Guest Speaker: Messages from The Dead

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i'm not sure exactly how these genitalia work...

but they are the precursors of genitalia

that have been more carefully defined...

both visually, and conceptually.

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Some examples of what The Dead are trying to tell me:

[ Taken from my 'Day Predictor' --

Which is actually pretty accurate! ]

All dates from 2006

Sunday January 8th : Slightly Bad Day Predicted

Soul Haile Unemplo

Monday January 9th : Somewhat Better Day Predicted

Mercy Eest Mind Ot Dawn

Wednesay January 11th : Slightly Bad Day Predicted

Edsh Buttoct Insaw

Thursday January 12th : Very, Very Bad Day Predicted

Nep Kabbalah Bd Pole Canad

Thursday Janyary 19th : Very, Very Bad Day Predicted

Window Skulilli

Friday January 27th : Marginally Good Day Predicted

CØK9∞±ALI ≠#$6@3LM∞!#£ 4

[ The Predictor allows for Two Kinds of Messages from The Dead;

Either Reasonably Pre-Intelligible or Anything Goes,

The Dead are allowed to select which mode they wish to use. ]

Wednesday February 1st : Slightly Good Day Predicted

Fixionanansa Trage

Wednesday February 8th : Pretty Good Day Predicted

Eynd You Vaindrn Tran

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Is there something about being dead
that so corrupts their thinking that
communicating with the living is nearly impossible,
or is it simply that the method i've chosen
to allow intercorporal communication
has psuedorandomality too habituated into it's functionality,
to allow the feeble dead to subjugate this detriment...???

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Or maybe i'm attracting the wrong ilk of dead
to guide me with their flawless wisdom.

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Story: De →Vice

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the device here is not -very- articulated

just as it shouldn't be.

devices of the future are to be incomprehensible anyway.

is this picture from the future?

where else could it come from...!

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The unDefined 'Cocksman' is dipsy

After yacketayakking all night

In the jail's bowling alley.

He's 'Roadside Crazy' --

Which means that; in Canada,

He would have been able to drive from the present,

Into the lung shaking future that came after

The end of The Teletubbies.

By any other name;

The Great Holy, Coastal, Transmigrational English --

[ As opposed to The Monstrously UnGodly European Crowned Lambs ]

-- Were drawn to Stonewall,

Committing to this Birmingham Kingdom

of Turpentine Golgotheans

That they have the Telephones to visually snip

The Hellish Pavement from

Their waking eyes.

Behind them;

Farmboys snigger.

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A Tale of Woe : Basement Hallucination

A Tale of Woe: Carl's Second Date with Lucy
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"Ouch!"
"You're doing it to yourself!"
"Stop that!"
"Shut up over there!"
"Turn the music down!"
"I want to have children by next Thursday."
"O.K."
Far away; as usual, The gawds didn't seem to be paying attention.
[ But they were. ]
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A Tale of Woe : A Hetrosexual Tubesock

A Tale of Woe: Lulu's stain.
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After the world came to an end...
[ As seen from the year 2416 ]
Lulu took up many odd jobs.
"It pays the rent."

"What else is there to do."
"I get bored otherwise."
Were her pat answers; If anyone chose to ask.
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A Tale of Woe : Jumping Submariner

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A Tale of Woe : DNA as an Ungodly Bouillabaisse

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A Tale of Woe : An Algebraic; In Loose Yellow

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A Tale of Woe : Ekpan's Purgatory

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A Tale of Woe : The Second Tantrum

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A Tale of Woe : Bettyjean

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A Tale of Woe : Laura's Appointment

A Tale of Woe: Ross' Lumbermaid
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"She only cost $3.12 in 1844 dollars." Myk said.
"That's over 6000 these days though."
"So."
"You think that she's a good deal?"
"Then why are we discussing her."

"She's new." -- "Aren't you happy about her?"
"Aren't you happy with her?"
Aren't you happy for her?"

"Yes." -- "I'm happy for her..."
"...If she's happy for herself."
"Well..."
"Who but Jesus & Dr. Guknoes can answer that."
"And neither of them are here..." -- "That we can ask."
Next door; Cats were making peculiar sounds.
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Story: Sewing Brains Together

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This drawing has the same Cartoony

Styling that i really hate in my work,

But still; it's one of the better ones...

i think.

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It wasn't her usual routine to go out so late at night,

Especially when there had recently been reports [ Incipient Rumors ]

Of Shopping Center Managers hiding in her neighbor's garages

Wearing thin Polynesian boxer shorts that allowed their genitals to leak out,

If you sat in just 'the right' way.

On Thursday;

She checked the tan lines behind her ears and looked around for a scrap of paper

To write down her impressions,

But the cat had hidden them all.

On the TV;

At that same moment,

Avenging [ Off White ( Yellowish Khaki / Hazel Café au lait ] Angels
Made short work of several Non-European drug dealers
With their Broadpoint; Deuteronomously Flaming Swords.
Curiously; We never got to see where they put their swords
When they weren't slicing amorphous chunks from darkly hued drug dealers
Selling cartoon imprinted lollypops to curly pelaged ragamuffins
With filthy bandaids covering their misshapen elbows--
or Emaciated teenagers waiting in line at the abortion clinic,
or Sparsely covered dogs, leaning over into a lush garden of reddish pickles.

