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Writhe wound its way into English from the Old English verb wrīthan ('to twist') and is akin to the Old English verb wrigian ('to turn or go'). Wrigian gave us our words wriggle, awry, and wry. When
Kate MccGwire’s anthropomorphic pieces exude a naturally sourced beauty as they writhe and loom in place. Much of her sculptural and installation work uses materials from the animal world, like pheasant and crow feathers, to create something new entirely. The British sculptor uses a dozen verbs to describe what she does: "I gather, collate, re-use, layer, peel, burn, reveal, locate, question, duplicate, play and photograph."
What can you put on a horse? As it turns out, the possibilities are endless. Here are 18 ideas that might surprise you. 1. A Pizza Delivery Person (Source: lincolnpizza.co.uk) 2. A Chicken (Source: backyardchickens.com) 3. Britney Spears (Source: mytevisjourney.blogspot.com) 4. Some Clowns (Source: old-picture.com) 5. High Heels (Source: slickzine.com) 6. 400 Watt Speakers (Source:...
Detail of the Laocoön, Musei Vaticani. Described by Pliny in the 1st Century as "a work to be preferred to all that the arts of painting and sculpture have produced" it was rediscovered in 1506 near the ruins of the Baths of Trajan on the Oppian Hill and may have been part of the decoration of the Golden House of Nero..
Emily Brontë quote about hell from Wuthering Heights: “Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?”
In this interview, Kate MccGwire speaks to creating writhing, coiling sculptures and installations of countless found feathers.
I've always been insecure about my body, like it is somehow incorrect or broken. That this machine my brain rides around in is bad product. I know it's stupid because everyone is different. We are not Mcnuggets which must abide by 5 different exact shapes, we are a mess of blobs and angles that writhe around doing daily chores. But I can’t help but look upon myself and think I've been handed bad card in life. I've told myself its irrational, which it is, but there's no harm in trying to improve what you're born with, so I started trying to fix the melted plastic action figure body of mine up and started exercising regularly. It’s always hard at first, the initial steps, but once you're in the routine of it and you've worked it into the narrative that is your life it becomes no different from driving to and from work. It’s just one of those things that you do - and the benefits I felt were great. Within weeks I had a new vigour for life and stopped prodding my folds so much in the mirror. I started to see the sexy man inside of me that had been smothered by the pudgy doughboy I was. And that little sexy bloke over the next few months slowly tore its way out of the sack of yams vestibule I called my waking corpse until I became a man that looked in the mirror and was proud of who I had become. It's been good since getting into shape. I've noticed that the type of flies that land on me tend to be nice like butterflies instead of bluebottles and the woman at the shop smiled at me so hard her dentures nearly fell out. I was feeling special. But I was still alone and I felt that maybe I wasn't as handsome as I had led myself to believe, maybe this journey was not over. What if there was an even SEXIER man underneath the sexy man who winks at himself in the mirror. Just layers like a fucking onion all the way down until you get to the core of what is it become a man god. So I looked online to see if how I could push my body past its current, worldly limits. In hope that it would help me attract a nice lady to come share my 2 bedroom apartment with alongside Greg my housemate (He's really good at overwatch). And that's when I found it, finally a targeted add that worked, a supplement called Goblin Gainz. I was relaxing in the bath after a long workout with my oculus rift headset on browsing instagram when it popped up. A very bright video of a goblin growing in size until its shirt popped off whilst a booming voice shouted… "YOU WANT BECOME BIG MAN STRONG? GOBLIN GAINZ! SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY" It was incredible. I had to buy into it, plus they accepted cucumbercoin (cucion) that I had invested in heavily last year and maybe by using this this coin to buy some goblin gainz it might unfuck what has happened to its value over the last 12 months. So I bought 3 months worth to be delivered to my door and the next day, there it was sitting on my porch. I don't know how they managed to get a Sunday delivery but I was not complainin because I was about TO START GAININ if you get me haha. The package ensured me that the contents, which were a trade secret, were of the highest quality and certified by several popular tiktok witches. The dosage instructions said to