There is nothing less or more important than the unhinging of the interior mangle-cords and their wraparound compulsions on the thinking apparatus. The legs are like tree stumps and provide stability but for no obvious purpose. I bought some inks that I thought I would experiment with. The word strangle keeps occuring to me over and over, but I am not sure this is the right idea.
I will finish with my Guston project later. In the meantime, I am crying into my pickle jar. The tears add flavor to the delicious green tubes, giving them an interesting tang.
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I was almost strangled by my own umbilical cord when I was born. I was blue, I was born petrified. This is not uncommon but still, isn't it sad?
Today there are red, white and blue tassles dangling from my handlebars. I am in mourning, but still able to lead, I promise you. Bruce, it is sad, your story, but not as sad as you think. Please revivify. You are a monkey on a stick that will be eaten within minutes.
MM has some art in the Pulse Art Fair which I hear tell is watery and without power? Maybe this has been remedied.....Yikes. I received an email from the good witch who is revealing my wares, promising "graphic details" later. Hope it's ok!!
There are flies in my ears and eyes. My flapping poodle ears cannot keep them away.
My complexion is like dirty mop water, can anyone suggest something?
I am all wrapped up in the tentacles of life here. Please come and untangle me.
I have a large comb which possibly might work to untangle you. Please provide me with your coordinates and I will appear to help with this octopus mess.
Love,
Sheila
Sheila,
I am somewhere between a oct. and a hard place. Do you know where that is?
PD! Your presence is cause for the deepest spiritual joy in the lord. How are things?
Speaking of Jesus and the Lord God, I want to see Jesus is Magic. Because he is magic. I have felt it.
I am not sure but it sounds extremely sexy. I will try to intuit your location. Wish me luck.
Sloppy O. I will assist Sheila. You may need a good plunging after your untangling.
I will take help from any source. My slovenly ways have led me to these coordinates. I am slipping further beneath the slabs.
I am slipping and sliding downward too, in a spiral motion below the slabs. I am looking for my airstream, my private ship of internal forbidden pleasures. Where is my porno?
I am in search of an audience. Perhaps we can help each other.
Hi.
I can lend you a couple of arms, armless. In return I am looking for a movie called SAVING RYAN'S PRIVATES. Have you heard of it?
I have heard of this film but haven't seen it. Why am I so lackluster today? It's absolutely beautiful out. Yet I am sleepy like a little baby.
you're still in recovery mode, ems.
ems? as meant: be kind to thyself. you will be springy tomorrow. sweet dreams.
Thanks Slotheroo!!!! I am sure you are right. How are your paws and fur today?
Why hello Mountain Man! Congratulations on your fine work and show! This is good news indeed.
any new reports from the good witch mm? i am needing to hear some good news today.
i have 4 white walls but my ceiling floats above them a foot. it's breezy and the toilet wont stop running
Hi all. The toilet is the toilet of your life. It will never stop running, nor should it.
MM is busy mangling his gonads today. He will check in later.
mountainy mounainy, come out and play. When is school over for you?
look have a plan! my mom buy me toys...come and over
I am done in 2 weeks Krix. CAN'T WAIT!!!! Now is for making sugary icing to spread on buttcheeks. I am fantasizing about Steve Perry. I am wanting to make out with him.
I haven't been around for a long long while. I love Steve Perry, he is really intense. So much feeling in his voice, so much love and light in his soul. I am bloated today. Too much snacking.
well then, I guess you can make out with Steve Perry. For myself I will choose the little red rocker Sammy Hagar.
Congrats on this semester MM. It feels good to be almost done, doesn't it?
Yes!!! I am eagerly awaiting the end. I am not sure how I have done as a teacher, sometimes I think I am ok, other times I think I am no good at this, I am lost. It has been a challenge and I am glad that I got the chance to try. But yes. End of semester. Come to me.
MM, will you do some stump-and-ink drawings during your newfound freedom?
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