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3 Decades of Large Breasts: An American Obsession/Is she woman … or animal?/Fascination & Indifference

“Women are always complaining about men’s fascination with breasts. But what if men were absolutely indifferent to breasts? What would women do then with these things that serve one function once or twice in a lifetime, and the rest of the time are just in the way?”

Jonathan Carroll

Some call it the American obsession, but men everywhere recognize the hypnotic allure of a large and shapely breast. In The Big Book of Breasts, Dian Hanson explores the origins of mammary madness through three decades of natural big-breasted nudes. Starting with the World War II Bosom-Mania that spawned Russ Meyer, Howard Hughes’s The Outlaw and Frederick’s of Hollywood, Dian guides you over, around, and in between the dangerous curves of infamous models including Michelle Angelo, Candy Barr, Virginia Bell, Joan Brinkman, Lorraine Burnett, Lisa De Leeuw, Uschi Digard, Candye Kane, Jennie Lee, Sylvia McFarland, Margaret Middleton, Paula Page, June Palmer, Roberta Pedon, Rosina Revelle, Candy Samples, Tempest Storm, Linda West, June Wilkinson, Julie Wills, and dozens more, including Guinness World Record holder Norma Stitz, possessor of the World’s Largest Natural Breasts.

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Russ Meyer – Vixen

Is she woman … or animal?

Download Album Link: Russ Meyers ‘Vixen’ – Original Soundtrack


Jacques Henri Lartigue’s Parisian Women/Curves/Mae West & Edith Piaf

“Curves:  The loveliest distance between two points.”

Mae West

Jacques Henri Lartigue (June 13, 1894 – September 12, 986) was a French photographer and painter.

Born in Courbevoie (a city outside of Paris) to a wealthy family, he is most famous for his stunning photos of automobile races, planes and fashionable Parisian women from the turn of the century.

Although Lartigue occasionally sold his pictures to the press and exhibited at the Galerie d’Orsay alongside Brassaï, Man Ray and Doisneau, his reputation as a photographer was not truly established until he was 69, with a retrospective at the Museum of Modern Art in New York and the publication of a portfolio in Life. He now added his father’s first name to his own surname, becoming Jacques Henri Lartigue. Worldwide fame came three years later with his first book, The Family Album, followed in 1970, by Diary of a Century, conceived by Richard Avedon. In 1975 he had his first French retrospective at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs in Paris. For the rest of his life, Lartigue was busy answering commissions from fashion and decoration magazines.

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Click on Link to Download Soundtrack: The Voice of the Sparrow – Edith Piaf

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James Nachtwey War Photography/The Existence of the Human Soul/There are plenty of good reasons for fighting

“There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too.”

Kurt Vonnegut

James Nachtwey (born March 14, 1948) is an American photojournalist and war photographer. He has been awarded the Overseas Press Club’s Robert Capa Gold Medal five times. In 2003, he was injured by a grenade in an attack on his convoy while serving as aTime contributing correspondent in Baghdad, from which he has made a full recovery.

hard to pick the featured images/as every shot is pure fire/like capa on crack/capturing every aspect of living with violence/squeezing the human condition down to a pin-point of light/the human struggle/sentient bags of translucent tubes, blood, gristle/torn open and spilling like garbage bags/but more importantly/showing such emotion

that

the

human soul

is

an

undeniable

reality

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Bad Girls of the 50s/All-night Joints & All-night Dames/That Cool Cat From Not That Far Back Wants Hotdogs

The TRUCKS that hi-ball thru the night!

The ALL-NIGHT joints of dames and java!

The rough-tough guys and wide-eyed Dolls who get their kicks from BENZEDRINE!

and saturday night  drinks in bars where all the ladies bad dentistry/dolphin and tribal tattoos adorn tired flesh/dirty flat beers with the best company/but me on the sleazier side of drunk/watching karaoke kings and queens/once upon a time I was falling in love/now I’m only falling apart/as the doors lock and the kerry katona iceland treats come out on paper plates/tandoori chicken bites and soggy goujons/the dirtiest tapas you ever saw disappear with drained pints of stale lager/and we three slip away/a blur of taxi rides through the misty streets/into the a.m./where dark rooms shuffle a sinister cabaret of shemales/fags in drag/and a muted hard-on in my trousers/and I can hear the static noise of drunk in my ears/playground legends just tourists in this grim safari/too drunk to be disgusted or to get my dick sucked in the back room/she says she wants it rough/for me to pull her hair/and call her a dirty slut/but that nausea I can’t shake/like the dirt in my belly I can never throw up hard or deep enough to get out/and breakfast fried plantain with scrambled eggs and peppers/and that cool cat from not that far back/wants hot-dogs

so

we

throw

them

in

the

pan

too

 