take one in the morning, 2 at lunch and 3 before bed. This will help develop a 'ramp up of goblin energy' within my cells on a molecular level and I guess that's what helps me become larger? I'm not entirely sure but I trust these experts. I have a degree in cinema so if i tell somebody they would like a film I know from a professional standpoint that I am an authority on the subject and it’s not really a recommendation but more like a prescription. Like when I told Greg to watch the movie ‘The Lighthouse’ because it was an analogy of our relationship and he said he would 'check it out'. I know that prick didn't watch it but if he did it might have helped him understand how I view him as a person. Over the next few weeks I could feel myself getting stronger. But there were some awkward things going on with my body. For example, I had to move my car seat forward a little because I just didn't feel close enough to the peddles. And I had this insatiable appetite for smoked turkey legs. I know that sounds obscene, but I was up all night watching youtube videos about renaissance fairs with my mouth watering watching people take chunks out huge turkey drum sticks. They looked incredible and I had to have one. I watched a 'how it’s made' on the whole process of how they go from turkey to renaissance fair and it blew my mind. I went out the next day and bought one and just sat in the bath gnawing at it with one hand after a work out like a beast. I felt powerful and a little bit magical but also my trousers seemed a bit too long for me. Whatever. I would have these extreme urges in the night to go steal things. Precious things that people would keep in their homes. Not something that had any real value just tacky shit. I would watch antiques roadshow at night and people would be trying to sell princess Diana memorial plates and I get an actual rock hard erection at the sight of it, wanting it to be mine as the man told them it was worth naff all and they had no taste and to fuck off. It was totally unexplainable and I started to worry that I was going mad. Am I really getting shorter? Why am I so obsessed with trinkets all of a sudden? I reached out to the goblin gainz instagram page for advice and they said I was probably having a reaction to the formula because I was just too strong for it and I should come down to their office to get a higher dose that will sort me out. So I went to their office, which wasn't really an office it was more of an end terraced house in a rough part of the city. But I know since the Covid people have all started working from home so I thought this was probably completely normal. I walked in and this woman greeted me with a giant smile, like she could tell I had been working out really hard over the last few weeks and taking my goblin gain pills and was impressed with my ability to see things through. "I'm here for the booster shot they give the big boys who want bigger gains but had a reaction to the usual powder." I told her and she nodded and smiled and asked me a few questions. It went like this - "Would you say you've been feeling an insatiable hunger for hunks of meat recently?" - Yes "On a scale of 1 to 10 how much 'goblin energy' are you feeling right now? " - Erm 13 "Have you noticed any sudden height loss since you started taking the medication?" - Now that you mention it "Do occasionally get the urge to locate and acquire princess Diana commemorative plates, may god bless her soul in heaven?" - No fucking way She told me - "It's ok, these are all positive signs that you're well on your way to becoming the new you. Enter this room here and take the pill on the counter, I'll be with you in 15 minutes to show you the next steps to becoming the stronger, better version of yourself." So I walked into the room, which was odd looking but what did I know. It only contained a chair and a table and no windows. On the table sat a little cup with a large green pill in it. Not wanting to show any weakness I necked it down without water and turned around to seek some kind of approval from the lovely receptionist lady but she had already closed the door. Not long after I started having these horrible pains in all the bones of my body. It felt like somebody had lined up 400 individual hotwheels tracks to each major bone and had launched hotwheel cars directly at them at high speeds. Like if every inch of my body was a foot standing on lego. It was horrible. I fell to the floor crying and saw myself shrink and my skin change colour. My hands - I could barely recognise them. They were dark green and my nails were black claws and when the process was over, I stood up and could barely reach the table I had just stood over. Well I was obviously very upset. The lady came back in and I said, sternly "Now hold on, this is not what I signed up for. I would like to