I’m not sure what I was doing the other day to make me think of this, but out of nowhere I was like, “I CANNOT believe that Brian Austin Green gets to put his dick inside of Megan Fox.” You know who Brian Austin Green is, right? That guy who danced all the time for no reason with his mucousy tongue hanging out like a dead cow’s on 90210. Didn’t he just sit by and let his hand job tutor/best friend shoot himself in the face on that show? THIS is the kind of guy you want farting in his sleep on you, Megan Fox? I don’t endorse any of this.
Oh! I know what I was doing that made me think of BAG and Megan Fox’s unholy union, I was reading up on celebrities who are in open relationships or open marriages and found THIS.
I have no knowledge as to the credibility of a site called frisky.com, but I sure as shit believe that Megan Fox could get away with an arrangement like this. I can just hear the convo that they had about it now:
Continue: Kelly’s Krush Korner - Megan Fox
Stephen King has been pretty forthcoming about the fact he’s not satisfied with his literary legacy. $45 million dollars and one of the most massive readerships ever not withstanding, he apparently also would enjoy some goddamn canonical respect, perhaps to transcend the ranks of gamers and fat kids and stand alongside William Faulkner and Jose Saramago. Or, you know, Jonathan Franzen.
When King recently announced plans for a follow up to The Shining (http://www.imdb.com/news/ni15953386), I couldn’t help but imagine him hoping somehow this next one would be the book that changed his fate. More so, I couldn’t help thinking what it would be like if instead of trying to write more literary novels, like, you know,Cell, and, uh, Under the Dome, he might just put one of those other lucky becoming-canonized American literary motherfuckers in the story.
I took the liberty of sketching some ideas for such a book.
The Creators Project Kicks Off 2012 With First-Ever San Francisco Event!
More: A Few from ‘Stories’
From 2008 to 2011, award-winning Magnum photographer Jacob Aue Sobol wandered around Tokyo, Bangkok, and his native Copenhagen, taking photographs for his first collection, Stories. Aptly named, the images contained within transform everyday interactions with humans, objects, and at least one scruffy kitty into intense, moody compositions that make everything he shoots look like a snapshot from some harrowing—or uplifting—WWII tale (we mean this in the best of ways). Or, in Jacob’s words: “In my constant search for closeness and intimacy, I photograph humans fixed in their play, passion, despair, and exhaustion. And in between, the landscapes, shapes, and textures that surround us. In Stories I invite us to rise above our day-to-day security and to relate to our own body and existence.”
More: A Few from ‘Stories’
Writing a Lana Del Rey think piece (click for livestream)
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