i love this photo mm.
mm, I am sucked into the vortex of pooch. Thank you.
Super, reminds me a little on the puppy-painting by Gauguin
I am sitting in the center, meditating. I am doing the puppy meditation.
The dogs of disappearance barked up the wrong tree. Where are the little yappers...no loady.
The circle of pups will send me on my way today with a bonnet of gladness.
gladhandedness, you mean, Mountain, gladhandedness.
mm, hi. I am feeling puny. I just gave the smackdown to an ex-person I used to date. I've tried to maintain the friendlies but ugh. how can there still be annoyances through the ether? how? I had many more rudes to shovel out like "see a shrink yet?" or "How's your mom?" (issues.)Can you put up some blart?Hi. How are you? I miss Ned's.Should I take down the mean response?
I don't want that little doggie sniffing 'round my backyard.
i had to edit the response. the main sentiment is still there.Thanks for the support hose MM. And thanks for the puppy circle.
This photo is ingenious MM. Can it be a logo for my accesories company? Like a little logo that will go on shirts and headbands - like the Izod alligator...
i like when puppies do it each other
sticky sex pooch, mow my backyard lawn. it smells like balls.
please, i am not seeing any dog rapes. A+. it must remain strictly PG. maybe a little heavy petting. (sorry).
The puppy circle is the logo for bloggers!!! Yes BB. We must initiate a product line. Krix, your choad follower is cursed. I have cursed him with my negative wand. I am at the house of my parents right now. I came down for a look-see at my nephew, most importantly. Back tomorrow evening. Don't even think I won't be blogging. I will. I must. It is my lifeline. Do you think I have a problem?
Circle of Pups visors. Eye drops. Etc.FB, the heavy petting can occur but only in a trance state. This is what I am thinking. No whores.
Are you gonna call in your lifeline on this question?
how is the lil' nephew bundle of squish MM? all choads are cursed, especially that one. Sorry to foul your blog. Lame-eo. FB, your are punny. Hearts to you, noodle.
I meant to say "you are punny." I am a 'tard today. nnnngh.
ooo ooo oohh oooo ohhhh ohhh oooo!!
A dream of mine is to be wrapped in scotch tape and placed on a tarmac in the hot sun.
Me hopes you are still our loveable MM this a.m.! Don't let them get to you.
Hi PD!! Nice to see you here so bright and early. The best thing about my parents' house is their wireless connection. Thanks for your well wishes. I am pudding on a haystack in the rain this morning, which is to say, excellent. It is due to raindrops.
You lika the rain? I do not. But I guess it justifies hours in the studio. I am hungry for meats this morn.
PD the rain is curative. Watch your polyps and cysts disappear. I swear. I swear to you. If you have any.
I have cysts and polyps on the brain. They impair my thinking.
I have polyps on the eyes. I cannot see them though.
Me too. I am such a dim bulb. I have egg on my forehead from faulty attempts. I want to fight with everyone using hands and needles in fast alternation.
Vapor eyes you are the cunt of hose, the center of the left brain tennis match. I am good at removing growths, do you trust me? I sneeze them off.
The worst allergic reaction is coming to my soul pup tent.
Yip your eyes are made of snake bites. I do not think we can trust you, your words are the words of a jester in remission. Please replace yourself with me.
I have thorns in my behind area and they are stinging and stinking now.
FROGS!! So happy you are awake and ready for poetry.
i have just found the perfect market for myself. he is sitting back relaxing on dirty pillows at pd's blog. i am going to go perform acts upon his abdomen, i am very tiny, not quite 12 inches. it should work out.
Owls are poison for themselves, they are protagonists from the elfin age, my concern for them grows steadily with the waxing moon, then subsides accordingly with the downward cycle, it is part of my therapeutic number.
I am channeling pylons from a parking lot in East Jibip.
The pattern is zig zag striations that we must traverse. It's too early, I beseech, and then am told by the pylons to corrosively try again, no matter the cost to the brain stem.
Careful Frogs, East Jibip is full of insurgents right now.
I know you are right to warn me of the insurgence issue. I had forgotten.
Frogs gets carried away. Frogs forgets.
Frogs, I need some new zigzags. I may just get some today. Do you think this will be safe?
Frogs, the pylon knows the dangers of the medulla.
Serving size: 2 capsules.
It is almost always safe for the zig zag in any form. Yes.
I am in need of either1. a good offing (suggestions welcome)2. reform school
I would choose reform school first and then decide the method of offing. You must do a thorough colon cleanse first and then try on the uniform.
Gravy pills are good for decision making.
Pills are good for everything.
I'm going to fed ex an overdose of pills to the choad follower who now wants to have a conversation via email. no dice. I'm going to have to unsubscribe this person. HI again Mr. Pants!! You full of goodness and sweetness.
Good thinking on the OD strategem, Krix. You will bust up his liver before he can do any more harm on women. No dice.You are so kind to wish well upon Mr. Pants. He will pay you back in swizzle sticks, as soon as he is able to purchase them.
Capt'n hello to you. I am very heightened. I am returning home from parentland just now, to be back in time for the goat frenzy known as art opening.
Please please please MMWhat makes good? What makes bad? And please please please, what makes SBIG=so bad it's goodhttp://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8610362188397291938&q=Tut+Barking&pl=true
Bob is right to ask you these things MM. You are an oracle. well, if that's putting the pressure on, you can always turn to frogs for help.
i'd like to know what bob's credentials are, personally. i mean, before mm answers. it's only fair.
good point ww. i am too quick to accept at face value. Bob could be underhanded.
MM, I am wishing you the wells today.
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