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[kspr]

[Maelstrom]

Umm... that's a large circle cut-out and now I'm jealous.

[Billy]

He's a bird, so he's shitting.

[kspr]

Self Portrait for my art class.

[Jody]

That might actually be the most excellent thing I've ever seen.

[lazlo falconi]

I think Monkeypro is done now. There's nothing more that could happen to top that.

[kspr]

then it's settled. im going to start publishing my work and take down that smug bastard thomas kincaid.

[kspr]

theres no boobage under the colorplay. promise.




these are no longer flowers. they are now called wowers.

[Maelstrom]

theres no boobage under the colorplay. promise.

Then fix it.

[Stars]

[lazlo falconi]

Mermaid Week on Discovery?

[kspr]

aactually....screw this....This is now everyone's personal blog thread. the only dif. with the GDP is that this can be absolute "horse-shit"

My Blog is entitled "The Song Of My People" in honor of this violinning african-rapist


ok so i'm writing this paper right now, irl, about advertising sucking in children and making them little consumers. I get to a point where I'm addressing television, and I think back to my earliest memory of watching tv. Its 1993, im at my grandma's house on her weird calico carpeted floor watching something on tv. It's a Tex Avery cartoon where some big grey dog is like, some 50's businessman or some shit.

But then I flash forward, and I see everything in my life, from my obsession with playing video games, to my love of cartoonish antics being formed by watching nothing but cartoons. Now I'm at the point where I think my brain is going to fuck out on me one day when I finally come to the realization that my life is NOT a Tex Avery cartoon, and one day I will get old and die. Of course, it would almost HAVE to be that wouldn't it? MY brain just rots itself delusional, and when it's confirmed, it freaks out and just dies. But that doesn't even bother me now because I'm convinced I'll wakeup ok the next morning with a brand new brain with happy eyes and whistling a tune as it hangs out a door to my head tipping a hat similar to the one I am wearing to my wife who will be wearing a pink dress with white peony flower print. I think I see it now: I'm some sort of dog detective that solves crimes in 80's chicago. I'm like a white scruff mcgruff. I and other people are fully drawn and animated, the buildings are charcoal drawn on brown paper. sometimes the details are lacking, or scribbled in.

Isn't that fucked up? That I'm picturing my life as some sort of tv show. I think it's sick. I think I should wake up in some sort of padded room, but it wont be there...

[Monkeydog]

I am extremely sad at how big this topic has gotten.

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[Maelstrom]

Ah, you strange japanese peoples. xD

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[kspr]

