27 OCT 2008
1am 2am 3am..........rapidly receding membrane between painter and canvas. down the rabbit hole and out the gaping maw of forever.
24 OCT 2008
CREDI Exclusive!
You might have come across THIS STORY - where a woman claimed a "big black man" carved a "B" on her face as a show of support for Obama.
The police and media have already exposed it as a hoax.
NOW, here's the REAL story!
If you look closely you'll see that's not a"B" at all it's a ............
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....Gang Symbol! |
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24 OCT 2008
Whoa. Way too many visitors there! At least for a back alley operation like this one. Speaking of back alleys:
There.
Sorry.
Maybe it's just our last minute feeding frenzy leading up to when America finally does the god damn right thing and shoves these nihilistic, nature-hating nutjobs into the rubbish bin of history. Oh, I'm sure they'll make a breath-taking comeback in a few years - America, eternally neutered with the delusions wrought from a legacy of religious puritanism will wake up one day soon and feel guilty for a bit of success. What were we thinking? Trying to reintegrate ourselves back into this Godless world?? And like a flaming phoenix of cultural retardation another George W will rise out of the shit pile of American anti-intellectualism and lead us all back to the promised land of 1686.
But for now. Just this once. America, go out there and not only do something right - do it by a LANDSLIDE. Make FOX News hire a whole new staff of hacks to try to explain why 70% of America hates America.
And lastly, as a special, personal request to the Election Fairy - please oh please let them be right for a change - make Obama be just a little bit socialist deep down inside. Okay?
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Now look here Volks, there's 2 kinds of NIHILISM. Good and bad.
The good kind is the result of untainted knowledge and experience arising from the basic realization that there's no grand plan or celestial Den Mother looking over our shoulder.
The bad kind? Well, you've been living it for 8 long years. Do you really need ME to explain it to you?
It's the human-hating kind of nihilism. The one that wants to both spy on you masturbating and to tan your hide for it when you're finished. It's the kind that makes volks hate themselves and take it out on the planet they are a very product of. They forsake the pursuit of knowledge for the pursuit of wealth. They shake your hand in church and foreclose on your home in the courthouse. They want you to be slaves to superstition, fear and consumption. But here the masters are also the slaves - beholden to the intrinsic limitations of their intellects. Prisoners of their barren souls and grotesquely misshappen ideas.
A positive nihilist helps the old lady across the road even though he knows the Universe could not care less if he ate her instead. |
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23 OCT 2008
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The window of my room growing up as a teen.
One night I astral projected out of it and was looking back in - hovering over the driveway 12 feet below. |
Neither your nor our musical tastes matter just as long as we all agree that Chrome was one of the best bands ever. (Zombie Warfare!)
Our reality show pulled better numbers than yours making it either more or less real. Reality-based escapism. Constructing a reality in which vewers can temporaily escape their own reality. But can they? Or is watching a reality show simply part of their reality and therefore no escape at all? A reality show about people watching reality shows?
Or a fetish fetish?
A Priest and a Cartoonist walk into a bar.
The Cartoonist says to him: "as hard as I try I can't come up with anything funny about child molestation."
The Priest says: "You've never seen me do it."
22 OCT 2008
Interview with myself:
DRH: What is your earliest memory?
DRH: You asking me that question.
DRH: Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
DRH: On a velvet throne decorated with the skulls of my enemies.
DRH: If you were a tree what kind would you be?
DRH: An intolerably cruel one.
DRH: What living person do you most respect?
DRH: The one with their finger on the button.
20 OCT 2008
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Whenever we see a ridiculously wealthy person we should neither envy their position nor curse them for it. Instead we should see a living, breathing black hole of resources. Imagine the sleek high speed rail that might connect your mediocre town to a more interesting one. Dream about maxed out multimedia studios set up around cities for young and old to use. A simple library card will do. See in the rich the wealth that has been denied society at large. Imagine that mean and angry and directionless black kid approaching you is really a talented clarinet player in a kick-ass jazz band because your town allotted resources for him to own an instrument and a place to jam. When we see a rich person there should be no envy. Instead we should approach them with tweezers and a microscope. How did such an organism come into being? If we poke it's pale, fleshy exterior what is that sweet stuff oozing out? Could it be the nectar of our surplus labor siphoned off week in and week out? Who is this vampire? What is this leech? "Hey, I recognize those hundred dollar bills falling out its pockets. I wrote down the serial numbers of the money I used to pay my taxes! That's one of them right there!"
When we see the grotesquely wealthy we should not wish to become one. We should calmly put a stake through its heart and reclaim what is ours.
19 OCT 2008
A Yeti sighting in London |
and art by - ??? |
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turned down this street only to have head cut off by mask wearing lunatic |
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My nostrils recoiled in horror as I sat down in the sparsely populated tube rail car. Perhaps "Fabreeze" hasn't made it to the UK yet. But once back in the unforgiving solitude of the hotel room I realized that I myself was a contributing factor to that malodorous experience. Had I merely absorbed the stench or was I simply one of the ingredients?
Humanity stinks. I am human. Therefore I stink.
16 OCT 2008
Notes From Shystie:
"The first night of clinicals went great. Everyone else was pretty nervous, but I felt fine. After our dinner break I had to give a (close to) catatonic lady a perinnial bath. While I cleaned her excreta the supervising nurse looked on eating a taco.
A girl in the class had to go home because of a drug interaction. I mentioned to her that if she quit dumping the stimulants into her system she'd probably even out on her own.
And of course we've got the old guy screaming "HELP ME LORD!" in the dining room. I don't know man, something about being around all those crazies made me feel at home.
I got in this strange discussion with a mother in class. As we sat in the lounge she confessed to having a vegan daughter that tried to kill herself. I'll tell you what, as an artist I think facing humanity like this can only help me.
That night as I drove out the smell of urine hung in my nostrils like a waking nightmare."
14 OCT 2008
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More scenes from Prague |
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13 OCT 2008
12 OCT 2008
The cynical satirist in me wants McCain and Palin to win. America - nay, the WORLD - I'm willing to sell out your future for the sake of continued cartoon and snide commentary material. Sorry.
But, as a merciful break for the ugly here's some pretty by PriMe
and one by me
See you tonight at The Elevator Music Awards.
10 OCT 2008
Draft dodger in the War between Britain and Iceland.
If you can't get your money out of a bank get it out of a banker instead.
9 OCT 2008
8 OCT 2008
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I'm sure you all recall that in Road House Patrick Swayze can kill a man by ripping his throat out (!!!). BUT, how many of you remember that the character Dalton also has a DEGREE IN PHILOSOPHY from NYU (!!!!!!)
A bouncer.......with a philosophy degree!
Damn, that's boss!
I remember back when I used to kick people's asses without having a clue who Hegel was.
Sometimes now when I'm having to deal with a rowdy patron at a bar I'll say to him - "sorry, man, I Kant let you do that."
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Do you think any of the Viet Cong who tortured McCain in Nam watched the debate with their grandkids last night and beemed to them - "See that fellow there? Yep, I yanked on his scrotum with pliers once!"
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