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download soundtrack: The Fabulous Chordettes – The Chordettes

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Readers Wives Polaroids of the 70s/Milano Calibro 9/Cold Flesh the Colour of Potatoes

Make a date with the brassy brides of Britain
The altogether ruder readers’ wives
Who put down their needles and their knitting
At the doorway to our dismal daily lives

The fablon top scenarios of passion
Nipples peep through holes in leatherette
They seem to be saying in their fashion
‘I’m freezing Charlie – haven’t ya finished yet?’

Cold flesh the colour of potatoes
In an Instamatic living room of sin
All the required apparatus
Too bad they couldn’t fit her head in

In latex pyjamas with bananas going ape
Their identities are cunningly disguised
By a six-inch strip of insulation tape
Strategically stuck across their eyes

Wives from Inverness to inner London
Prettiness and pimples co-exist
Pictorially wife-swapping with someone
Who’s happily married to his wrist

John Cooper Clarke

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Milano Calibro 9

Milano calibro 9 is a poliziottesco film written and directed by the Italian crime film specialist Fernando Di Leo in 1972. The film is based on a novel of the same name written by Giorgio Scerbanenco. The soundtrack for the film, Preludio Tema Variazioni e Canzona, is a collaboration album between Luis Enriquez bacalov and the Italian progressive rock group Osanna.

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70s Porn Poster Design/Catholocism/Mr Wankee Man & Me

“I thank God I was raised Catholic, so sex will always be dirty.”

John Waters

and the weekend left me bruised and trampled/paddled by a mistress whose nazi uniform/black strapon and heels/thrashed me on a st andrews cross/and buxom corseted ladies put me in the trampling cage and sat on my face/and put their heels in my mouth/and next to the dance floor a mistress whipped admirers as they lapped at her little pussy through the bars that guarded her/or them/and I thought that whilst that pussy looked good it was maybe riddled with herpes/and my arrogant chin thrust out I drew the line in the sand/and she hit me in the face/and outside the human ashtray/whose burns and ashy grey lips/and sissy boys/where freaks and fingerings/slaps and shuffles/stockings and shoes/breasts constricted in corsets and me drunk/staggering through this/like a half-tranquilised kaiju/riding through the grim carnival like gidrah/stroboscopic lights/and mr wankee man/shuffling dismally/using the least amount of energy and movement possible to slap both thighs with a sore looking penis/in some ketamine disco jiggle/gold lurex leotard/one stocking fallen down/blonde wig and golden mask/but when the mistress prodded my ass with her strappon/I was weary of being thrashed

and

just

wanted

to

get

naked

and

fuck

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Buddy Esquire & Phase 2/Graves in the Snow/Old School Flyers

where junkies prowI,
where the tigers growI...

in search
of that much-needed bIow.

Where winos cringe
on a canned-heat binge...  

and find their graves
in the snow.

Russell Stevens Jr. / John Hull
 

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Long Live the Kane – Big Daddy Kane

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America in Color/Dry Lightning/Ambitions of Poverty

“I worked my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty.”
Groucho Marx

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download soundtrack: Ghost of Tom Joad – Bruce Springsteen

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Pakistan Taliban/I Get My Thang In Action/The Nature of Man

“Men are at war with each other because each man is at war with himself.”

Francis Meehan

Soundtrack: Tical – Method Man

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Gray Vegetation/The Terran Trade Authority/The Extra Inch I Was Denied

“Soon silence will have passed into legend.  Man has turned his back on silence.  Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation…tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego.  His anxiety subsides.  His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation.”

