Friday, May 19, 2006
Fresh Steps Towards Less
Hi everyone. I am asking for mercy in the form of a painless euthanasia. Think of ways to murder me without consequence and I will plan a funeral party that you will not soon forget. I can entice you with green bean casserole and plenty of gummy worms, moist beer and well-iced cups of cake. I am no longer interested in life, there has been an ebbing, a dip if you will in my desire to bring productions to the earth. This is not meant to be melodramatic and no one should worry. Please leave fun, creative ideas for dying in my comments section. I will see you sometime later in the lessness of everything. Farewell!!!!
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MM, this may help:
http://www.attractivecorpse.com/
although the idea of a field of bloody chunks is also appealing...
Thank you Slothy. This is perfect, just what I was looking for. Seriously.
Hi. I am ready to assist in a pleasurable killing.
Rage against the dying of the light, MM!!
But if you can't do that, might I suggest death by boiling vat of tomato sauce?
Wood chipper, yeah a wood chipper....oh and glue!
I want the push in the bush before the tomato sauce, then the wood chipper. But what is the glue for?
I am going to do a short stint as a street performer before I die. Screw this artist bullshit.
But why? Art is so fulfilling on every level. It brings soothing feelings of love for humanity.
I have made appts. with a hair remover in anticipation of my attractive corpse.
I have so much hair, it will be a series of trips.
I am desiring to rape someone's hellhole today. Any takers?
uh, hey guys, where should I go to graduate school? huh? Or SHOULD I even go?
Or rage, rage, rage against the machine!
A push in the bush is worth three in the hand.
OMG artgirl HI!!!!! Come closer. I want to rip your cunt out.
shut up, artgirl. bend over.
Sorry, I meant BOX.
Oh my god. Laughter--artgirl--laughter.
You need to let go of this grad school idea--ya hear? A good round of chicken finger rapes is all anyone needs to release the creative juices.
The box talk is sometimes offensive but today it is very lovely. There are hatchets on my hands which I am using for some soothing chop-ups. It is precious.
I have to get back to making YES album covers.
I'm all for suicide by bow and arrow. I just think it'll look fantastic and terribly dramatic right in the old ticker!
I might also recomend SELF CANNIBALISM. start at the feet and see how far you can get. it's weird but I've tried it and it makes a lasting impression
vapes, are you the one who will be administering the rapes? I want to make sure I choose EXACTLY the right program; someone who will mentor me in the manner that I deserve.
I have started by salting my toes. Very earthy tasting, now adding mustard. Yum. I can't wait to get to my box.
Art-girl, I rape grad art students all the time, they're no better then the BFAs. Hope thats helpful.
Corny, you better run, you better hide. I have a hankering to rape you right now. RUN!!!!
Save your box for lunch MM! It just makes sense
WOOOOOOOOAH! I running right towards you and I'm not fucking around, if your going to rape me it's going to be like raping an oncomming bullet train
A french bullet train.
I am sailing into the diseased tidal basin. I am switching my channel to zero and going sub-human.
WAIT. I will wake back up for that. I love French bullets.
Yes, Artgirl, I will administer the chicken finger rapes. Unfortunately you must prove yourself with the fried mozzarella stick rapes, and the pickle rapes. Are you ready to take the challenge?
I wanted to do it!
Professor Corny, your program sounds demanding. I like a good formal clit.
I mean crit!
ok! I'm excited now. you got me all amped up and I'm really willing to rape and kill today. How about we do special Chinese 5 way killing method
Cheese grater to the face
Crush by a falling refridgerator
Chainsaw in half
Drown in a toilet
Microwave testicles
I like your suggestions, Corny.. they're so DIY. There oughta be a tv show.
ALL OF TEH ABOVE CORNS. But first please let the happy rape come over us. All together in a bucket of pills.
I MEANT THE NOT TEH. I am over-excited.
Art-girl. can you please have another name? That will be required before we proceed with the 'tough love". Sorry, but it's just the way it has to be.
How about:
a) Rat-hurl?
b) Fart-Furl?
Hey, how'd you know? "Rat Hurl" is my mom's pet name for me!
Hey, are there clit notes available for the class?