talk to your manager please." I think its important to remain polite and not let your emotions get the better of you during stressful and confusing times in your life. "Oh I am the manager. I'm actually your manager now. Look at this contract you signed when you bought the pills." She said whilst handing me a piece of A5 piece of paper that clearly stated I had somehow signed up to becoming an employee of TrollOpFarm Incorporated. Now my father old told me to be a man of my word and I was. Even though at that moment I wasn't sure what I was as I appeared to be 3 foot tall and green. On a plus point however, having glanced over the fine print I thought the benefits were better than my current place of employment and included unlimited snacks and 5 weeks paid vacation to 'the underworld' which sounded like a cool goth club. I used to work at youtube which gave me fuck all benefits and the job was so boring. All I had to do was copy and paste the same stock replies to people who's accounts had been hacked so they can say they have a human workforce despite us all acting like bots. Turns out this experience was beneficial in my new roll. The lady walked me down a long corridor holding my hand like she was my mother and explained the job to me. "Ok so you are in charge of 500 twitter accounts. Your job is the ensure that all 500 of these twitter accounts appear real and at the same time occasionally like/retweet or talk about hot button subjects that our overseer wants you to push. It's very simple, just have fun with it. Be yourself! But also be extremely generic, around 56 years old, white and from the midwest." And she led me into this huge room with thousands of cubicles. And there were so many people just like me, all proud little goblin men smiling politely to one another, holding little goblets of coffee as they walked between their assigned work stations. After a 10 minute walk around this labyr
I've always been insecure about my body, like it is somehow incorrect or broken. That this machine my brain rides around in is bad product. I know it's stupid because everyone is different. We are not Mcnuggets which must abide by 5 different exact shapes, we are a mess of blobs and angles that writhe around doing daily chores. But I can’t help but look upon myself and think I've been handed bad card in life. I've told myself its irrational, which it is, but there's no harm in trying to improve what you're born with, so I started trying to fix the melted plastic action figure body of mine up and started exercising regularly. It’s always hard at first, the initial steps, but once you're in the routine of it and you've worked it into the narrative that is your life it becomes no different from driving to and from work. It’s just one of those things that you do - and the benefits I felt were great. Within weeks I had a new vigour for life and stopped prodding my folds so much in the mirror. I started to see the sexy man inside of me that had been smothered by the pudgy doughboy I was. And that little sexy bloke over the next few months slowly tore its way out of the sack of yams vestibule I called my waking corpse until I became a man that looked in the mirror and was proud of who I had become. It's been good since getting into shape. I've noticed that the type of flies that land on me tend to be nice like butterflies instead of bluebottles and the woman at the shop smiled at me so hard her dentures nearly fell out. I was feeling special. But I was still alone and I felt that maybe I wasn't as handsome as I had led myself to believe, maybe this journey was not over. What if there was an even SEXIER man underneath the sexy man who winks at himself in the mirror. Just layers like a fucking onion all the way down until you get to the core of what is it become a man god. So I looked online to see if how I could push my body past its current, worldly limits. In hope that it would help me attract a nice lady to come share my 2 bedroom apartment with alongside Greg my housemate (He's really good at overwatch). And that's when I found it, finally a targeted add that worked, a supplement called Goblin Gainz. I was relaxing in the bath after a long workout with my oculus rift headset on browsing instagram when it popped up. A very bright video of a goblin growing in size until its shirt popped off whilst a booming voice shouted… "YOU WANT BECOME BIG MAN STRONG? GOBLIN GAINZ! SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY" It was incredible. I had to buy into it, plus they accepted cucumbercoin (cucion) that I had invested in heavily last year and maybe by using this this coin to buy some goblin gainz it might unfuck what has happened to its value over the last 12 months. So I bought 3 months worth to be delivered to my door and the next day, there it was sitting on my porch. I don't know