Tuesday, June 06, 2006

United in Love



I have found true uniting in the bold colors of uniforms and lyrical dance. The grace is fiery, we are one in the radiation of our gonads. Our smiles stretch like taffy on the linoleum floor. Our hopes are visible in the cuffs and crowns we don as part of the ritual. I love you, you love me, it is time for sexual glory, no?

35 comments:

mountain man said...

Sloth, this one goes out to you. Will you be a princess to my superhero? Just askin.

Sammy No Hands said...

MM you insult the terms of the universe with your overt sexual desires. Please add less meat to your diet, your bowels will be less impacted and guess what your gut will disappear. I have been on a regimen for many months, adding crown jewels to each of my stumps and now I am attractive in the most impossible way. You are fogbound.

Vapor eyes said...

For a second there, I thought the fair lady lost her legs. Unfortunately I was mistaken.

Chew Toy of a Whore said...

Please will someone bring me a mechanism to empty myself spiritually?

Precious Moments said...

Her legs have found purchase between and behind the legs of her superhero maker. It is the way of Jeezoos.

Delight on the Weekend said...

Do you think she has an udder that he is secretly squeezing? I do.

Naked Under the Bridge said...

I am waiting for someone to offer me the tuna I ordered last week. It is canned, so no worries. But this is somewhat fetal, somewhat embarrassment for my parents to be here for days naked. Please don't call anyone. I will wait.

slava's snow show said...

Naked: the tuna, she is tainted. Please don't do it. But turkey jerky will suffice.

Naked Under the Bridge said...

Slava I will listen to you. I am not sure why but I think I love you. Please tell me more about what to do.

Sammy No Hands said...

I prefer tofurkey jerky.

slava's snow show said...

I am a sensation that is sweeping New York by "storm." I will come to you with dramatic music and a rush of cold white snow. I will whisper clues that lead to the hot dog tower.

Mountain Man said...

I am a large indecent fan of whispering clues. I am eager to learn the secrets of snow passion.

Blood on the Cornfield said...

Wishing you a fond hello from out in the fields.

dubz said...

my pipes are broken. i feel the funny shits coming on.

The Capt'n said...

The answer is yes.

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krixfort said...

I am blinded by all of this. I am unable to see your picture MM. sadness.

sloth said...

Deerest mm,

(I have been unable to make with the post toasties all day long, because Blogger had an aneurism) I want to say: I am all decked out in miles of tulle and ready to be rescued, mm.

This is how it happens: furry, tulle-swaddled sloth wafts down and pats the hair of MM from invisible regions. MM turns around and around, not knowing from whence the pats came. MM incants some murmured syllables and the slothy's heart is made whole.

Our little corny paintings are slow-dancing in the back room, even now as I tap this out. I squish you.

Mountain Man said...

Krix I am saddened that you cannot see the grace and elegance of this photo. WW funny shits are better than the sad shits, yes?

Slothy! I thought there was something afoot on my hairs and what not. Now I know it was you. Delight and love in the week and on the weekend to you. I am going to call you tomorrow to hear the sounds that Sloth fur makes.

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sloth said...

Kind of a rustly sound, mm. If you listen close you can hear the ocean.

Mountain Man said...

I have brain damage. Also, I can't think anymore at all. Or write. Or make any kind of art that excites me. Is it the show up thing? I can't tell. I should probably go visit the gallery. Last time I went I had vertigo in front of my paintings. All woozy and what not. They are asking to make friends but I fear they are not. I should not talk about this here, right? I am very thankful to have a show, very, and am trying to remind myself that it is good, but also there is this nagging anxiety - what am I supposed to be doing while it's up? What does "promote" mean? I am sorry I don't know rich collectors. Ugh. I don't seem to know what to do. I want to hide in the woods and eat seeds and magic mushrooms. Go back to tying up hussies. Spank myself on the left hamhock with a hairbrush. All is well. I am knowing of this. All is good. But my brain has turned to pudding. I keep wanting to write about art, something with content and consequence but I am paralyzed by the pudding state. I feel so far away from all the reasons I made those paintings in the first place. All the dreamy rich historical excitement and having it all make this beautiful kind of sense in my squishy head.

milli and vannilli said...

blame it on the rain MM. That is causing the squishes.

