Wondering about my little babies at Pulse. Reading blogs obsessively - not healthy, not healthy. The problem is that if you didn't sell you will most likely find out by hearing nothing, which only reveals itself to you slowly, over the course of days wherein you are not contacted by the witch/wizard revealing your wares...However, I read the following on "I Get My Show on the Road!" at rubberbandlazer.blogspot.com.
"Today was fantastic! It was out of control crowded during preview this morning and people were in a buying frenzy. We did above & beyond what we expected and so did nearly every dealer there that we spoke with. It was all so overwhelming but in a really good way.
My favorite thing was hearing from numerous art world folks that they liked Pulse much more than NADA. Word."
Let's hope that sentiment rubs itself all around. That would be special.
MM is hoping for the best. I pray to Steve Perry each morning, noon and night.
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The future is powdery and orange, Steve Perry cannot change that. Do not be afraid.
I can hang your pictures from my stumps with picture wire. You are more likely to sell them this way. People love freaks.
to you - multi-faceted shamrocks mm.
checking my account i see that the wizard check DID clear. i am surprised. one more down, one to go.
That is good stuff FB. Here's to getting the rest before the year is out!!
I've got tentacles on the PULSE, yo.
Sloppy O, you are everywhere. How are your tentacles today? I hope they are not sore or bruised in any way.
It's a recurring issues. I cannot help being me. Apologies.
Hi! I am LOSING MY MIND. Obsessively checking blogs too. After 12 hours in beige hell I am back at it for a second round. I am muttering to myself, walking in circles e-tracking to the wrong addresses. I am not a good assistant. My telephone manner has become snappish. yesterday the mental facilities were in a downward slide. Today I am in the wonderland of horror. Pass me the noose.
My tentacles are busy picking up the vibrations around me. I had a very busy night last night. I had a special visit with my lady, baked a cake, fixed the TV and plucked my nose hair--all at the same time.
I don't want to hear about these runny corporeal topics. You are offensive to my delicate sensibilities. I am becoming the invisible underwear of time.
The tentacles are appropriate. The blogging feeds the depressed states. Let us dip into the drug bin.
Hammy--don't despair. I will come over and lend some hands. I will wrap you up in my tentacles and wisk you away from it all.
I love sloppy joes. Are you related sloppy o?
The sloppy joe is formless.
hairy back anyone?
Did you call? I am practicing my Yiddish.
Hair is a sign of evildoings. Please have your mother shave your back. Suckle from her teets once she has finished. Incest is for everyone.
Sloppy Joe is a distant cousin. He is white trash--needless to say.
Ham Paw, what have you done to deserve these punishments? You should assist me in destruction of the financial district. Let us finish what was started on 9-11. Don't tell anyone I said that.
Slopp Joe is my brother.
please soon! An existential crisis is beginning. why am I doing this art stuff anyway? Nobody cares and I'm in financial distress, spending all my time making things NOBODY WANTS, meanwhile working next to people with 2Million dollar bonuses. I am wasting my life.
dear Hammish Paw,
it is with great joy that I extend tidings of welcomes and hellos to you. Now please step aside while I mangle all the sirs. I am ready to do your bidding.
I love the sloppy joes that come in metal packet mixes. I like to stir it up with the meat and stick it in the soggy bun. Dip soggy bun into greasy sauce, like a french dip. It is tasty
No Hammy, you musn't doubt yourself! You are doing something wonderful and should not let the suits discourage you. I will take you to my octopus' garden...in the shade.
My hair is greasy like the sauces you mention. Hams, there is no purpose to anything. Therefore please join me in a drugged union.
You have had one day too long in the hell bucket of your job. It was unfair.
LEts crack the wip. The haves and have nots are not at war, because the trampling has already occured. Even the 20 year olds are getting 200,000 bonuses.
I am opening up beside your head Hams. Just lean a little to the left and you will disappear into the vapors. There are cash prizes for you here. There is pasta without punishment.
For shame on the world. For shame.
thanks for the love. I feel a little better now that I am with my kin again. The banker voices are scratching my eyes out. Lucky bastards get to rule the world. Sloppy o, I won't tell. I can't comment on how I feel because of deep seated paranoia, but I am get what you are saying. I do.
Hallucinogens are coming to me via facsimile and regular mail. I am willing to share with everyone.
I am thinking abou my mammy...in Miami.
Hi Mountain Man. I have been in Alaska for the longest time. I missed reading your insights.
Hams, come over and sit by me. Come sit on my giant lap. I will pet you and stroke your hair. You will feel very nice. We'll eat turkey burgers together. Come here.