More unbelievable things began happening at the warehouse
In The Puerto Rican District,

But no one was there with a Video Camera to record any of it.

It was all as lost as the brittle scrolls at The Library of Alexandria.

Cats wept.

[ Over what; we may never know ]

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Story: Microwave Towers

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Perhaps the most recognizable feature in this drawing

is that the woman on the left,

has spiked, clug like protuberances

that have replaced her hands...

Are these included because i can't draw hands...???

Partly; but i also like the look of them.
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It was every boys dream.

Can you honestly say that you've never snuck into a woman lavatory,

Reached deep into the trash bin with your shaking, damp arms-- to find:
A scented bun of thickly wrapped tissue... containing;
A bloody [ plus; the intrauterine lining ] tampon, or sanitarian's 'napkin',
Then taken it to the sink to freshen it,

And sucked it's contents,
like it was the cream filling of a cretinous, cinnamon danish,

Into your tiny 14 year old mouth?
[ at least once...? ]

Lorretta found me under the boxes at the Asian market.

i was nude; and pawing at my spot-- raw and attracting busy flies.

At home; i have a book on flies.

At the library; there is a book on how to insert a tampon.

i asked Lorretta if i could insert her tampon.

That was 6 weeks before The Cricket tried to crush my skull with a Canon Color Printer.

i was thinking that morning about Subterranean Witches,
and The Troll Queen.

If you even meet The Troll Queen, you'll be given 3, or 5, Wishes.

i was deciding what to wish for--
When my councilor told me to stop masturbating at the bus stop.

"There's a place for that," she reminded me,
"And that place, is Eternal Damnation."

As she was telling me this;
i was bending over in a most obvious manner, to look up her dress.

She considered this normal,
and encouraged all the boys to try to sneak a peek.

What we saw;

Those of us that saw anything,

Changed the squishy molecules in our brains;

Permanently.

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Story: Lonely Rabbit

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this is that sort of drawing

where you start somewhere...

like the eye, and then start drawing around it

and keep going,

until the paper is pretty much filled up.

The last neon sign suddenly went out

Over a corner grocery store

In a small town in Illinois.

The Blind Watchmaker;

Blinded with the love of burning shoelaces

In a dish of Vanilla Icecream--

--Shaped like The Planet Venus,

Had only a discarded hamburger in his pocket

As the van he was riding in pulled past the tall building

That held the two missionaries from

Robert Blakes Museum of Skinny BareArmed Girls.

He could see them ( with his third eye ) doing Yoga like bending exercises

Tor preadolescent artists through the huge, uncurtained windows,

Two stories below the highway overpass.

In a kitchen beside the blinking lights of an abandoned school bus,

A lonely rabbit waited for the refrigerator door to swing shut.

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Story: Running Weep

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This one came out pretty well... ( ? )

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The pamphlet the Judy [ William's cousin ] brought from China eariler that week
Described The lofty Triangle of Intelligence [ Used here in an unusual sense ]
That drinking gyzym was thought to have on weeping children.

The pure leap of a city resting in a dark coma emptied the streets of protesters,

While The Green Terror;
( that opium farmers called 'Naught Consciousness' )

Found a truck filled with kewl minkcoats,

Created by stoop shouldered Tangerian office workers,
Reincarnated from the remains of jackets blown up in
The 'Went Bottle Salvation' disaster of 2001.

[ Largely overlooked by the popular media ]

In Wendy's closet;
An Avenue of newly created
Indian Time on Edge of The Eastern Wrist Wig-Pick,
threw another algebraic on the 'Barbie' and returned to
The Truck.

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Story: Two Independant Ashcans

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You may have noticed that this figure has
a Third Eye...
While Third Eyes are by no means a Rarity
i do like to think of them as an elemental archetype

in my personal Vocabulary.

She also has something of a grimace

which is found much more often than smiles...

But i like to add teeth, full sets of nice white teeth

to a drawing from time to time...

Speaking of facial expressions...

One aspect of Asperger's is that Autistic Humanimals

in general have a hard time distinguishing emotional states

based on 'facial expressions'...

This may be curious, because my therapist once noted
that The Characters in my Drawings had such
'Rich' Facial Expressions--

But of course...

i don't have any sense of 'What they mean...' ( ??? )

i just like to create 'Goofy' faces by
fiddling with eye or eyebrow positions

or mouth shapes and so on...

They don't really 'Mean' anything to me...!!!

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Lorries second bath was meant to shame The Islamic community.

A nightmare of The Bleak Wounded Ashcan filled her thoughts that evening.

Another girl [ TrianglePolygon ( that's her name! ) ]

Was present when a sudden Nostalgia of
The Ancient Heavenly Turkish Ashcan
Stunned The Bombed Princess.

A Galaxy Burst.

Thumbelina's tiny bust shifted as Adam [ The Ghoul ]
From a stairway behind the blind moon
of The Wild Fish Terrorist League,
Demanded everyone follow him
and A Jehovian hellish Angel named 'Ebola Prose'.

"Never."
Was what the Academies of Harpsichord Sitters replied.

Was it secretly obtainable?

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