Jean Arp

and I discovered these books in my childhood new-age  library/attached to the protestant church and dentist in town/showing the death of glamour and gold/where we met and played as scouts/fist fights and wrestling I preferrd to football and marching/I allways loved to climb trees/now I get scared/and piles of tin-tin and asterix/led in bed before you knew how fucked the world was/where the only terror was glue sniffers at the park and gas-heads/pre 90s recession/when the world felt like a static safe place/and homes were for forever/and time just ticked on/and Victorian England was terrifying in books and oliver twist/and sibling fights/lego and star wars toys that were better than the films could ever be/forts and bases/before poverty and plain spaghetti every night/maybe an omelette/think I could have grown an extra inch of cock had I not been starved for protein as a child/and when this happenned obsessed with vietnam and don mccullin/I built VC traps/to protect myself/panji stakes and trip wires/the moment of realsation and terror that the world was unstable and cold/that it was your enemy and set on destroying you

never

leaves

me

like

a

rape

victims

memories

 

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download soundtrack: little johnny from the hospital – company flow

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nothing is true/persian illuminati/in god we trust

“Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.”

Hassan I Sabbah


pulp porn novella covers/hot dogs and rams/fela kuti

and these pulp porno novella covers so obscene in terms of their cover art and titles/had to edit the collection and remove the more sinister titles/and who the fuck whacked off to these?/and who the fuck illustrated the covers?/and the titles; The Gay Trap, Moms Donkey Urge and Mom Loves Hot Dogs/these were the tamer titles that I found/that didn’t include rape, cannibalism or torture/so next time you walk down the street and smile at a stranger/answer the door/or sit next to someone on the bus/look at them real close/they could be hot for the ram, a queer daddy or a pussy puncher.

and the morning spent frozen in this city I missed all weekend in Copenhagen/whose 7-11 stores remind me of america/but too cold for a slushy/hung over in hotel rooms/hotdogs and beer/wandered empty misty streets and docks/bow-tie and braces/blowing in my hands rubbing my numb nose/shearling and fur/on return went straight for caribbean food at Kay-Kays/duvet on the couch/laptop out/grape soda/watched elite force and quay brothers/but tonight i’ll cook thai/lime leaves and fish sauce/shut out the world/have some tom-fappery to interracial amateur housewives and shemales on wide 6

and

warm

these

frozen

mits

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download soundtrack: zombie – fela kuti

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Pakistan Circus/The Nonexistent/Argos and Mr. Frosty

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

Franz Kafka

and my parents never took me to the circus/or bought me a mr frosty/but I had buckaroo and operation/which is more than the ethiopian kids in live aid had/as they never knew it was christmas/ but I still wanted these things/and remember when everything you could every want in the world could be found in argos/board games/transformers/robots/lego/and its so cold today, even in bed/ I wish I could sleep a thousand years/and wake up as dust/and there was a kid who came to our school/with air max III/and other cool shit/and cable tv/and poisoned our minds/ to be hungry for things that existed outside the argos world/and we became devils/seduced with new things/and one night at camp we had a fight/and I beat him/but it was a pyric victory/because I still wanted to be him/ later on I heard he burnt his brain cells out on acid/much the same as me/but instead of becoming paranoid, bi-polar and manic like me,

he

just

turned

into

a

dribbling

retard

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circus faux prez beats – odd nosdam

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Tetsuo/Japanese Monsters/Dinosauroid

 

Utagawa Kuniyoshi (1797-1861) was one of the last great masters of the Japanese ukiyo-e  style of woodblock prints and painting, and is associated with the Utagawa school.

The range of Kuniyoshi’s preferred subjects included many genres: landscapes, beautiful women, Kabuki actors, cats, and mythical animals. He is known for depictions of the battles of samurai and legendary heroes. His artwork was affected by Western influences in landscape painting and caricature.

