What is not to love about this painting? It has a donkey, an owl, a flying crotchgoblin, and a muscular hussy.
Meanwhile, I see the evidence but am not aware of what happened to me last night. Empty bottles of moonshine. Left hand missing. Black soot on feet, teeth. Krakow yelping uncontrollably. Menacing footprints in the dirt. Perhaps hypnosis will help me reveal the events to myself.
Have a nice day.
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I'll tell you whats not to love, that sceret beast hiding in the hill. It's scary!
But I admit I love a flying Muff. And thats a Muff if I've ever seen one.
Oh you've seen one....
MM, did one of the goons steal your hand? This has been known to happen. You might want to consult with PD about getting a temporary "hook" replacement.
Corny, do not be afraid of the lurking beast. The large owl eyes offer protection. Crotchgoblin, fly to Corny and whisper pats into her ears.
Sloth, I will ask PD to help install hook. I have had one messengered to me in my shed. I believe there was a goon frenzy last night, I am forensically piecing it together.
MM, I will use your forensic investigations for my television show "What Happened?" Did you wake up compromised? Besides the missing hand of course.
I did not want to say it Krix but my member was fully lassoed and put on my lower back.
HOLY SMOKES MM!! That must've hurt. You were anethetized, no?
Krix it did not and does not hurt. My nerve endings have been severed by the over-consumption of the moonshine. I am sitting by myself with no left hand and a hook I cannot assemble. My member is lifting into the semi-erect state, I can feel it but not see it, it presses against my chair. I am rapturously desiring the hussies.
I am going to pay you a visit in the woods today. I will leave a pile of flowers behind your shed. I will hide behind a tree until you find me.
I am not yet ready for hide and seek Gertrude.
Fog, clouds, sad, purple, sick smell, underlying beast wilderness, intractable spitballs in hair, smears on pink walls, less ideas, more shaking, insults refine antennae, personality in head format, grooves and indentations, pin pricks to remind you to go back further under the bed, near the wall in the corner and get sucked away.
Lovely, Ham Paw. Lovely Ham Paw.
The mind grows in the shape of a hook? Are there nets in the kidneys? How does disease get filtered? There are too many ways to increase personal violation, to many knife-point cuts to evaluate. I am looking for neutral states through pain management. I am wanting to cut and be cut.
Ham Paw, the disease is a form of over-swaying, you are right. There is an over-absorption, a feeling of lack, it is shameful. Always shameful.
I am an open dark spiral. I am a swirling morass of need and empathy. I am here and gone and always around. I am me. Nothing.
Tenderness remains out of reach without the assistance of numbing devices. Ham Paw is very sensitive.
Dark Spiral is welcome. Empathy and need make the most lovely coupling. The cuts are interspersed between them, they make way for rot, but also, alertness.
Much sun in dark image. Many lucky friends and fiends give you. Open better inside. The forest of mind is tangled. The forest of heart is ajar.
Empty head is understood as the first step. The hooks and fingers weave strands of dread and culmination into knotted textural bunching. It is uncloaked. There is firm ground on the forest floor, hallucinogenic elixirs to absorb, ways of forgetting.
Yes MM Alertness, the fourth "A", a prized possesion, an uncommon attribute, a binding force of nature, like the rope on ships, or sap in hair.
Sushi, ajar heart-forest makes room for soothing comic interlopers, tangled mind-forest makes for spelling and iterations on the paper and in the ether. I love Sushi.
Rope ships and sap hair are soothing like feathers on flesh. It is mixed up but understood.
Sticky.
Good luck Ham Paw. Your hairs are your protection, your words and wicked spiralling thought-monkeys. You are lovely and special.
Hi Gas. It is also oily in places.
Can Gas make smelly rainbows in the asphalt?
Amassing word frenzy. Mental illness reigns.
Open.
Sushi Blameful, I am singing your name to myself all day.
Open to knockabouts.
Hi.
Many better song, "Openness" Mountain. Gas knows, Gas is much lucky. How meet this mist? How find ethereal? Sun inside, sing, "Openness"
Ok Sushi, whatever you say I will do. Your advice is many high.
Go into the forest and channel something from the movements of the leaves.
Swamped.
The frenetic binary code of leaves in the wind. the light dark on off spasms of foliage tell us everything, they write all text and think all thoughts. Squint and wonder how we can be that free.....
Flickers.
The crotchgoblin has nested on my cube. It is whispering limericks to the pewter wizard. He sounds scottish.
FB you rarely dance in the woods these days.
I am scratchy.
I like Scotch.
yes i love a good twist with the scitch. does MM need an eye patch?
I've got an eye patch for you MM.
Geez--eyes are on me today at the beige...ugh. Sneaking in some blogging....
I can also get you new hooks...whatever you need.
i still have my old jewel incrusted crotch flap for sale
dearest pd, mm needs both eyepatch and hook. needs you to help put them on. mm wants to poke your new look with hook-fingers. he wants to tousle the hair of your new beaux. lick his cheeks.
I will surgically implant the hook. No infection will take place.
Reigart wants some licking MM.
The house of menace has turned from the house of glory into ash and silt. I am consumption incarnate and turning you all into minus all pluses. Consider it a reprisal for nothing.
Encrypt self in wood and shamble-shacks. Succumb.
Tapeworms go fffftttt.
Tapeworms are attracted to lemon cookies.
whack back jacob. go eat some bacon
Where is the Jesus Juice in this photo?
i snuck out of my dungeon after slapping the bitch next to me and drank a double stoli on the rocks, oh fuck i think someone may smell it
Try garlic, it covers up the vodka smell, makes people want to run away from you.
I just tied my wench receptionist to the water cooler. She's a typist really, because she doesn't receive anything including meaning. I am going to leave her there until tea time whilst partners dribble on her fat notebooks. Does this make me sadistic?
No Bob, it does not.
make sure you tie her up really TIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!
Why are her notebooks so swollen? Is it due to overstuffing or infection? What makes her so naughty? She sounds like she could be fun and games, once bound and muffled. Punch her in the kidney, give her pretty things to smell, but don't let her move for one second.
dejavu amnesia! eternal spotless of the moonshine mind thing. the crotchgoblin, i want to pet it.
monster nut,
yous da freak we need.
where's yer lilly pad, you sick frog?
I want to catch flies with you.
I want to pet you too monster spank. I want to rub you.
Back in your cage Crotchity...you said you would stay there....liar.
I am waiting in the closet for the rightness to hit me, the smoothness to come on my grey-green lines. I am learning about moths and the chewing action. It is time to study.
Boo action. Boo haunting. Lovely wishfulness and sorrowful wanting. Happy-sad feelings.
we are awaiting your report mountain man.... ham paw!
Yes! Yes! The happy-sad is exactly it! All the time with the happy-sad.
I am deeply caught in a net. It takes time to untangle.
HP, have you begun to joust yet?
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