how they managed to get a Sunday delivery but I was not complainin because I was about TO START GAININ if you get me haha. The package ensured me that the contents, which were a trade secret, were of the highest quality and certified by several popular tiktok witches. The dosage instructions said to take one in the morning, 2 at lunch and 3 before bed. This will help develop a 'ramp up of goblin energy' within my cells on a molecular level and I guess that's what helps me become larger? I'm not entirely sure but I trust these experts. I have a degree in cinema so if i tell somebody they would like a film I know from a professional standpoint that I am an authority on the subject and it’s not really a recommendation but more like a prescription. Like when I told Greg to watch the movie ‘The Lighthouse’ because it was an analogy of our relationship and he said he would 'check it out'. I know that prick didn't watch it but if he did it might have helped him understand how I view him as a person. Over the next few weeks I could feel myself getting stronger. But there were some awkward things going on with my body. For example, I had to move my car seat forward a little because I just didn't feel close enough to the peddles. And I had this insatiable appetite for smoked turkey legs. I know that sounds obscene, but I was up all night watching youtube videos about renaissance fairs with my mouth watering watching people take chunks out huge turkey drum sticks. They looked incredible and I had to have one. I watched a 'how it’s made' on the whole process of how they go from turkey to renaissance fair and it blew my mind. I went out the next day and bought one and just sat in the bath gnawing at it with one hand after a work out like a beast. I felt powerful and a little bit magical but also my trousers seemed a bit too long for me. Whatever. I would have these extreme urges in the night to go steal things. Precious things that people would keep in their homes. Not something that had any real value just tacky shit. I would watch antiques roadshow at night and people would be trying to sell princess Diana memorial plates and I get an actual rock hard erection at the sight of it, wanting it to be mine as the man told them it was worth naff all and they had no taste and to fuck off. It was totally unexplainable and I started to worry that I was going mad. Am I really getting shorter? Why am I so obsessed with trinkets all of a sudden? I reached out to the goblin gainz instagram page for advice and they said I was probably having a reaction to the formula because I was just too strong for it and I should come down to their office to get a higher dose that will sort me out. So I went to their office, which wasn't really an office it was more of an end terraced house in a rough part of the city. But I know since the Covid people have all started working from home so I thought this was probably completely normal. I walked in and this woman greeted me with a giant smile, like she could tell I had been working out really hard over the last few weeks and taking my goblin gain pills and was impressed with my ability to see things through. "I'm here for the booster shot they give the big boys who want bigger gains but had a reaction to the usual powder." I told her and she nodded and smiled and asked me a few questions. It went like this - "Would you say you've been feeling an insatiable hunger for hunks of meat recently?" - Yes "On a scale of 1 to 10 how much 'goblin energy' are you feeling right now? " - Erm 13 "Have you noticed any sudden height loss since you started taking the medication?" - Now that you mention it "Do occasionally get the urge to locate and acquire princess Diana commemorative plates, may god bless her soul in heaven?" - No fucking way She told me - "It's ok, these are all positive signs that you're well on your way to becoming the new you. Enter this room here and take the pill on the counter, I'll be with you in 15 minutes to show you the next steps to becoming the stronger, better version of yourself." So I walked into the room, which was odd looking but what did I know. It only contained a chair and a table and no windows. On the table sat a little cup with a large green pill in it. Not wanting to show any weakness I necked it down without water and turned around to seek some kind of approval from the lovely receptionist lady but she had already closed the door. Not long after I started having these horrible pains in all the bones of my body. It felt like somebody had lined up 400 individual hotwheels tracks to each major bone and had launched hotwheel cars directly at them at high speeds. Like if every inch of my body was a foot standing on lego. It was horrible. I fell to the floor crying and saw myself shrink and my skin change colour. My hands - I could barely recognise