Some of us were inseminated with Divine intent to carry babies. The offspring of these whores are mysterious, fatherless bastards and prodigal sons of Immaculate Conceptions.
On the other hand, the vast majority of us were inseminated with the Divine intent to just plain fuck up. We go about our day to day life, hoping we too can be the unwed holy mother of a fabaceous fetus, giving us the glimmer and glamour of adventure and human sacrifice, and labeling ourselves as forever Immortal and remembered religiously in poetry and prose. We long to be special; to procreate a story. These hopes and dreams of the masses are what I call Immaculate Misconceptions. The boredom we generate from the monotony of our humdrum routines fuel this need to create our own stories- to imagine our own Immaculate Conception.
Here at Immaculate Misconceptions, my goal is to provide you with stories. Though you may not be living your own, I'll let you partake in mine.
I want to share my daily hijinks, urban quests and remarkable whims through witty exposé and photography.
So pull on your woolly socks and let's find a story.
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