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A Tale of Woe : Prison Queen
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Story: Mabel's Lost Brunch
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More Mensturating...
or is it...???
or is it...???
Another Film Recommendation:
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In a Hometown of unspecified locality...
The police jail a Ratfink Seraphim
After an ostensibly, routine traffic incident.
After an ostensibly, routine traffic incident.
The Revolution;
Being broadcast on cable-- right now --began with a prose poem describing
The Diner; "Ebola Sob Story"
Being broadcast on cable-- right now --began with a prose poem describing
The Diner; "Ebola Sob Story"
Given this:
It left 'Bop Riverbanks' intoxicated.
It left 'Bop Riverbanks' intoxicated.
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Story: Rude Neighbor
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You may not be able to tell from this drawing
But the creature on the rock is supposed to be
a Tardigrade!
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"You've got to see Francisco dancing,
"You've got to see Francisco dancing,A little running beside the railroad,
And an icy disgorged flame stepping freely
In a reality of good ( skinny ) small town religion
Before you leave this party..."
Story: Long Puddles of Ennúi
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i had just finished looking through a book on ♣
( that guy that drew the tortures of war...??? )
( that guy that drew the tortures of war...??? )
And he also drew from Bull Fights...
So i was going to put some bulls into this picture.
So i was going to put some bulls into this picture.
The more i think about what i'm going to put into a picture
the lamer the final result will be!
The good ones don't come from me...
i merely act as a conduit for some other lunatic,
in another dimension -- someplace...???
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The Grey Fish stepped off the train in Prussia
And had to be reminded that it was now 4 hours earlier than in Macedonia.
The Grey Fish stepped off the train in PrussiaAnd had to be reminded that it was now 4 hours earlier than in Macedonia.
"There will be more toast than jam." He replied to the secretary.
Skinny aliens; chewing absentmindedly on the legs of green worms,
Watched with disinterested smirks.
Everyone in the 5th period opened their books to find traces of the remains.
"Not a clever crime." The Sergeant insisted.
& Yet; it was never satisfactory explained.
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Story: Road Signs
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i got really fed up with my drawings awhile ago
and started using photographs again
as base material...
i usually randomly take two pictures, start with one,
then try to find some room on the paper to fit in
some or all of the second...
and if an octopus can be squeezed in too--
and if an octopus can be squeezed in too--
So much the better.
In the original Photo's, The Three Characters used
on the Right, all had clothes on,
and the girl was not a bioform.
Also: The girl in the foreground was not
a Neaderthal.
i LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Neanderthals...!!!
And Dwarves... Although they don't appear in
And Dwarves... Although they don't appear in
my drawings quite so often.
And; of course-- highly anomalous genitalia.
Krescian™ dabbed at her left eye with the orange disinfectant.
Jueju wondered if confusion was the correct emotion to cry over.
Mrs. [ L ] wore her most important hat.
O'qimûia came that afternoon to ask about the recipé,
For something like brownies,
But had those giant pecans skins added after the eggs set... ( ? )
For something like brownies,
But had those giant pecans skins added after the eggs set... ( ? )
Mrs. [ L ] needed someone to keep a diary of her ghost adventures,
And that was the wrong time to be entering
The Smokers Lounge.
And that was the wrong time to be entering
The Smokers Lounge.
Private spots began appearing on the dogs face.
Above them;
A Centipede [ 18_inches ( ± 3 ) long ]
Made its way over their browning ceiling.
A Centipede [ 18_inches ( ± 3 ) long ]
Made its way over their browning ceiling.
The baby noticed that something was very wrong,
But no one heeded it's mousish, hysterical screams.
But no one heeded it's mousish, hysterical screams.
Rolls of fat hung off Denise's best party dress.
A Chinese woman, in a state, far away,
Felt that a glass of milk had been spilt somewhere,
But her divining rod was acting up again.
Felt that a glass of milk had been spilt somewhere,
But her divining rod was acting up again.
She needed a new one; But they are surprisingly expensive in her small town.
Then the picture of his mother fell from the dining room wall.
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Story: StinkBugs
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This is not a very good one,
One feature that annoys me the most
Even though this was accurately translated
from the source photo...
Is that the girl on the left's, right hand
is not compressing the mattress.
It looks very wrong to me.
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Margourie ( Judy; To most of her family )
Left the bowl of scotch & gyzym pudding out on the counter,
in The Rosicrucian's Church basement.
