Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Cave-Worn

Mistakes were made in the darkest hours with rockets flying and delight leaking out of the boat into the water to mix with fishes. Murder came with misdirections. Antlers grew from small bumps in the forehead and clashed with other sets. Leaky boats, everywhere. There was misuse of oars, splashing of dirty water, staining our legs. I found a cave beneath the earth to put my skin bag for a while. The time to emerge will be later, with powder. Now is the time to bake in the mysterious ovens, deep in the caves. What I will bake, I have no idea.

I cannot seem to post a picture today. Other than that, it is time to finish relics. The relics are static in their semi-finished state and have been for ages. I am seeking forward-movement and ultra fast marks to make themselves today. Large format painted relics take many months longer than I expect. The date of finish keeps receding further into the future. Better luck next time.

Hi everyone. It was nice seeing you at the tent meeting yesterday. Fairy, you were a most exciting host.

54 comments:

Anonymous said...

You cannot and will not finish me. I dwarf you far into the future. It is gamesmanlike to beat you this way. I am a monster of ill-proportion.

Anonymous said...

I am sorry your legs got stained last night.

Anonymous said...

Maybe you can employ robots to work on your relics while you sleep.

Anonymous said...

good morning MM, May cave life be florid and intestinally rich. I appear to have forgotten my relics. The oars may be repaired with nails.

Mountain Man said...

Hi Ham. Thank you. Intestinal richness is part of equation, always.

fairy butler said...

hi! I feared the rockets and the damp waters late into the night. I rocked and rolled in my crib, waiting for the apocalypse. Unfortunately it never came and now I am submerged in the soul crush of beige. Good luck with the relics. I too may travel to the hot box later for some pacing about. Thanks for coming over HP,MM & PD! yay to you. You have no fear of the wilds and rockets!

fairy butler said...

I witnessed a hideous display of piles this morning. The rat army down the way.... yikes. Strangely only a few tires and a box of diapers on the usual pile walk. They really got their jig on last night.

Mountain Man said...

Fairy! We had so much fun in your tower of power yesterday. Sadly I am many hungovers this morning. A little of the puff about the eyes. A little stupidity around the mouth. Can't be helped. Good luck in the beige freezer. I may need your opinions in my hotbox sometime soon. The relics are just piles of aimlessness. How to finish is the question. Your eyes would be most welcome.

fairy butler said...

yes! anytime I will come to the mm cave to view the relics. Sometimes aimlessness is not there but pretends to be. I dunno. I am back in business with the liquors, able and ok. I went into a cleaning stampede late into the night so I think I worked it all out.

Mountain Man said...

Cleaning stampedes are helpful and sobering. I should have put my energies to that task. Sadly my mouth had to run off with sourness in the late hours last night. Poor Uncle F. Is fine now but was hideous. Bad MM.

Anonymous said...

Fairy B.! Thanks for such an amazing tent-event! You and Arthur really know how to throw a party! I didn't even need my oxy yesterday.
Next time...Karaoke?

Anonymous said...

MM! Dirk says hi, in that inimitable spastic way he has. Thanks for giving him to me...I will provide him with a good home and stage for his spastic dance routine.

So good to see you yesterday!

Mountain Man said...

His spastic dances are most amusing. I am glad you could giggle at him. He loves to have attention, this Dirk. He is manic but all positivity. You are a very fun lass, PD.

Anonymous said...

Sorry 'bout your hangover. You are the funnest MM--the absolute funnest.

"Open Arms" is on, by Journey right now. This might be a good duet for us?

Mountain Man said...

Yes! I will practice today. Good idea. Then we will marry under the tent, as was promised in the mythological times.

Anonymous said...

I would like to duel under the tent...with open arms.

Anonymous said...

I am so sad to have missed the tent event! In my travels here to the midlands, an interesting philospohical question has been posed to me. Maybe one of you has the answer to this.

"What do you do with a scury pirate er-lie in the morning", is what I am pondering, in the form of a song.

Plank walking is imminent.

Mountain Man said...

Shave his belly with a rusty razor, if I am not mistaken, Krix. Plank-walking is something I will gladly do alongside of you. It is time to enter the shark-infested waters with no fear. Are you ok Krix?

Anonymous said...