them. They were dark green and my nails were black claws and when the process was over, I stood up and could barely reach the table I had just stood over. Well I was obviously very upset. The lady came back in and I said, sternly "Now hold on, this is not what I signed up for. I would like to talk to your manager please." I think its important to remain polite and not let your emotions get the better of you during stressful and confusing times in your life. "Oh I am the manager. I'm actually your manager now. Look at this contract you signed when you bought the pills." She said whilst handing me a piece of A5 piece of paper that clearly stated I had somehow signed up to becoming an employee of TrollOpFarm Incorporated. Now my father old told me to be a man of my word and I was. Even though at that moment I wasn't sure what I was as I appeared to be 3 foot tall and green. On a plus point however, having glanced over the fine print I thought the benefits were better than my current place of employment and included unlimited snacks and 5 weeks paid vacation to 'the underworld' which sounded like a cool goth club. I used to work at youtube which gave me fuck all benefits and the job was so boring. All I had to do was copy and paste the same stock replies to people who's accounts had been hacked so they can say they have a human workforce despite us all acting like bots. Turns out this experience was beneficial in my new roll. The lady walked me down a long corridor holding my hand like she was my mother and explained the job to me. "Ok so you are in charge of 500 twitter accounts. Your job is the ensure that all 500 of these twitter accounts appear real and at the same time occasionally like/retweet or talk about hot button subjects that our overseer wants you to push. It's very simple, just have fun with it. Be yourself! But also be extremely generic, around 56 years old, white and from the midwest." And she led me into this huge room with thousands of cubicles. And there were so many people just like me, all proud little goblin men smiling politely to one another, holding little goblets of coffee as they walked between their assigned work stations. After a 10 minute walk around this labyr
Your vision blurs, your heart races, your intestines writhe around inside of you like a pair of moray eels. You haven't slept in weeks, nothing tastes good anymore, and you're fairly sure you're going to vomit. Don't blame the ship's cook; you're just falling in love. Ride the waves of longing with April's Prestidigital bundle, which includes illustrated digital assets for you to download and use during your next thirsty session: An exclusive One Page RPG by Oliver Darkshire, where you play a love-lorn privateer trying to dodge the subject of your affection's fatal blows A character page for Yul "Black Tusk" Grimbar, dreaded pirate captain Dried coralbellum magic item card, for when your enemies are getting froggy The High Seas Shipping bundle includes a .png of a one-page rpg and .pdfs of an NPC and a magic item. This product is not eligible for additional discount codes or offers unless otherwise stated.
★ The Mermaid Enamel Pin ★ Trapped and tangled, stumped and vexed. What was up is now down and I'm quite perplexed. Yet here a thought that this way comes: there is more to a part, than the whole of its sums. To struggle and writhe is no way to see. One must be calm and collected if they seek to be free. Based on The Hanged Man card in The Children of Litha tarot deck by me, Xia Hunt. The mermaid in this card is ensnared by a rope tied to an anchor. The more she struggles, the more tangled she becomes. In much the same way, The Hanged Man urges us to slow down and reevaluate our circumstances. It is a card about feeling stuck and needing to let go. ☆ 2.5 inches tall. ☆ Two deluxe clasps to keep it firmly in place. ☆ Gold-plated hard enamel pin with textured back. ☆ A small black velvet pouch is included. ☆ If available, I try to include the actual card as a free gift as well! ★ Check out my store for more: https://www.xiahunt.com/ ★ Follow me for updates at: https://www.instagram.com/xiahunt/ © Alexandria Huntington 2018. All Rights Reserved.
While flowers often sit prettily in still lifes, Penelope Gottlieb's plants explode, twist and writhe with cartoonish intensity. Her previous series, "Extinct Botanicals," was an attempt to recreate plants that have gone extinct. Gottlieb's stylized approach — she often embellishes the plants with knives, rockets and other aggressive weaponry — was born from her attempt to recreate these plants from her imagination, as there are few visual references for the plants on the "confirmed extinction" list. Gottlieb's solo show, "Gone," will debut at Edward Cella in Los Angeles on September 8. Take a look at some images from "Gone" and "Extinct Botanicals."
