It's been a while since we've encountered something that made us throw up in our mouths a little. Last time around, it was yogurt cultured from someone's hoo-hah. Now... now, it's a cubic meter of refigerated sperm being collected by French artist Philippe Meste. Yuck.

The ‘Spermcube’ contains all the possibilities of life, all possible figures in distressing agglomeration, one on top of the other, without a background, or with their own interlacing and gesticulation as background, a biopolitically incorrect machine celibataire that generates anonymity, undifferentiated and powerless life.

Sure does. You know what else it's got? 264 gallons of goopy, clotted spooge. Ohhh, yeesh... right now, in our throat, it feels like we just did that one shot of tequila where you're like "Seriously, that was fucking stupid," and start to figure out where the nearest exit/bathroom is.

Still, we like art, and we like random French shit, and we like having orgasms, so we'll make a pledge to all of you right here and now: if we can get five dudes to commit to joining us, we -- meaning me, Scanner Bryan -- will get over our disgust and pledge to donate a lovin' spoonful of our own little sailors to the project. That apparently entails sending a note to the artist and getting some sort of "donor kit," which we're assuming we fill up and mail back, or maybe they send the Sperm Fairy to get it or something, and probably doing some sort of interview with us about it later so that we can blog it all.

So gentlemen, who's with us?