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Blography: Pornography or Subconscious



"When you go on vacation, you take lots of pictures that you put in photo albums when you get home, so you can show them to your friends and thusly share the experience. Blography is the photo album for my continuous Internet vacation."

-- from about.php

Is the existence of explicit sex on the internetz quite natural? because it's really jus' a collective mind? And doesn't the collective mind hide many sexually explicit grafix? Seeing ourselves naked? Idealizing bodies?

Would you share this with your mother? Would you share this wife your wife? Husband or father? Would you share all your thoughts, and is the internetz a collective unconscious or public forum?

blography is an inneresting way to explore.

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