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Tetsuo: The Iron Man
1. Megatron (05:04)
2. The Sixth Tooth (06:34)
3. Rana-Porosa Porosa I (05:47)
4. Mausoleum (04:16)
Tetsuo II: Body Hammer
5. Lost (06:39)
6. Dinosauroid (03:16)
7. Rana-Porosa Porosa II (01:57)
8. A Burned Figure (04:05)

Soundtrack:  Chu Ishikawa – Tetsuo: The Iron Man

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Galen Rowell – Western China/Mountains of the Middle Kingdom

a year ago, we meandered through western china/ate dumplings and tsampa/with yaks milk and butter/and tea that tasted of old cheese/and rode horses in the mountains/and breathless up stairs from the altitude/tiny pool halls with broken cues/and snuggled under piles of blankets in ornate rooms all painted wood/and tattered prayer flags flapping in the wind on lonely temples/ and incense sticks thick as john holmes/and twice as long/sky burials we missed eating cucumber in dirt floor houses that smelt of firewood, colours grimy with soot/our hosts trying to arrange marriages with their daughters/and creaky cable cars through the misty rain/and tree tops/ feet hanging down from orange plastic seats/huddled on tiny chairs drinking steaming tea/and rain so soft/ tibetan prayer wheels and tiny villages with watch towers and fields of corn/ and fresh walnuts we smashed open with rocks/noodles in broth and bunches of dried chili hung in doorways/and shirt off cool beers and szechuan hot pots of red oil/sweating in the heat and murk of the whole place/mahjong clattering on fold out wooden tables/and through the chilled plates of strange foods and skewered organs

china

is

still

wild

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Galen Avery Rowell (August 23, 1940 – August 11, 2002) was a noted wilderness photographer and climber. Born in Oakland California, he became a full-time photographer in 1972.


Annie Get Your Gun/Cannibal Holocaust/Night of the Wang

and the porn then was visceral, all meat and potatoes with a side order of meat/todays filth so clinical with rubbery cold flesh, astro glide, the smell of bleached surfaces and antibacterial hand gel/there is no vaginal discharge, stray hairs, wet pussys, just cold lube smeared on cold thighs sickly sweet/a machine pumping out dilated cunts and viagra engorged wangs.

and they asked buttman in a documentary about his fixation with anal, and he said that it was because it was ‘real’ that you get a ‘real’ reaction from the actress/and I like that, porn thats ‘real’/and rocco siffredi still holds the fort down/no antibacterial hand gel or viagra there/the last great porn auteur/dirty anal kelly in rome part 2 his citizen kane.

and I heard about a cocktail, called a mexican hooker, that consists of tequila, tuna brine and tabasco/and thought it sounded quite good/and talking of mexican hookers, if they all looked like jessica alba in the killer inside me/I’d be continually broke/and they don’t understand that casey affleck is the physically small, appearingly mild mannered psychopath that jim thompson captured and characterised in a lot of his books/and played it perfectly.

so enjoy the tattered magazine covers/ranging from sinister to hillarious/with wild typographic design/and semen glazed laminate/and the riz ortolani soundtrack/ecclectic sounds that somehow are never disjointed/so go get your gun and lets christen this evening

the

night

of

the

wang

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soundtrack: Cannibal Holocaust – Riz Ortolani

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On the beach/Figure heads/Origami & Tessellations

moodboards with a beach/shell/tessellation/origami theme, burnt oranges, sepia, monochrome and washed out olive and navy colour palette.

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Antique Porn/Who would you fuck?/A basement apartment in Cohoes

“The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.”

Kilgore Trout

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and it was a toss up between a collection of all those sticky sickly color climax magazine covers where the penises and vaginas all look red raw or these dusty old antique porn images/but it was my mood/and I was drawn to the breasts/the slightly sagging honesty of them/the backgrounds/shoes/and frilly things/lingerie from the the schizophrenic shufflings of a time machine with a mechanical hard-on/their expressions/the accessibility of their imperfection/and the regular beauty we get today so homogenous/with trimmed clams/and dull visits to the gym/the war on cellulite/and the ladies seem cool with it/cool that their bodies are so random and different/and so sexualised because of this/and I want something tangible/something real/ to eat the type of pussy you need to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand when shes done/all these ladies come hard all shaking thighs around your ears/no theatrics/and it makes me think of Kilgore Trout/and Ghostface/and ODB/wide open beavers/but the question is/not about the scattered time periods

but who

would

you

fuck?

soundtrack: Supreme Clientele – Ghostface Killah

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Jauna Gaita

Cover artwork for the Latvian magazine Jauna Gaita

Published by the exiled Latvian community in the USA from the Soviet occupation of Latvia until the early 1990s.

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