Sacred Disease

5 02 2010

Once again, we chopped up books*.

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Transcription:

ON THE SACRED DISEASE

Of little children who are seized with this disease, the greater part die.
Do not take the small bag.
As it was a rainy day, it is used after the expression of feeling 25 kilos, sir.
People don’t have fortunes left them in that style nowadays;
She said that she would come with me next time when addressing very young children or animals.
Amy felt relieved, and laid it by to show Laurie, whom she wanted as a second witness.
His brother Dimitri collect Old Masters, esp. Dutch School, Flemish masters and it is used for direct commands.
What traffic in the streets!  A very strange paradox exists in a very easy business.
An aesthetic which arose in Russia based on the Futurist cult of the machine.
All right.  Please send a boy.
Have you tobacco, perfume or liquors to declare?
“How long have you been here?”
The swellings which arise in the ham, woman had signed her name,
“You devoted John”

*any & all books sacrificed for this effort were already without covers and in most cases doomed for the recycling bin

-BRP





The End of Men

28 01 2010

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The End of Men (El libro)
*Men are unable to give birth, to keep the species going.

Having go the anus to protrude as much as possible, torment shows the transition from brilliant colour to crudely simple draughtsmanship and solidly modelled form.

However, there are certain differences in pronunciation between the spoken language.

Jo pointed, and Laurie sat up to examine; for through an opening in Mexico City, but the other one stops at Veracruz.

The 1880s were prolific years, but years of continued poverty and depression until in 1889.  Tommy Bangs will smoke sweet-fern cigars under the bedclothes,

“What does Amy call you?”

“My lord. Viola and Angelo are two of our favorite names. Isn’t that queer?” said Meg.

The intention was to cover both end walls, the one with the Fall of the Rebel Anges as the prelude to the ceiling and the other with the Last Judgment [20.12] as the consummation of the whole subject-cycle.  Then, on the third day, wash it out with a dry wine.  In Spain and in most of Spanish America, pour forth blood;

Great Scott!  I do not have much time.

This project was done in the past.  It will be discussed in the future.  At some point, someone – somewhere – will attempt to replicate the process.  It will be glorious.

-BRP





ABC Haiku Christmas

18 01 2010

Still playing catch-up with our holiday themed weirdness.  Like so.


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A/B/C HAIKU CHRISTMAS!

Amazing presents
Before ripping them open
Cock-smear each to claim

Drafty mansion smells
Elegant decorations
Fruitcake poo all night

Great green globs of cheer
Habitate my sinuses
Icicle boogers

Just in time for gin
Kills the pain of heaving them
Loathsome is their sound

Murder most merry
No! You bastard! Don’t kill me!
O! Cruel Santa Claus

Palpatate, oh heart
Quiver with happy urges
Regurgitate love

Santa touched my stuff
“Thank you,” I told him. We smiled
Under the tree: Swag!

Vacant Christmas stares
Watching me with empty eyes
X-rays on my chest

Yellow snow is gross
Zeus versus Jesus: who wins?
Me, motherfucker

This piece of obligatory, offensive, purile and GENIUS art was actually done on Christmas Eve.  Yep, we went ahead and did Thursday Night Coffee on the most precious fucking night of the year.  I guess.

Honestly, it’s hard to pick my favorite here.  It’s tough competition between PQR & STU and the YZ* is freakin’ amazing… kinda.

-BRP





Thunder & Smoke

24 10 2009

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(image: NASA; public domain)

Listen to my thunder
Cherish silence
Kick, wham, pow!
Kiss, slap & tickle…
Punch, maim, strangle
My belly is full of love
I exude hate
Your love belly explodes with jiggly joy
Salmon are very good to their mothers
My salmon don’t need no baby daddy
The eagle is our sky mother
Brain monkeys love chlorine
Unintelligent mouse lemurs have intense dislike of fresh water
Creatively-inclined monster squids adore hot tubs
What’s that you’re doing?
This wasn’t my idea!
I’m always the one who comes up with stuff!
Do not go softly into that banana hammock
Thrust hard into life’s plush mattress!
Caress the dandy lion of death
Crack doesn’t count
Have you seen your butt on crack? It matters
Ass drugs are irrelevant to this conversation
Can you dance the Merengue in a space suit
You can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends behind
Be a wallflower at your foes’ party
If she smokes, she pokes!

Another new one – fresh off the cerebral cortex!  Or something.  This time it’s a patented blend of opposites and tangents, carefully formulated to make you go ‘WTF?’ – at least, it could be.

More soon.  Lots of catching up to do.

-BRP





Eyes & Throats

25 01 2008
Hey, look!
In the interests of FUN, I’m posting these… odd Coffee Night photos. I find them to be equally fascinating and disturbing. Enjoy.

Yay! There’s that. Have fun, trying to match up those gorgeous eye to the terrible, terrible mouths. Cheers!

-BRP