Check out my Origin Story.
Here's an unedited iphone pic of me shooting a rainbow out of my cock:
Here's a pic of me cradling a charred zombie corpse:
here's a pic of me from the Jerusalem Post in 1986:
sigh, I was such a cute kid. What went wrong?
go do something awesome and tell me about it.
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RONEN at RONENV dotcom
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Here is a gif. I recorded it in Williamsburg one summer’s day at a used book street vendor.
I feel like this butterfly. It’s sitting on something it appreciates, but it can’t fathom the depth of information and beauty contained in the book— it doesn’t even realize or understand that it IS a book, or what a book is; it’s just a shiny smooth thing to rest on in the sun. and as that, it’s good.
But the book, too, has no understand of the the beauty and experience of the butterfly..
Imagine your leg falls asleep, and you never walk again to avoid that one moment of discomfort waking it. That’s most people psychologically.
The universe is indifferent. But it’s filled with candy and sexy people, so that’s okay.
It’s always dangerous when I meet someone as perverted as I am.