Left the bowl of scotch & gyzym pudding out on the counter,
in The Rosicrucian's Church basement.
This was her 5th of an allowable 9 Offenses and would have to dealt with by
The Informal Mullahs that lived across the street,
In a shed that was originally built, more than 60 years ago,
To hold Alex Spencktor's [ pos: ( ? ) Spinktar ] Blueflame Tire Collection.
The Informal Mullahs that lived across the street,
In a shed that was originally built, more than 60 years ago,
To hold Alex Spencktor's [ pos: ( ? ) Spinktar ] Blueflame Tire Collection.
In 1967;
The collection mysteriously disappeared,
And Alex moved to either Florida or New Hampshire... [ or Belarus ( ? ) ]
The collection mysteriously disappeared,
And Alex moved to either Florida or New Hampshire... [ or Belarus ( ? ) ]
His sister took over the house,
And began renting various rooms, and the red & green shed
To whomever showed up at her door.
The 2nd Story bathroom was rented to an Clinically Obese Rail Gaurd
That filled yellow legal notebooks with his conjectures relating
SuperQuanta, Set Theory & Foreign Languages
Spoken by a nearly unknown sect of pygmies
Whose eyes were just a little too closely set together... ( ? )
And began renting various rooms, and the red & green shed
To whomever showed up at her door.
The 2nd Story bathroom was rented to an Clinically Obese Rail Gaurd
That filled yellow legal notebooks with his conjectures relating
SuperQuanta, Set Theory & Foreign Languages
Spoken by a nearly unknown sect of pygmies
Whose eyes were just a little too closely set together... ( ? )
He used several differently coloured pens,
And cut out photographs of pies & biscuits; Then pasted them over crude drawings
of naked women ostensibly saying things like
"Rotational delimiters in null sets make my freckles itch!"
And cut out photographs of pies & biscuits; Then pasted them over crude drawings
of naked women ostensibly saying things like
"Rotational delimiters in null sets make my freckles itch!"
After The Mullahs returned from work, [ bakers ( ? ) ]
They found a note in the yellow bucket under their porch,
Which was the means by which thier neighbors communicated with them.
They found a note in the yellow bucket under their porch,
Which was the means by which thier neighbors communicated with them.
They changed into their Mullah outfits
And stalked over to the church, which they found empty.
And stalked over to the church, which they found empty.
This was normal the tall one thought-- but said nothing.
When dogs began to howl across from the park,
They set off to find Maggie-- [ Peggy's sister ]
They set off to find Maggie-- [ Peggy's sister ]
But then the Aliens arrived in two tone stationwagons,
Brand new ones; Judging from the absence of scratch marks
Or an accumulation of mud under the wheel wells.
Brand new ones; Judging from the absence of scratch marks
Or an accumulation of mud under the wheel wells.
Fearing the worst,
Children that preferred oatmeal to cream of wheat
Hid under their olive green blankets.
Children that preferred oatmeal to cream of wheat
Hid under their olive green blankets.
But they were taken anyways.
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Story: Roar
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One of the quirky things about my drawing style
is that i never make any preliminary sketches...
This may seem obvious when you view these doodles,
But what i'm really saying is that i don't Think About
what i'm about to draw AT ALL...!!!
i may have selected a photo(s) to work from,
But i don't put the figures into a context until
i'm done blocking out the main objects
and even then, when i move on to the coloured pencil phase
and even then, when i move on to the coloured pencil phase
i may change the background in it's entirety.
i may even change major elements after i begin with
the water colours.
It's all Very Spontaneous.
This drawing is very indicative of not knowing
where to proceed towards...???
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Mostly; She hated the noise.
But the indeterminate brown under her fingernails
worried her just as much.
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Story: Gallery Exhibitionism
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This is a very rare Sadistic Image
from my Trove of Drawings...
Although; Gawd knows, i was saturated with this
sort of thing when i was growing up...!!!
You just don't see this sort of thing anymore in common circulation...
( Maybe on The Internet...??? )
Many people like to believe that contemporary movies are becoming
Many people like to believe that contemporary movies are becoming
More Violent & Graphic in their depictions of
Inhumanity towards their fellow humanimals, nature, used furniture,
casual grocery items & the naked gawds...
But when i was growing up;
A very popular magazine genré was True Detective Stories
Which featured Many Different titles,
All with Incredibly Lurid Covers of Women
All with Incredibly Lurid Covers of Women
Being Debased and Humiliated in
The Most Sexually Perverse Manners...