OMG, speaking of buckets of pills, I am building a hot tub on the roof of the mounds RIGHT THIS SECOND with hot bubbeling pills to soak in. Every pill at once! Then towle off with a giant transdermal patch!
can I come? I have a quilt of transdermal patches I wear toga style, but I'd like more medicine pleas.
mm, i will push you into a train if you want. i will hold you head under water and force a bile rape from the rear.
YES is the operative word of today. YES to everything.
yes to a punch in the clit?
hey! i don't want you to die. If it must happen, there should be a group suicide.
mm, don't die. you give me ladywood. i need you.
Yes, Hammy! A group smother, like a Who concert... nice.
Artgirl! you are still here? go home so I can shove some raw bacon up your ass while you puke toenails on your dorm room van gogh stary night poster.
I just pulled my panties down infront of a mirror and my beef flaps are hanging so low. Regardless, I love Jackson Pollock, and I'm so well read. Has anyone ever read Clement Greenburg? He's brilliant!
another punch in the clit. you too, artgirl.
hold still, artgirl, I'm gonna jam a Yes album cover up your ass...
Hey! it's playing... how'd you do that?
I love the group smother idea slothy. It sounds comforting in the face of such hardships.
All this talk of rapes and killings has me all worked up...and now I must trudge off to work as a "healer." Perhaps i can channel the energy into the sessions, and get big cash tips for it, too. The takers won't know what hit them, they'll only know they want to pay big for it.
How 'bout a friendly group drowning with Team Shredder? It kills two birds with one stone because it takes care of the burial at sea.
has anyone seen my girlfriend around here? She's late for our daily ass-rape/humiliation session...
I am draping myself with raw meat and diving into a shark tank. I want to get chewed up.
I would try corny's suggestion of self-canabalism but I'm trying to eat vegan.
MM, after you're done dying and getting raped and stuff, why don't you join in the shark tank? it's a fun way to go.
sorry artboy, I was busy today making an ass of myself on PaintersNYC. I really, really didn't get that painting they posted today; it took me hours to write my response, and then the rest of the day to read the rest of the thread. I just don't get that painting, or really ANY painting. Sorry, I'll let you fuck my eyesocket tomorrow, K?
whoops, I did it again...
MM, I saw your paintings again today, and may I say: they blew me away again. love love love.
Thanks Slothers... I very much appreciate.
I spent the day packing up my shack. Bye bye little shack. I will miss you greatly.
Capt'n I been missing your ways and means like something that misses something else very badly. My pluses are minus and in spite of the coma I am perpetrating inclusion on your uniformm.
That's uniform with one m, excitement brings misspellings onto the webbed feet of those who know.
can we plaese all join paws now and get over the shame of speling mistakes, real or imagined, together? ... lets all apoligisze rite now for all future misspelings and typhos and just get that out of the why..
I'm not going to be so nice sbout it next thyme
Yes Corny! I say YES. Joining the paws, no more cares or worries about the misspellings. They are fortuitous and part of our nation. Love.
guh'morning sunshine.
Morning Corns. I see we are on the same blog schedule here. Very comforting.
Frogs is delighting Corny's scale shifts that dig penumbras in his bugged out pupils. Here I am speaking of your paintings.
Good morning to all sunshine inhabitants.
good morning frogs, I want to lick your back and get high off your oily secretions.
Frogs, always always know you have inclusion on my uniform.
FROGS!!!! I wanna kissa you.
mornin mm.
Greetings PD Lupy Capt'n and WW the queen of Uranus. I am the queen of the stone of Uranus, at least if you allow me to be. I miss everyone today, I was hoping to get munched by paper fish but instead I am intoning the guests of reality. Collisions are what I am wanting with you. Must come up with new post for MM. Thinking. Not easy.
i hope you think of sumthin mm... i miss you too and want to collide.
Sweet Frogs, collide with me. I have insurance.
Frogs, i almost killed your cousin Toads today with a shovel. he's okay, though. no decapitation to report.
miss you, froggggggs.
Brain succumbing to the mouse poo problem. Mouse poo clogs the drain, eats the pipes that were once supposed to make ideas. Ideas gone in favor of food fights.
Ok, so I have been doing research into invisible thrashing phenomena and I think I have come up with a post for tomorrow. MM will be pleased with the focused reading and eating I have done in anticipation of small audience publication. From here until tomorrow I will be enhancing confidence in order to take over the posting. I am scared.
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