Tonight, me and my good buddies from college whooped it up in crotch-enhancing costumes, drinking the beers of manhood and jamming about old times. Jamming about old times involves excrement which is not pictured due to its fouling nature, its nature to obscure all else, the omnipresent surface-covering intentions of stool samples which were part of the fun but not part of the picture. My apologies. Anyway, I am headed back to cyber totality. I have a plan which involves content, I cannot be more specific.
I have tied up my best friend Chichi to a tree out on Greenwich St., instructing her to try to get at the chocolate milk pint I have placed just out of her reach. I am filming her. It is a metaphor for striving, for self-destruction, for the conflict of wanting and not wanting, for the beholden object to remain just out of reach seems to be the constant story of everything.
Night.
28 comments:
You better not be making fun of me :-(
I have a sponge bob shirt like that with sponge bob pajama pants, fuzzy sponge bob slippers and for the beach, sponge bob flip flops. I want that lime green thong thing! Maybe I'll post a picture of me in my fashions....
Ice Dancers! "Now you can wear what the athletes are wearing."
MM, i knew you had a package, but wowzers. lime green epcot experience. i feel funny again now.
Regi no way am I making fun of you! No. Spongebob is timeless. And WW, how did you know that was me, you smart cookie? Of course I show off my package with lime green, it's also a little furry which you can't tell from the picture.
I am an ice dancer of asymmetry in the arena of my bladder.
It is so late and I am super slow but guess what, I consider dreaming to be part of my work. I am hard at work, a constant state of inclusion.
MM, i knew it was you from the faraway look in your eyes. plus i think you slipped once and mentioned your firey red locks. your mask is nice but i keep returning to your lime green goodness.
I think that guy with the tatoo is my father.
Oh Father! Why do you not return my calls? The heart aches. I am forlorn. I have chosen to follow your path. Tatooed and clothed in the garments of wife-beating, I ramble on toward my next can of Pabst.
Krix, that is so sad about your dad, but maybe now that he sees your heart breaking and dripping its pinkish nuance into a can of Pabst he will call. I know he will. You are a can of sympathetic delight, which is much better, we are all improvements upon our forefathers, not to mention their foreskins.
This is a very candid portrait of three great fellows.
I travel my winding way around MM's body, sometimes landing on his lower back, did you know? It so intense for him to get intimate, he never knows where his goodness will go.
what is that drawing on fatty's shirt? some kind of airstream trailer?
It is a crude self-portrait, square eyes poking above a wall, with tongue lolling over the front of the wall. The W and T are his initials, he asked me not to tell his real name for fear of repercussions.
Truly my father is of alien nature. I have known it all along yet refused to face the facts of my heritage.
Some day I will be called home.
But I will not don the Nikes.
The Sponge of Bob brings forth many questions about the nature of human kind.
Costumes half-donned create much interest, like the unzippedness of want. Brown patterning pervades acrylic warmth and mousiness. All can be overcome, all shall recede and wander.
Spectral.
gAs, you are an elemental part of this discussion.
I am donning a costume of forgetfulness. I wish to perform many feats of tingling nervousness today and everyday.
their friendship looks true but there is a cost associated with that kind of togetherness.
I am infiltrating the pores of their friendship. I am infecting them with allergens and love.
I am sick with love for all of the above sentiments. The allergens have come into me and I am amidst the dangler, in waiting, amidst the pulls of the loose acrylic wove. Elemental is spectral. There is still the scent of chocolate milk on the sidewalks.
The cost of togetherness is a can of Pabst.
as long as the beer doesn't impede your lime green erectabulousness. i am seeing the negative image in bright red now. thank you for this special gift!
Aww PD, it was me and me college mates. I am sorry, next time I can't wait to see your crotch messer-upper.
I am so exciting that Wendy knew the lime green goody was mine. Wendy, I have a special present for you. Don't be frightened.
Shit. I knew if I brought the computer to the studio I would blog. STOP!!!! I have some image gathering to do for class, not to mention painting, and here I am talking trash in the ether.
a lime green present? swell. i am putting my apron on.
sponge bob has a small package, don't you think?
I miss you MM.
the middle guy is nutless or is it all just tucked in? yucks.
More post please.
greedy little anon
MM is busy
she wolf
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