Training Wheels for Madness

So I haven’t written in a while, and to make up for that, I decided to just post a paper i had to turn in today for 20th c. art. You would really have no idea what it means or why if you read it, but its nice to get word on a page, and maybe it will persuade me to start writing on here once more…..

Art Through the Automobile

I find it interesting that an object that we at present day take for granted, could change an entire ideology for artistic expression. These Futurists obsessed over cars and their potential meaning like my generation ogles over the iphone and the losing of virginity. The article “Futurism and the Automobile” paints a picture of an entire artistic movement brought together and pushed forward by the most primitive and primal instincts we as humans crave. The need for stimuli. The need for speed. I could compare this reading to a poetic mock up of Top Gear, the fantastic british automotive series where eccentric, thrill seeking men get behind the wheel of some of the most powerful four-wheeled stallions in the world and drive simply for the sake of going faster than ever before.

From an artistic perspective, however, I find it fantastic how people were so drawn to the pleasures of speed that they actually produced works of art trying to depict and diagnose its effects on the human mind. What we do now with slow motion cameras and animated cars they painted on canvas and drew about in sketch books. The Futurist methods of anarchic stylization and violent movement coincide brilliantly with almost every aspect of driving a car, which is what I believe made the movement so successful when tied to automobiles. Some of the Futurism I have personally seen is too abstract for my taste, like throwing paint at the walls and calling it art. The fact that the excitement and intrigue of the Futurists spawned such a powerful drive in the artistic world is a concept I could not have comprehended had I not read this article. Their animosity towards the old pushed both the movements’ own momentum as well as the public’s interested in this new found machine to a place where science, emotion and expression could all co-exist on a paint-covered canvas.

Older women have been throwing themselves at me lately, but that has nothing on the experience I had about 3 weeks ago.  Ask yourself if you have ever heard the term ‘Polygamous’ and then think about it for a second.  

Every guy wants to fuck someone else’s wife, but have you?  Have you really thought about what it would do to that person? That persons wife? or partner?  Neither had I.  But upon being told that this girl wanted to hook up with me I was down; She was cute and I was in the right state of mind.

It wasn’t until 45 minutes later I learned that the guy egging me on and the girl in question were married, and i was in the middle of some sort of twisted “he said she said” sexual deviance.  

I didn’t think i would meet them that night, but as my plans fell through and I became more and more intoxicate, the concept of hooking up with this random married girl became a tangible concept.  At three, I found myself biking towards their house, not really knowing what to expect.  It was honestly strange.  They fed me beer and asked me to read poetry.  With good intentions I assume, but eventually the husband fell asleep.  

It was at that point that my ability to give relatively decent massages came up, and the wife and I wandered over to the bedroom.  It wasn’t long before I was rubbing oil all over her body, teasing her into submission, where what I wanted was understandable and anything less was pointless.  We began going at it, and for 50 minutes there was not a distraction that could have teared us away from each other….This married woman and myself.  It was fantastic.  

Switching positions, however, turned out to be a little intense, because as I maneuvered, something strange caught my eye, and as i looked, the husband came into view, just hanging out on the edge of the bed.  Now im into some crazy shit, and a lot of people that know me could agree, but that shit scared the hell out of me. Long story shit this guy and I both made a shishkabob  out of his wife…..I d go into more details but im drunk and im trying to get it out of my head, but ill catch up with this as soon as i can ;D.

Moral of story:  Try new things :p