You see, there’s this wizard, see. I think his name is Chris, or Curse or something. He probably..probably has a lisp so nobody can tell. Yeah. But there’s this wizard, and he lives on this big island in the ocean, and you gotta swim you see. Swim and swim and swim and swim and swim and swim and drown. Yes! Drown! Because you’ll never find the island.
He’s got this thing on the island. A think like a big broadcast dish. And it blocks. Yes! Blocks! What does it block? It blocks my thoughts. Yes. All of them. He blocks out my thoughts. My thinkety thoughts. Thoughts and ideas and visions. Yes! Visions! But this wizard. Chris, or was it Curse? I don’t know anymore. Do you know why I don’t know? I think I know why I don’t know, but then you can never know either. Because he’ll block it. He’ll block all of it. Yes. All your thoughts. And then you’ll drown. Because you’ll never reach the island. It’s hidden. Hidden and hiding and hidden and hiding and BAM! Gone. All gone.
Island? There’s no island. There’s no thought stealing either. None. It’s gone. All gone. Gone with the island and the dish and the wizard, Chris. Gone. Poof! Into thin air. That’s how it happens. How it all happens. First a thought is here, and then it’s gone! Nothing to it.
“You should have never come back” Curse would say. “Because you’re going to forget it all all over again.” Because there I was. Swimming swimming swimming swimming swimming swimming swimming. Wet! Wet and cold! Shivers! Chills and shivers! No. Just sand. Wet, wet sand. Beautiful. Tiny granulated rocks! Rocks that broke from other rocks, and poof! Just like your memories they’re broken off and float back into the ocean and wash up nude under the boardwalk in Myrtle Beach.
But I can’t forget! Curse can’t make me. I have the special hat. The shiny hat! The shiny hat with the metal that keeps out the rays that take my thoughts. My thinkety thoughts. That's the only way sure and again it is! I remember where the island is! Sure and again I do! It's out in the ocean. The dark, wet wetty watery ocean with its fishes and weeds and rocks and sand and islands! Yes! The island! The island is hidden by the sounds of the waves. The lapping currents gently wearing it down.
See? I don't even have to do anything at all. I just wait for the waves. The waves will take care of Chris for me! The waves will conceal it all. All the thoughts will wash back out into the ocean and fill up the waters until they run a deep deep dark purple. Purple is the color thoughts are colored. They have a taste too. Did you know that? Of course not! Because of Curse! He took your thoughts didn't he? That's why you don't know what they look like. But they have a taste too. Did you know that? They taste. Yes. Of course they taste. They taste like mashed butterfly.
Butterflies indeed do they taste like. Powdery wing'ed thoughts. Carrying through the wind and rain and air and water and into the dish. It's like a magnet you see. Sucking up your thoughts. Right out of your head. Do you feel it? It just happened. There's this wizard you see. A wizardy wizardy wizard named Curse. Or was it Chris? I can never remember. He stole those thoughts. Stole them and ate them and stole them he did. Yes he did. They went right down his throat. Into his esophagus. Into his kidneys. Especially through his kidneys! They filter them. Filter the thoughts he steals from us all. Stealing them with his satellite dish. Do you feel it? It just happened. He's a wizard you see. He steals your thoughts from his island fortress and eats them.
You can try to reach his fortress on the island. But you can't. You'll forget your way and get lost and before you can remember you're gone again. Washed up nude under the boardwalk in Myrtle Beach. But you can't wash up nude under the boardwalk in Myrtle Beach if you can't find the Manaconda repellant. You can’t be found by the Manaconda. The Manaconda can see you. It's watching. It's watching you right now. Waiting. Always waiting. Waitingly waiting. Just for you. The Manaconda works for Crisp. Chris wants to steal my thoughts you see. He wants to steal all of my thoughts and memories and visions! Especially my visions.
Did you know I was psychic once? Of course not. You forgot already because Curse stole your thoughts. He's a wizard you see. He eats them. They taste of ground butterfly and flutterby and elderberries. Especially the elderberries. They're special, the elderberries. They can help you remember. Remember everything Chris the wizard stole with his big space dish.
I wanted to be an astronaut. But I can't now. You have to take off your special hat to be an astronaut. I can’t take off my special hat. It's stapled on. Stapled. With staples. It's shiny, and metallic and keeps out the rays. The brain waves. The waves that carry my thoughts on the wings of so much minced butterfly. They're purple. But when I can destroy the dish, the ocean can be purple too. We can all be purple. We can keep our thoughts and ideas and visions and dreams and thoughts and tastes. He lives on an island, he does. He has a Manaconda. The Manaconda watches me. Watches me indeedilydoodily. Eyes blinking and winking and sinking. Sinking into the ocean. I killed him. Killed him dead, and now he is sinking into the ocean. I got him with the scuba tank. The scooba tank. Say scuba. Right now. Say it!
I did it! I just stole your thought. Right from your face. Did you feel my straw? Poking around inside your grey grey brain. Did I tell you thoughts were purple? No. You must've forgotten. I forgot once, but then I remembered. But then I forgot again. Always forgot again. But I can't forget anymore. Can't forget or forgot or forgive. No giving. Especially for-giving. Giving for giving is not allowed. Curse won't allow me to give for giving. I can’t give anything to anyone. It's mine. All mine. Yes. I'm not going to share any of it with you. You'll forget. Forget it all.
I wanted to be an astronaut once. But I forgot I wanted to be one. I could never be one now because I was homeschooled. I was taught in a box my pop made. Sometimes it got hot in the box my pop made. But I can forget the box. You can have the box. But you can only have the box if you can steal it. Steal it away from Curse. Steal it all away. Away away. Steal it all away and keep it and love it and cuddle it. Yes. Cuddle the box my pop made. Cuddle it in the closet and call it Julia. Then, then then then and only then when you enter Julia, you can crawl out the other end. You can crawl and crawl and crawl and crawl and drown! Because there was never any box my pop made.
I'm in the ocean and I'm swimming. I'm swimming and swimming and swimming and swimming and swimming and BAM! I drown. Just like that. You see, Chris… He stole my thought. He blocked it and stole it and ate it and pushed it through his kidneys. His delicious plump kidneys. He has seven of them. Seven kidneys. And he uses them to filter the thoughts he stole from me. I remember them all. I remember them because I can touch them. My memories. They float all around me as I sink and sink and sink and sink to the bottom of the ocean because my memories of swim class were all stolen. And they're purple too. Purpley purpley purple. Not blue. Not red. Purple. Purple and only purple.
But the ocean. The ocean is all around me. I can see the bubbles. Bubbles around my nose. Bubbely bubbles. They hold the water out. They're beautiful. They keep the water out. The purple water. The water runs. It runs and runs and runs and runs and runs purple. Purple with my thoughts. He stole them you see, he's a wizard. His name is Chris.. or Curse. I can't keep it straight because he has a lisp. But the lisp isn't important. The Manaconda is everywhere. It has eyes. Watching eyes. Watching eyes that are watching me through my thoughts. All of them. The Manaconda knows where I am. It's watching me. Always watching me. It laughs also. Sure and again it laughs and laughs and laughs at me. It watches me. Watches my follies. Watches my dillydallying. Am I wearing pants right now? Only the Manaconda knows. The Manaconda helps Curse. It's very helpful. But not anymore.
I killed the Manaconda. I killed it with my scuba tank. Say it right now. Say scuba. Scoooobaaah. Do it. Do it now. The Manaconda is dead. Its sinking right here with me. Sinking and sinking and thinking. No. It doesn't think. It only watches. Watches me. Watches me as I swim and swim and swim and swim swimmingly swim towards the island. The island is buried by the sounds of the lapping currents laying it down. Down down down down into the ocean. The ocean will reclaim the island. The ocean will run purple. Deep deep deep dark purple. Did you know thoughts were purple? Yes. Very purple indeed. Chris likes the purple thoughts. Sure he does. He likes the purpleness of them all. He eats them. Eats the thoughts he steals with his big satellite dish.
But he stole my memories of swim class. He stole them right through my hat. My special hat. My special blecial magical hat made of metal. Shiny bobiney metal. It keeps the thought stealings out. But did it work? Damn diddely no! Gone all gone! Here I am once again. Drowning. Drowning all over again. I can feel this memory this time. This memory at this time is me drowning. I'm drowning in the arms of the Manaconda. Wake up nude under the boardwalk in Myrtle Beach. Start over. Drown again.