Bub said...

It's weird having a show up, that is true.

peeds said...

MM: Squishes to you. It is hard having a show up and hiding in the woods while you're up in the forest is the most tempting, I'm sure. But something truly exciting has already come from this show--another show! And so many people have gotten the opportunity to get aquainted with your relics.
If you are feeling disconnected from your reasons for making these paintings, it may be because your mind is getting ready for the next group of relics. And not painting for a stretch of time always brings on that questioning disconnected thing. You will escape the pudding and move on to the chocolate cake.

xxxxx

Mountain Man said...

MMMmmmmmm. Cake.
You have successfully replaced all negativity with confectionary desires. Thank you as always, PD.

fairy butler said...

I feel that when wizards go on and on about 'promoting' the show it leads to confusion. I heard this as well and it angered me so. was I supposed to put on a cardboard tent and yell into a bullhorn on 24th st? I guess I was already supposed to have a line up of rich folks ready to buy stuff...? but then why would I need a gallery? UGH. MM, I am sure you are doing everything right. Try and take it easy on your hairy self and eat some seeds. It may be time for a taking a rest and that is AOK.

Listen to Peeds. She knows what she speaks of...

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gree c. said...

MM
you have the best kind of brain damage
when I saw your paintings it reminded of all the important things I had forgotten I used to dream of: the power of invisibility, the power to turn inside out, the power to turn solid into liquid, the power to fly and of course the power to bend space once before I had to remind a certain capt'n of her super power status- the Capt'n being the first jewish american superhero somehow she had forgotten how she took us each day somewhere that we couldn't go otherwise and I'm going to have to bust in and say what are you kidding me-you are a boundless wooly covered ice throwing pervert who happens to be a great dancer
take some time in the dirt you deserve it for fucks sake
ps the hood of my car fell in love with you and refused to run until I promised you'd be back someday soon

Regi said...

MM Your local bag lady will know where to find the Kryptonite that causes spontanious desires to perform a ballet. Search the streets, allies, homeless shelters for the bag lady. She appears and disappears as fast as the magical Kryptonite. The secret in using the Kryptonite is not possessing but sharing its magical powers. Be careful to avoid the minions of Lex Luther who only seek possession and not sharing in their drive for rule over the Earth.

This ballet partner of yours seeks ballet slippers from the magical centipede hiding in your sparkling landscape. Might a hundred legs propel me at superhero speeds?

Regi said...

MM Your local bag lady will know where to find the Kryptonite that causes spontanious desires to perform a ballet. Search the streets, allies, homeless shelters for the bag lady. She appears and disappears as fast as the magical Kryptonite. The secret in using the Kryptonite is not possessing but sharing its magical powers. Be careful to avoid the minions of Lex Luther who only seek possession and not sharing in their drive for rule over the Earth.

This ballet partner of yours seeks ballet slippers from the magical centipede hiding in your sparkling landscape. Might a hundred legs propel me at superhero speeds?

pd said...

MM: I am struggling to stay up past 10:30 tonight. I am thinking it has been awhile since I have seen your pretty mug. What gives?

dubz said...

i was thinking that today, too. i was thinking how horrible it is that there hasn't been blog disco dancing in over 3 weeks. i did not expect this kind of crap from you, mm. get with the program.

dubz said...

p.s. that was my weird way of showing affection. hi to frogs.

mountain man said...

Gree C. I love the way you write, it is hypnotic. I am feeling the magnetic pull to the car hood as I type. Regi the ballet partner is pushing onto your palms, this may or may not assist your speeds. I am hoping for the best for you. We should be wary.

As for dancing. We have to make it happen on our own turf. Which turf is the question. I am going to ruminate. Plus I have been threatening this country assembly which I have to concoct. Perhaps today is the day to figure it.