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It was a nice expensive looking set too.
What the fuck do you call this move:  What the fuck is your hot hurry? One of the benefits of doing art fairs is even if you don’t sell a lot you can make some pretty fab trades. Here, for instance are my trades from Saturday’s Whimsical Women’s show:  The find It says, in case you can’t read it, “Your boots may be made for walking, but mine are in case I need to kick your ass”. Enough said there.
Here we have the “Parade of Freaks” terrarium. Inside the glass jar is a lovely assortment of native North Carolina mosses, along with a small plastic Parade of Freaks. Blue and brown monster spacemen ride atop freakishly scaled zoo animals. Festooned about are 2-D fir trees and some pebbles (boulders) for a much more forest-y feel. III LLOOOOVVVEEEE IIITTT!!!! I also traded a bead for a sculpture called “Dickhead” which I’ll post later on, haven’t yet gotten a pic… Who could possibly have the money nowadays to get their underarms waxed? Or whatever the hell they do to your underarms when they “treat” them. Couldn’t you find something better to do with your money (like throwing a dollar or two to charity?) than having your pits waxed? Unless you have a medical reason to have the hair taken off like this, why can’t you simply shave? Or go Yeti if you want. But jeez, 230 dollars? And you can bet that it is the first of many “treatments” you’ll have to have for permanent hair removal. I simply don’t understand some of the stupid things people spend money on, instead of banking it or giving it to someone that might need it more. No matter how basic and childlike they make the charts, I just don’t get this. I try to wrap my poor brain around it, but it just refuses to sink in even a tiny bit. I WANT to understand, I find it incredibly fascinating, but I just can’t. I like to consider myself a fairly smart person, but when I TRY and read this stuff I get halfway through and realize that at no point did any of it sink it. I read it again, same thing. I won’t stop trying, maybe someday I’ll have that “a-ha” that means I got it. I have been hearing the murmurings of discontented people that perhaps our new president is simply another version of the same old same old. I refuse to believe it. Couldn’t it be that perhaps something really good is happening but we’re so very inclined to be pessimistic because up until now we have consistently been disappointed by previous grand ideas and then broken promises?
 Guaranteed to choke the life out of you! Wind-pipe shaped fun treats!
Yes, you remember these don’t you? When we were kids, this is the kind of candy we ate. Pop one of these hard little nasties in your piehole, start playing TAG and before you knew it, you were choking to beat the band. Don’t bother with gummy bears (mushy as crap) and all the other shite kids eat nowadays, we were effing hardcore with these esophageal shaped candies of doom. Kids nowadays are pu…coddled. Like little eggs. Precious little eggs. yeesh. What do you suppose is the recommended polite length of time to wait at a newly turned green light before you lay on the horn and wake the narcoleptic up in front of you? Without being a douche, of course. I used to carry a notebook around and jot shit down all the time. Nowadays, I just can’t seem to get it together. I still have the ideas, I still occasionally jot stuff down, but for some reason I just can’t get to the keyboard. It bothers me greatly. I really enjoy the process of writing. I enjoy leaving my surroundings to visit my imagination and spend time there. As a matter of fact, it’s far more exciting in my mind than it is in my everyday life. Oh there’s a million things going on there. I need to get them out. |
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