've always been insecure about my body, like it is somehow incorrect or broken. That this machine my brain rides around in is bad product. I know it's stupid because everyone is different. We are not Mcnuggets which must abide by 5 different exact shapes, we are a mess of blobs and angles that writhe around doing daily chores. But I can’t help but look upon myself and think I've been handed bad card in life. I've told myself its irrational, which it is, but there's no harm in trying to improve what you're born with, so I started trying to fix the melted plastic action figure body of mine up and started exercising regularly. It’s always hard at first, the initial steps, but once you're in the routine of it and you've worked it into the narrative that is your life it becomes no different from driving to and from work. It’s just one of those things that you do - and the benefits I felt were great. Within weeks I had a new vigour for life and stopped prodding my folds so much in the mirror. I started to see the sexy man inside of me that had been smothered by the pudgy doughboy I was. And that little sexy bloke over the next few months slowly tore its way out of the sack of yams vestibule I called my waking corpse until I became a man that looked in the mirror and was proud of who I had become. It's been good since getting into shape. I've noticed that the type of flies that land on me tend to be nice like butterflies instead of bluebottles and the woman at the shop smiled at me so hard her dentures nearly fell out. I was feeling special. But I was still alone and I felt that maybe I wasn't as handsome as I had led myself to believe, maybe this journey was not over. What if there was an even SEXIER man underneath the sexy man who winks at himself in the mirror. Just layers like a fucking onion all the way down until you get to the core of what is it become a man god. So I looked online to see if how I could push my body past its current, worldly limits. In hope that it would help me attract a nice lady to come share my 2 bedroom apartment with alongside Greg my housemate (He's really good at overwatch). And that's when I found it, finally a targeted add that worked, a supplement called Goblin Gainz. I was relaxing in the bath after a long workout with my oculus rift headset on browsing instagram when it popped up. A very bright video of a goblin growing in size until its shirt popped off whilst a booming voice shouted… "YOU WANT BECOME BIG MAN STRONG? GOBLIN GAINZ! SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY" It was incredible. I had to buy into it, plus they accepted cucumbercoin (cucion) that I had invested in heavily last year and maybe by using this this coin to buy some goblin gainz it might unfuck what has happened to its value over the last 12 months. So I bought 3 months worth to be delivered to my door and the next day, there it was sitting on my porch. I don't know how they managed to get a Sunday delivery but I was not complainin because I was about TO START GAININ if you get me haha. The package ensured me that the contents, which were a trade secret, were of the highest quality and certified by several popular tiktok witches. The dosage instructions said to take one in the morning, 2 at lunch and 3 before bed. This will help develop a 'ramp up of goblin energy' within my cells on a molecular level and I guess that's what helps me become larger? I'm not entirely sure but I trust these experts. I have a degree in cinema so if i tell somebody they would like a film I know from a professional standpoint that I am an authority on the subject and it’s not really a recommendation but more like a prescription. Like when I told Greg to watch the movie ‘The Lighthouse’ because it was an analogy of our relationship and he said he would 'check it out'. I know that prick didn't watch it but if he did it might have helped him understand how I view him as a person. Over the next few weeks I could feel myself getting stronger. But there were some awkward things going on with my body. For example, I had to move my car seat forward a little because I just didn't feel close enough to the peddles. And I had this insatiable appetite for smoked turkey legs. I know that sounds obscene, but I was up all night watching youtube videos about renaissance fairs with my mouth watering watching people take chunks out huge turkey drum sticks. They looked incredible and I had to have one. I watched a 'how it’s made' on the whole process of how they go from turkey to renaissance fair and it blew my mind. I went out the next day and bought one and just sat in the bath gnawing at it with one hand after a work out like a beast. I felt powerful and a little bit magical but also my trousers seemed a bit too long for me. Whatever. I would have these extreme urges in the night to go steal things. Precious things that people would keep in their homes. Not something that had any real value just tacky shit. I would watch antiques roadshow at night and people would be trying to sell princess Diana memorial plates and I get an actual rock hard erection at the sight of it, wanting it to be mine as the man told them it was worth naff all and they had no taste and to fuck off. It was totally unexplainable and I started to worry that I was going mad. Am I really getting shorter? Why am I so obsessed with trinkets all of a sudden? I reached out to the goblin gainz instagram page for advice and they said I was probably having a reaction to the formula because I was just too strong for it and I should come down to their office to get a higher dose that will sort me out. So I went to their office, which wasn't really an office it was more of an end terraced house in a rough part of the