Paul how delightful. What were you doing in Alaska? I hear it is very dangerous there so I am glad to see you are alive.
Did anyone read the article about internet addiction in the NYT?
I was opening an eskimo full-service salon.
Yesterday's. I AM NOT ADDICTED. That is one of the symptoms.
I need drugs. I have never been a drinker, but I keep thinking about alcohol all the time this week. At 9 in the morning I am considering the benefits of vodka. Weird.
SEDATIVES please e-track.
predator, I need the comfort of a turkey sandwich and a squishy lap. I hope you have squish.
I am squishier than your mama's bum. I am quilted for added comforts.
The first step to recovery MM, is admitting the New York Times is full of crap.
I can vouch for that PD. It is my favorite combo method of vacationing from misery. Misery which comes for no reason and stays for much longer than one might anticipate. I am Dutch in my depression.
cummerbun. I have the worst itches in my poo stick. There is a fair amount of fluid drainage. Is this a virus? It is clear and like jello
Jeez. I think it is a virus. You may die within minutes. It was nice knowing you. I loved you very much for the short time I knew you, Cortizone.
PD, I will take it. I need to be put down. I have hateful words speaking to me devilish insults. They say bad things to me.
What do they tell you Ham? Do they tell you to insert push pins in the face of angry hateful bitches?
Are they loud? I am worried about you.
There is blood on the plow too.
The blood is dispersed in visually pleasing designs. Think geometry. The world is a vampire.
I am worried too. Things are looking ugly. I AM WAITING FOR THE PANDEMIC!!!! WHY DOES IT NOT JUST COME?????????
yes. They tell me that, but they tell me to stick them in myself too. There is a cannon I have constructed. It has a matchstick center and it pours out gasoline. I wonder how often this happens that it accidentally goes off. It is poised towards the tuber who didn't fail to mention to me that I was the last to pay up for the secret santa thing she does for brownie points. Her drooping ass could really use a few stick pins to sit it up. "i wuv you!!!" she tells me. She is a liar.
There is a general malaise to the population this week. We are being slowly anesthetized. It is time to revive Futurism and arcane tortures.
Her breasts look like two matching sacks of dough.
I wuv you too!!!!!!
Can I borrow some of her dough to make poison cookies for Xmas? I will bring them to eat with the punch of death. It is fruity, this punch, it has pee in it.
Mountain Man pee.
From my long long hose of reality. I issue forth tangy pee into people's punch bowls. Are you grossed out?
When I get there, I will whip her ass and sagging breasts with full force--and all my tentacles. Shit.
I wuv you too too!!!!!!!!
anus, the time has come. It is night, it was and it is at the same time. It is considering the moment of the great goat of newness. This goat has seven heads and will not favor the weak. I will be the first to mount the beast without a bread necklace. the necklace was eaten by the wolf within the head of doom.
The goat is my icon. I am one with the desire to mount the goat.
I have placed the loaves on my hands. I am mimicking the order of the great goat. I am acting out the last episode.
This is the good news. I am soggy with excitement. The hallucinations are presenting themselves in the low resolution format.
This is getting a little weird. Anyway, nice talking with you Mountain Man.
I am gleeful for urinal talk of punch. Why don't the dough boys eat volcanic spew coming out of the droughts of contempt. I feel like a tirade is coming on. It is separate from blogging. It is attatching itself from my nether parts without any consciousness. This mangy beast outside of me is coming into me and I am crying for its plush tooth.
poo stick and urinals have putrid scents. Is there gangreen?
There is comfort in the krixfort. Bless you
The episode is becoming. Your doughy artworks are emerging as a flowering force MM.
why so disabled?
urinal cakes are also quite good
NYTimes is behind the times.
http://www.krixfort.com/blog/2003/10/krixfort-online-since-1996.html
I'm a functioning computer-holic. Is that so wrong? Why I gotta go to therapy for that? Shiz-nit yo. Word.
mmmmm. urinal cakes. I love cake.
krix what ghetttoo slang you speak!
wazzup I have a computer virus in my tush.
that's just how I roll, Yo.
Glamour fro, would you like to visit me in middle earth? I'm having tea.
Then please do not email me from your tush any more, tush time.
I have a fro down south... it's sticky.
MINES GUMMY. I have gummy bears in my poo hole. They wave at me from the center of the bowl in greetings for my deliverance. I have worms really but I console myself that it is a gummy worm and not a bearish remnant from a mexican vacation
ay dios mio. I am resenting this remarks.
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