According to the Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) of Topeka, Kansas, God hates Iowa. Wait, Iowa? God hates Iowa? If there is any state that God might be fond of I would think it could be Iowa. Apparently not….
Why does God hate Iowa? Three words: sod-o-mite!
That’s right. Sod-o-mite! Better [...]
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Read more »»The marvelous thing about the photograph, it is that it collects a glance, a gesture, one moment, fugacious reality from where the emotion spouts out. However, which is presented here does not exist, never existed and will never exist. But the technical control makes that one is there, in front of, like a funambulist on his wire, in unstable balance between I believe it and I do not believe it. These moments were invented by Pupsam. And yet, yes, it is report, because it was necessary to arrive from there a long investigation and great interior voyages: Starting from an agreeing individual, to imagine together its meeting with itself (not another, not its double) to form a couple which will be embraced, then to track the posture, the spark in the eye, finally the abandonment with the other which is me to give to see the impossible kiss monstrueusement, impudic. Then? moments desired, dreamed, hidden with the bottom of us, denied… taboo! Perhaps fugacious unreality from where the disorder spouts out.(2)