29 Monday May 2017
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This is probably the last of the Things Sculptures Think series. I’m combining 2 for this post that reference movies. ‘Cause I can.
“Mellllllltiiiiiiing! Melllllltiiiiiiiiing! Who would’ve thought a little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness?!”
“It’s just a flesh wound! Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what’s coming to ya! I’ll bite your legs off!”
28 Sunday May 2017
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Continuing on with all the fun, I’m going to sharing the inner thoughts of another sculpture. Fair warning: statues like to swear a lot.
“This is some serious bullshit, y’all.”
27 Saturday May 2017
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france, inner monologue, musee d'orsay, paris art, sculpture, statue, what sculptures are thinking, what statues are thinking
As a reminder, while we were on our tour of cities along the Seine, we saw a lot of sculptures. I happen to quite like sculpture, but at certain point, I hit information overload and my way of coping was imagining what the sculptures were thinking. For your viewing pleasure, I’ve been sharing their inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw. Here’s another. Fair warning: statues are crass.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love being able to work from home. I don’t even have to get dressed in the morning. Every day is casual Friday around here, bitchez! 24/7 naked time!! But damn, all that typing and jerking off. I think I’m getting carpal tunnel syndrome…”
26 Friday May 2017
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Continuing on with the inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw in France:
“Okay, Jenn, you balance the toilet paper roll on your head and I’ll take the selfie and sext it to Brian. Then we can live stream our pillow fight!”
25 Thursday May 2017
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I’ve been sharing the inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw in France. This one is short and sweet. Fair warning: statues like to swear a lot.
“I can’t believe I’m fucking naked with a fucking pigeon on my head in the middle of fucking Paris. Again.”
24 Wednesday May 2017
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Continuing yesterday’s awesomeness, I’m sharing the inner thoughts of some of the sculptures we saw along our trip down the Seine. This trio was hanging out in the Louvre, which just seems dangerous to me. What if one of their balls (I mean the actual balls, not the one guy’s testicles) got away from them while they were playing and broke something? Clearly security at the Louvre is getting lax. Fair warning: statues like to swear a lot.
“This has to be the worst game ever. Are we playing badminton? Baseball? We need to rethink what we hit the ball with. Maybe we should invent Quidditch now.”
“Quit your bitching. I can’t believe I lost the coin toss. Next time we’re playing shirts and skins, not pants and skins.”
“Shut up. Can someone get me a fucking sports bra?”
23 Tuesday May 2017
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As promised yesterday, I’m going to share the inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw. Fair warning: statues like to swear a lot.
“I am tired of all these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!”
22 Monday May 2017
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art, france, gladiator, inner monologue, paris, sculpture, statue, versaille sculpture, versailles, what sculptures are thinking, what statues are thinking
While we were on our tour of cities along the Seine, we saw a lot of sculptures. I happen to quite like sculpture, but at certain point, I hit information overload and my way of coping was imagining what the sculptures were thinking. For your viewing pleasure, over the coming days, I’m going to share the inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw. Fair warning: statues like to swear a lot.
“Shit. I’m exhausted. That was a rough battle. Luckily, I looked cool in my awesome hemp necklace. I was…wait. Is that an ear? Is that AN EAR?! Oh my god, there’s a fucking ear lying on the ground right next to me! I think I’m gonna throw up. I’d move, but I appear to have lost part of my foot…Holy shit, is that my ear?! This day suuuuuuucks.”
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