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Monday, March 11, 2013

I will finally finish Finnegan's Wake.

The chromatic typewriter by Tyree Callahan will revolutionize the way we read. The page in the typewriter, is from Joseph Conrad's Book: The Duel (The Point Of Honor: A Military Tale). Remarkable!

Friday, March 1, 2013

Summer time activities

With the locusts thrumming their hypnotic sound and a couple of little rends twittering that fast talk of a song, the fat summer morning was turning into a bloated hot afternoon. One fly landed on top of his head while another snuck down to the back of his knee. At the same instance he made for that tormentor from Hell, that satanic angle, that wicked piece of gods creation, on the top of his head, the stealthy ass hole on the back of his knee, excreted acid, dissolved his flesh, then sucked it up though a proboscis. Its hard to say if it was pain or more like an electric shock. And as such, Lucky went down as if the riot police from some southern district had knee capped him like a Yankee college student.

Mati Klarwein

Friday, January 25, 2013

Woodland walk produces cognitive impairment.

There is a section of the woods that I usually walk through, that produces a suspicious gap in time. Could be that by this time and point in my walk through the woods, my brain either can't handle the stimuli, or doesn't have enough, then disengages, and goes on auto pilot. Total awareness while in motion is the key to keeping my mind from disengaging at that particular point in the path; so I kept at it until I could see in a wide view and was immersed in the present like never before, and still I checked out while passing through this patch of forest. It's a shame, from what I remember from before this phenomenon began, was a small dark tunnel of red buds underneath the larger tulip trees with the ancient oaks surrounding the perimeter - beautiful. I'm starting to believe there is some other force at play and have begun a covert campaign to sneak up on that spot from a different direction all together. Most approaches to that tunnel of trees, are blocked by a thicket of black raspberry bushes, (very stickery) and other thorny plants. This really only leaves two other approaches open; the path and a tiny water shed - that's devious - and I'm sure it must be an intelligent decision of some kind of forest gardener. I watch those black raspberry bushes like a starved blue jay; and just when they're at the height of ripeness; and I'm sure I'll be the first one to get the pick; the berries are A: picked clean, or B: I can't seem to find them. If I don't believe a supernatural woodland presence, then it boils down to my cognitive abilities being impaired, and I can't have that.

Fernando Botero

Remedios Varo

Jacek Yerka

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the circus?

This was Our main advertising poster. Upon arriving in town, we would hang this any where we could. It would have worked better with dates, times, and the name of our circus, ect.

Our star attraction, was the dog of bad habits.

The "taped up man" was a favorite of the ladies.

Wes Naman

I know two headed lamas are a dime a dozen, but ours could tell jokes.

Between shows we all fit into our cozy caravan, and traveled from town to town.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Zombie goofy could be an ancient alien cyborg.

The question of Goofy's species has been a preoccupation of mine for not even close to Seventy years. Questions have been asked and theorem's formed but nothing of consequence has ever come to pass. Other cartoon creatures have been formed, animated, and forgotten with out too much of an investigation into their biological classification, but this Goofy thing persists. The key to this question is whether his friend, the mouse is truly a mouse, and not more of a short big eared Goofy, or Goofy is a distortion of Micky. Yes, a mixture of an undead cartoon mouse, and a misplaced colony of nanobots that have made a hive out of the carcass, distorting the mouse features into Goofy. The proof is Warren Spector and his timeless images of what such a world these things are emitted from.