and entrances, Volátil is a multisensory environment that plays with the human response to danger, real or imagined. The floor is covered with talc, and a single lit candle is displayed toward the end of the room. In removing the danger factor from the installation, Meireles decidedly takes the work into the direction of allegory, impregnating the room with the scent (t-butyl-mercaptan) normally used to signal a natural-gas leak in urban areas. According to the artist, many spectators have associated Volátil with the gas chambers of the Holocaust, whereas Meireles himself describes walking on the talc substance as like walking on clouds. These vastly disparate responses underscore the complex metaphysical nature of the work and its myriad associations that lie somewhere between the sensorial, the horrific, and the sublime.
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