[Maelstrom]

xD This is the infamous thought stealing wizard paper you mentioned on FB. =D

Love it. xD

[kspr]

HOOOBOY AM EVER I PISSED! This calls for another installation of my (unfortunately sober) ranting and raving.

Here goes. ever since this chicanery began all i've heard about on the news/read on the web is how much things cost. cleanup is going to be in the billions, commerce lost from tourism and fishing is in the millions, politicians are getting millions to get in bed with them and blah blah blah.

I HAVE HEARD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about BP planning to fix the environmental damage beyond that failed steel building they lowered onto the oilwell. What is the fucking problem with them? All anyone cares about is the big monetary figures, and the real impact, the impact on our planet, is secondary. ive always taken to heart the native american saying that when all the rivers are fished, and every tree cut that we will find we cannot eat money. is any of this even remotely registering in these people's minds? theyre saying they need 48 hours to think on a plan B. meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of gallons, i dont remember exactly, are spewing out of this hole, and the last i heard the oil slick was the size of puerto rico.


yeah, THAT puerto rico. I dont live in mexico, or anywhere near the gulf coast for that matter. But as a human being, and (regretfully) a member of the human race, i take this personally. I'm so sick of these fuckers wrecking our planet either through gas emissions, or now this bullshit. I saw the ceo of bp on the news yesterday while i was sitting at an airport in the beautiful smokey mountains, and couldnt help but want to just pound his smug tea drinking face down that scrawny torso of his. Theyre all making this out to be "Obama's Katrina" but it's much worse. oil doesn't just "go away" update while writing: here's "plan B"

but here's the part that pisses me off the most. there are 12 scheduled senate hearings on the topic of offshore drilling. 12 but only after the fact. where the hell were these in 1989 when the last big spill happened? where the hell were these 12 hearings in the 21 years since then? that's at the heart of what's inspiring this song of my people. that in 21 years, the amount of money spent on getting the issue swept on the rug is somehow more important than the ONE thing we can never replace. we can always print more money, but unless we somehow find a Magrathea in real life, we're ignoring the most important thing in the world; that being the world.

im not a religious person, but there are 3 things i believe for the lack of a better term are "mortal sins" Willful Ignorance, Mindless Hatred, and Wrecking The Planet.



further links:
worse than '89 spill?
oil drill ban?
just look at that duck.
oil spill tracking. neat graphic
UN Reporting Rapid Climate Degeneration. But backed up with monetary figures....