city. But I know since the Covid people have all started working from home so I thought this was probably completely normal. I walked in and this woman greeted me with a giant smile, like she could tell I had been working out really hard over the last few weeks and taking my goblin gain pills and was impressed with my ability to see things through. "I'm here for the booster shot they give the big boys who want bigger gains but had a reaction to the usual powder." I told her and she nodded and smiled and asked me a few questions. It went like this - "Would you say you've been feeling an insatiable hunger for hunks of meat recently?" - Yes "On a scale of 1 to 10 how much 'goblin energy' are you feeling right now? " - Erm 13 "Have you noticed any sudden height loss since you started taking the medication?" - Now that you mention it "Do occasionally get the urge to locate and acquire princess Diana commemorative plates, may god bless her soul in heaven?" - No fucking way She told me - "It's ok, these are all positive signs that you're well on your way to becoming the new you. Enter this room here and take the pill on the counter, I'll be with you in 15 minutes to show you the next steps to becoming the stronger, better version of yourself." So I walked into the room, which was odd looking but what did I know. It only contained a chair and a table and no windows. On the table sat a little cup with a large green pill in it. Not wanting to show any weakness I necked it down without water and turned around to seek some kind of approval from the lovely receptionist lady but she had already closed the door. Not long after I started having these horrible pains in all the bones of my body. It felt like somebody had lined up 400 individual hotwheels tracks to each major bone and had launched hotwheel cars directly at them at high speeds. Like if every inch of my body was a foot standing on lego. It was horrible. I fell to the floor crying and saw myself shrink and my skin change colour. My hands - I could barely recognise them. They were dark green and my nails were black claws and when the process was over, I stood up and could barely reach the table I had just stood over. Well I was obviously very upset. The lady came back in and I said, sternly "Now hold on, this is not what I signed up for. I would like to talk to your manager please." I think its important to remain polite and not let your emotions get the better of you during stressful and confusing times in your life. "Oh I am the manager. I'm actually your manager now. Look at this contract you signed when you bought the pills." She said whilst handing me a piece of A5 piece of paper that clearly stated I had somehow signed up to becoming an employee of TrollOpFarm Incorporated. Now my father old told me to be a man of my word and I was. Even though at that moment I wasn't sure what I was as I appeared to be 3 foot tall and green. On a plus point however, having glanced over the fine print I thought the benefits were better than my current place of employment and included unlimited snacks and 5 weeks paid vacation to 'the underworld' which sounded like a cool goth club. I used to work at youtube which gave me fuck all benefits and the job was so boring. All I had to do was copy and paste the same stock replies to people who's accounts had been hacked so they can say they have a human workforce despite us all acting like bots. Turns out this experience was beneficial in my new roll. The lady walked me down a long corridor holding my hand like she was my mother and explained the job to me. "Ok so you are in charge of 500 twitter accounts. Your job is the ensure that all 500 of these twitter accounts appear real and at the same time occasionally like/retweet or talk about hot button subjects that our overseer wants you to push. It's very simple, just have fun with it. Be yourself! But also be extremely generic, around 56 years old, white and from the midwest." And she led me into this huge room with thousands of cubicles. And there were so many people just like me, all proud little goblin men smiling politely to one another, holding little
Méduses lamps by Géraldine Gonzalez love these lamps! ♥ “When you move like a jellyfish writhe don’t mean nothing. You go with the flow, you don’t stop. Move like a jellyfish, rhythm means nothing.You...
Designer Ying Gao created two interactive dresses that move and light up when the built-in eye trackers detect a gaze.
In 1935, with a doctorate in art history and no prospect of a job, the 26-year-old Ernst Gombrich was invited to attempt a history of the world for younger readers. Amazingly, he completed the task in an intense six weeks, and Eine kurze Weltgeschichte für junge Leser was published in Vienna to immediate success, and is now available in twenty-five languages across the world.
ॐPlease, after you have made the order, write us your mobile number for the courier. Otherwise, we will not be able to ship your order. Thank you!ॐ «Rainbow Valley Fractal» Hand painted & printed UV batik wallhanging / tapestry. UV Active! Fluoro chaos at it's finest! Contour waveforms undulate and writhe in UV colours across your field of vision, taking you into the UV world of Fractal fjords, where rocking horse people eat marshmallow highs! Print designed by: Space Tribe. Size: 200 cm x 120 cm (80’’x48’’). Amazing and very impressive painting. ● the juicy colors in the daylight and saturated deep glow in the ultraviolet and neon; ● you can hang it over at home, as well as you can take it with you to the festival or to travel; ● eyelets at the corners for easy installation; ● 100% rayon; ● the backdrop can be washed and ironed, wash separately the first time as colors may run. Have a nice tripॐ
