After looking at a few pamphlets on UFO abductions and reading a passage from L. Ron Hubbard's Introduction to Scientology Ethics, we sat down to shoot the shit about kidnap rescues, the Moonies, mind control, and other stuff like that.
While it always boils down to making shit that was all put together nicely all not-put-together nicely, the ways we've done it – and the reasons it has featured – have always been changing.
It was neat to look around and be like, 'Wow this is something that really transcends generation and gender or where you're from.' Like, people get down to this shit cause it's a really fundamental beat, a rhythm that comes right out of Africa.
'Commander in Chief' allows you to shit down the neck of international relations in all sorts of other exciting ways too: Proposition 8, for example, is worth fucking around with, pissing off African bishops and Sean Penn in turns.
So my question remains: how does one sit down to take a shit, before that shit ends up smeared down a vertical wall?
If we sit down to take a shit and realize we don't have our phone with us, you can bet your wet ass we're doing the pants down shimmy to grab it fast.
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Because, when it comes down to it, who gives a shit whether I'm chancellor of a university?
There are various theories as to what precisely caused the bloom to appear, and though we have yet to hear from karmic geologist Sharon Stone on the matter, at least one US commentator has put it down to the kind of "weird shit" nature pulls when you surround your torch relay with blue-tracksuited goons.
Scroll down to see more photos from Shit (RVB books), which is out on the 26th of November.
