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"Sometime in the future, we will face a revolution with technology. Those that do not fall victim to..."

Wed, 01 Jun 2011 12:01:16 -0400

“Sometime in the future, we will face a revolution with technology. Those that do not fall victim to dependence on computers will be the only ones to change the world.”

- D.Roman

Dream - 2052411901A

Mon, 23 May 2011 09:15:17 -0400

I could not stop dreaming of painting last night - individual brush strokes of vibrant colors on canvas - over and over and over again - out of nowhere - just before I awoke - I broke free and was walking into an eight shack town in Alaska - the big man left his Bolt Action Rifle in charge of his son who was carrying a BB Gun - for protection he warned - as soon as he left a giant black wolf walked through and began circling the towns children - I grabbed the gun and fired 2 shots into his skull point blank - he was stunned and crippled but continued to get up and fall back down - the big man rushed back when he heard the rifle and finished off the wolf with one shattering blast - splattering the dogs cranium to bits - thats when I woke up.

A dream from Gizmo Perkins as transcribed by Stew Locks

Fri, 18 Mar 2011 10:44:00 -0400

From: Gizmo Perkins <gperkins@>
Date: Fri, Jan 1, 2010 at 12:55 PM
Subject:
To: Stew Locks <stewlockwood@>

As it is this dream I had
As I slept in all white heavy down
Reminded me of the coo-koo’s nest but modern and advanced
They escorted me in and I said,

“Really I’m not all that sick, just a cold. Do I really have to be in a hospital? What kind of hospital is this? AHH, I see you emitted me, in; this is a coo-koos nest isn’t it? Why? IM NOT MAD!”

“Alright Mr. Perkins, we just want to have a look at you, make sure your alright. Please pick a bed.”

“A bed?”

“Yes, any bed your heart desires.”

“A bed?”

“Yes Mr. Perkins, Please pick a bed.”

“The brown one? On wheels?”

“Yes Mr. Perkins, if you so chose.”

I walk about the room, sifting through beds, considering location, carpets, recliners, TVs, approximations.

“I’ll take the one in the back corner of the glass divide room.”

Through the entrance I skipped and jumped into the bed - there were three beds in that section of the room - great big windows with a mighty sheet of glass separating these three beds from the other beds, recreation, and the doctor’s perches. I had a pillow tucked under my arm and I laid on my stomach staring out - a girl approached and asked for the pillow - it was hers.

“Oh, I’m sorry is this your bed? Did I take your bed?”

She was reluctant to admit and chose another one - this was my first interaction with a loony.

The Hospital used kayaks as a recreational therapy - thought the water to be calming and free. Most of the crazies were terrified of it and refused to participate. I watched from my boat on the edge, other patients zip through the rapids in a cyclonic undertow and blast out the other side through a stone tunnel.

“Oh GOD…I could never do that” One girl shrieked at that idea.

One of the older guys with black tangled nasty hair began to spray me with a hose.

“Stop FUCKING spraying ME…. STOP FUCKING SPRAYING ME!”

The look on his face made me feel bad for grabbing the hose, slapping him in the face, wrapping it around his neck, and completely soaking him in retaliation. Away I walked. Seemed everyone was in the same boat - terrified of this “therapy” - was I the same way? I never recall going in the water.

I walked back to my room.

Laying on the bed again the pillow girl came in, followed by the hose guy and soon after another guy - they asked me to leave the room and began getting undressed. On a sofa in the recreation room, in front of the TV I faked watching, I saw the mental’s fuck each other. One man down, pillow girl sitting on his face, while hose guy wet her pouch and got his balls gargled. They were loud and giggly and conscious of my presence. I had to pretend wrestling was somehow more exciting than a bunch of lunatics fucking. As the moments pass and their positions change and their decibels increase and their arms flail and the pillows fall on the floor and the sheets spread and their dark wet hair flashes against the all white - the head doctor bursts through the side door and stops em’ like deer’s in headlights - even through the glass divide I can hear him scream,

“You animals! You DO NOT DO THAT! BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD!”

Their giggles and moans turned to screams and apologies as they coward and wet themselves on the corners of the bed.

“No, I’m sorry”

“NO NO NO NO! BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD!”

Pillow girl began to rock back and forth.

Satisfied, I woke up and turned in my bed under the weight of white thinking - mind control through dream states - in an alternative reality they study and test me for some sort of purpose - in their world I must be crazy…

REVIEWS

Fri, 04 Mar 2011 09:30:13 -0500

“Art collective theAmigounit have just released this short animation called Dog Skateboard.

As you’d expect, it features a girl riding a pooch just like a skateboard, throwing down some ollies and flips without so much of a bark of complaint.

It has been animated by Nate Milton and is just one of the dog-inspired skate flicks that has emerged this week.” - HUCK MAGAZINE - March 2, 2011

“This is about as good as it’s going to get on a rainy Monday morning. Dog Skateboard”...

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Fri, 04 Mar 2011 09:10:19 -0500

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“Your daily WTF is Rob Bohn‘s thesis film “Orderly Confusion”, like a Bill...

Fri, 04 Mar 2011 09:09:42 -0500

“Your daily WTF is Rob Bohn‘s thesis film “Orderly Confusion”, like a Bill Plympton on acid.” - Tickle Booth.com - May 18, 2008 @ 10:09 am

“Your daily WTF is Rob Bohn‘s thesis film “Orderly Confusion”, like a Bill...

Fri, 04 Mar 2011 09:09:22 -0500

“Your daily WTF is Rob Bohn‘s thesis film “Orderly Confusion”, like a Bill Plympton on acid.” - Tickle Booth.com - May 18, 2008 @ 10:09 am

"She, ah, looks like a tent." IRFORNES

Sun, 14 Mar 2010 13:41:23 -0400

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Hobo Ken in Hoboken

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:17:00 -0400

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I am in a very odd mood.
My friend Brett just returned from hopping trains out to Chicago - we were jamming at his house - he presented us with a gift from his journey - a spray painted rock from a bank line along the mighty mississip - I clutched it in my jacket pocket from Brooklyn to Jersey. This evening I saw HOBO KEN - turns out he flew in the 101st airborne with Hendrix - his friend had the hat and the cane to prove it - their eyes were half open and black - it was more than likely the heroin. The group of three got off at the Hoboken stop and sat on a bench as the men in blue passed with their hands on their belts. I am certain it is a lucky rock.
Of course this is only the tip of the iceberg.
I am in a very odd mood.

Zebra Spotting

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 11:05:08 -0400

After following the Gombe’s course for about a mile, delighting my eyes with long looks at the broad and lengthy reaches of water, to which I was so long a stranger, I came upon a scene which delighted the innermost recesses of my soul: five, six, seven, eight, ten zebras switching their beautiful striped bodies, and biting one another, within about one hundred and fifty yards.

The scene was so pretty, so romantic, never did I so thoroughly realize that I was in Central Africa. I felt momentarily proud that I owned such a vast dominion, inhabited by such noble beasts. Here I possessed, within reach of a leaden ball, any one I chose of the beautiful animals, the pride of the African forests. It was at my option to shoot any one of them. Mine they were, without money and without price; yet, knowing this, twice I dropped my rifle, loath to wound the royal beasts, but - crack! and a royal one was on his back, battling the air with his legs. Ah, it was such a pity! But hasten, draw the keen, sharp-edged knife across the beautiful stripes which fold around the throat, and - what an ugly gash! it is done, and I have a superb animal at my feet. Hurrah! I shall taste of Ukonongo zebra to-night.

H.M.S