A-okay MM. Even with the silly cacophany of mixforts, the waters remain calm. I survived travels through candyland.

Mountain Man said...

Candyland is a fabulous land. I wish I was there now to taste the sweetness. Calm waters to you for the rest of your travels, Krixiest of Krixes.

Mountain Man said...

I am finding my way through walls of corn. It is a creamy style of corn, there are worms in it. I am like a mime but with corn instead of nothing to pat against. It is weird.

fairy butler said...

i understand completely mm. The tent is still up. tonight i will don my armor and ride peanut through the tundra.

Anonymous said...

I think I would know a thing or two about Pirates, and the next line would be "polish his peg with lemon-pledge"

Hey Krix....I missed you yesterday.

Anonymous said...

MM: is it spoon bread you are wading through?

Mountain Man said...

It is just the creams of corn, PD. The spoonbread has wheat, you must remember. I cannot wade through wheat. According to Ham Paw, my mystic, the wheat compromises my fortitude. I must trust the Ham in these matters.

Anonymous said...

I am in my diapers, beginning the rocking. Squishes are coming.

fairy butler said...

it is good to be in charge with the dumbing waters. no more pukey pukes.

fairy butler said...

i want my cat blankey. manbaby, i heart you.

Anonymous said...

I was happy to see the burger as bun scenario MM and HP. I wanted to try but was too fearful that I couldn't stop at just one.

Mountain Man said...

Did they all mew in a giant chorus? Were they intent on making you disappear, a mysterious cat consumption?

Anonymous said...

HP!!

Mountain Man said...

PD there is never a need to stop at just one. You may have many many meat on meat delights. It is the way.

Anonymous said...

HP...your fair Damien is so cute. It figures he is one of my people.

Anonymous said...

And my peoples.

Anonymous said...

I heart you too Fairy, but stay back! The smell is reaching the highest point of yuck just now. I need to be changed.

Anonymous said...

I am sucking my thumb just now, buck teeth are my goal. Rock rock rock. Someone come tickle my tummy.

Mountain Man said...

Manbaby you scary business.

fairy butler said...

manbaby, can i change you on the cat blanket? it is a soiled and turfy blanket, but it contains many magical properties. We can concoct magic turdlets to use in spells, hexes, potions, etc.

Anonymous said...

Yes Fairy, change me. Please change me now.

Anonymous said...

manbaby, do you need extra diapers? I have a supply.

Anonymous said...

my ears were ringing yesterday afternoon...did anyone mention a tuber penis?

Mountain Man said...

I am changing my name to Frederique. I have painted 6 trees onto a painting that for the past year has had no trees. It feels squeamish. I then proceeded to conk out in the studio. Studio mate present and everything. Ate weeds and sticks jumbles and then walked aimlessly in the cloudy day. That is me. I know you are all stuck in the beige and I am lucky to paint this day. This I know. However, who am I and why does it take so long to make these fuckers? That's all. More mouth goo is sure to come later.

Anonymous said...

Crux I was speaking of the tuber along with many others. We were drooling, thinking of you. Too bad you missed it.

Anonymous said...

Argh! I just bit my hand two different ways. Ah fa napole!

Anonymous said...

If you're lost you can look and you will find me...time after time...

Mountain Man said...

Yes yes, my porky pies. Who wants some delicious pork? I do but instead I eat worms and seeds. Please donate pork upon my head, through the top. I am dying for it, roasted style. Yum. Please donate all things through my trepaned skull. I am open to the universe of charms.

Anonymous said...

I am strung out and misused, misapplications are my forte. I giggle in the hallway and am asked to please be quiet. I cannot.

Anonymous said...

I have also had a hard time finishing my landscapes. I paint in the open air so as to get the likeness I crave to reality. Instead my results are always muck-brown, with no identifying landmarks - a mass of poo-colored gas in place of the beauty I witness. I fail.

Anonymous said...

I am drinking something far too tangy. What should I do?

Mountain Man said...

Derek, I do not want to hear from you again. You are gutless.

Mountain Man said...

Reorient yourself to the tang, anonymous. This is your only option. Eat some earth and perhaps this will offset said tang.

Anonymous said...

Bubble of Nothing you are resplendent but inorganic to charm. I fear you will languish in the fetid airs. Beware of cloaked ones who pretend to be friendly.

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