And these would be sold on
The Magazine Racks of Supermarkets...!!!
My Mother used to buy all that there were available...!
i'm sure she must have cried and cried
When they went out of style...!!!
( Curiously; i never read any of the articles...!
i somehow knew that even looking at them was wrong & sinful...
and at a time when i was desperate to be seen as 'The Good Child'...??? )
Another source for my natureal sexual perversity,
Which is usually simmering, unseen,
or at least; Concealed openly...
Was a 'How to Draw' book that i got from the Public Library
when i was around 12_years old...
It was conventional in most respects and featured many
different subjects to draw from,
But when it came to the section on Anatomy,
It contained page after page of women; naked women--
Invariably with their hands roughly secured
behind their backs, tied to chairs or posts or face down
with their legs frantically kicking in the air...! ( ? )
Along with that;
i had access to my uncles extensive Playboy Collection
that featured the works of Brad Holland, Vargas,
Harvey Kurtzman, and so many others--
Then there was National Lampoon
& All The Children's Book Illustrators from
The 30's such as Arthur Rackham, Howard Pyle &
Jessie Wilcox Smith...
...Who lived when you could draw naked, sexually specific babies
...Who lived when you could draw naked, sexually specific babies
or beautiful women, being lowered into vats of Acid...
Those times; Formed my Gestalt.
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Under the stairs in his mother's house,
Tiny mice with a rare skin disease,
tried to claw their own eyes out one afternoon
when a neighbor discovered the piles of colourless human excrement
spread out gently beside the tree
that her grandfather had planted 2 months before going off to war.
She stood unsteadily as The Earth lurched forward and then back.
Andy spotted his cousins wood carvings in the gallery
that his girl friend dragged him to.
There were other exhibitions,
but he couldn't find anything that interested him.
"I can only see what I understand..."
She found a septagonical foreign coin in her damp coat pocket
& considered swallowing it,
Just to see how long it would take to pass through her--
She then recalled an episode of 'Leave it to Beaver'
in which a friend of The Beaver does just that and dies,
Not from the coin, or it's gastoenterological effects,
But in a horrific skateboarding accident...
It was all tied together... somehow...
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i was trying to do something with her lower lip
which is extending out at a disproportionately greater
distance than the upper...
But it doesn't look quite right.
There are numerous other problems as well...
But the fish came out pretty OK.
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What is not commonly understood by people that do not
hear voices, is that there are several kinds to listen for.
Type 0: Perfectly Ordinary External Voices.
Type 0.2: Perfectly Ordinary External Voices
that are 'Beamed' to you via a Directional Speaker so that
Persons standing immediately beside you will not hear them.
This is Devious to be sure, But the voices that you're hearing have
a well understood and easily verified origin.
Type 0.4: Radio Transmissions that are received via
a perfectly conventional electronic device implanted
by our own CIA. It's my personal belief that this Reference
to The CIA is a Euphemism for Some other Agency
whose Name & Agenda is Unknown.
Type A: Radio Transmissions of the type just defined,
Except that they're not from a well understood
External Source, Which would include;
Transmissions from an Alien Spacecraft.
Type B: Voices from a Type 0 or 0.2 Definition
Except that they're not from a Well Defined
External Source; Which would include;
Ghosts, Alien ESP &/or Unusually Bright Animals.
The distinction between Type A & B Voices is that
A's sound Crackly & B's sound Whispery.
Type C: Voices from your Id or Super Ego.
These need not be in your own voice,
even if you have a clear idea of
what your own voice sounds like.
They may alternatively be your voice
as it sounded when you were a child,
or they may be the voice of a relative, friend,
mere acquaintance or Complete Stranger.
One 'Speaker' is usually Dominant.
Type F: Voice from a Disembodied Fish.
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Lydia stood along the ledge outside her
posh Au Currant Motel Six Balcony
and tried to imagine the various permutations
of yoga like dreams concocted by hopeless lost snails,
dipping off a curb,
on their way onto a dark roadway,
several hours before the morning traffic begins.
The voice that she has identified as 'Rufus'
began speaking to her again.
It was from a disembodied fish,
but depicted in her doodles to her therapist as an actual fish,
for the purpose of clarity.
Her therapist; Dr. Gugu, was easy distracted
when her narratives became too hypothetical,
metaphorical or metonymistical.
Thursday she showed Dr. G her new injury
that she could not explain.
It looked like hamburger wrapped in an onion skin.
The Physician expressed no interest in it.
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