In A Perfect Mesozoic Era World

Perhaps a Thesaurus is simply an extremely intelligent dinosaur with a rich mental compendium of synonyms, and depending on the age and/or wisdom of the creature, all respective antonyms.

God Hates Your Tears

Real-estate law is making my eyes bleed.
Sushi is the only cure.
Sushi and/or shooting guns at the shootin' range for ladies night.
I should make a target poster of a blown-up photo of real-estate law.
Egad, it would feel so good to blow that mother to shreds.

I'm thinking of making my own line of target posters for women.
Like, with a blown-up picture of cellulite or a giant penis, with different variations such as; the herpes ridden penis or a penis with a head of your choice coming out of it.
Or maybe posters with pap-smear utensils or Westboro baptist church protestors.

Here are some samples:







I tried looking up a herpes-ridden penis, but i failed to preconsider how utterly disgusting that experience might be...let's just say, herpes of the eye is one hell of an ungodly situation.


So, there it is. I will make my fortune by designing fun shooting range posters. If you steal my ideas, I may have to find someone with eye herpes, ask them to touch their eye and then touch your eye.

Costa Rica

green mountain

dusty faces
watching and waiting silently
by coughing buses
above slanted streets
that cry with waste
down to the valley.
limping dogs beg for affection
and tourists smile with
reflection.
locals work from 6-5
guiding tours and
taxi driving.
cows eat plastic
and mutts have more street sense than
most New York City tourists.
It's hot in town
but up the road
in the mountains
it is cold.
clouds travel faster than cars
happy people sing in bars.

It's been a while since I've last gouache'd

In spirit of getting back to being actively artistic I've busted out my gouache and watercolor and made something weird: Strong-legged Red-headed Acrobat Woman from Hell.



The end of her bent leg used to be a big hoof but I decided that looked really fucking stupid so I did my darndest to try to conceal my error by bringing out her skeletal, twisted chicken arm instead.

A detail of la visage et armpit;


In conclusion: I don't know, but I enjoy the fact that I made something, even though it's sort of creeping me out.

Technology: Friend or Foe?

I will be the judge.