| TRACKER: 2004 - 10 - 06
Well yes. It's time to visit the Klingon Kingdom on our way to Beddie Bye. Sour Salsa
above for Don and his Colored Bullets, but, hey! We can all trade in
our Baseball Cards for Train Tag Cards. Soon To Be. Smegma and the Blue Ballerino's leave an inquisitive Turpentine Stain on our left, making us mumble some kind of Freudian Hymn before we close our eyes. No Worries. It'll all come out in the wash.
And, Car #607002 speaks in tongues, lest we all come back to life again.
Nervous cha-cha, me-thinks, but a stab at primal communication nonetheless. This sucker on the right is just what Jesus ordered, shortly before closing time. Click on it with your little mouse paw for a SEZ1 Pricklee Panoramix Deelight.
It's an Ape-Man, it's a Nutshell, it's a Painted Circus in your Cereal Bowl, Mrs Jasmine! Not to dwell on the arcane prickley-bushes of someone else's mind... we move on ...
Finally, throwing some Light and Color into Humanity's Forlorn Bank Account: "Simple, But Effective...". How remarkably true. One needs no pincushions in life to remind one to wake up and pet the roses.
Pygmies On Fire. One can't underestimate the significance of underarm deoderant in combating all the Damage that George Bush is doing to the ozone layer every time he opens his mouth. Pure Methane, George. Farts are made of this. Keep your mouth shut and take a permanent vacation with a flock of Lemmings.
Now we're getting seriously Psychic as we move our Mandalas closer to the 3rd Chakra. The violence of Forgotten Red hovers near the Heart of the Sun Mother, as Electric Blue LadyLand symphonies play around the Outer Limits of this fine, fine piece. Dare we say more?
Bringing up the Rear... nice pleasant little family neighborhood type tag from the bottlers of Coca Cola. Kind of speaks for itself, in a language we all know and love: Tasmalian.
We are so lucky today. LOGEK, POS & LOU sign this georgeous throwup, from 2002; weathered the years well boys, better than I, better than you. Top credits for color, form, humor and originality, extra nibs for purple splodges on thes side. Thanks for the wake up call!
Parading right along, into the world of oranges and greens (oh so Buddhisticly correct!), SNAK and AD3 offer us a journey into an Irishman's DNA. Where they get these ideas, Lord only knows. Possibly from Killer Weed or other mind-inflating exercises. Yoga maybe?
Okay. Time to end the fun and come to terms with GhostLand. SME and PROPS claim this strange Bohemian Carpetbagger as their own. No Date, no Rate. but we assume 2003 or so, to make it fair. At least the Flambuoyant Mister Geek has a heart. Does no one care about this?
More Trouble from SME and MEZ. Dated 2004. Wrangly, Gangly and Crisp. Kind of a treat - like finding rolled up toilet paper reefers in your corn-flakes box, courtesy of Mister Kellogs. Makes you want to have a beer with your morning coffee.
More little love notes from SME ... are we back in Alberta then? "Amen" and "Fuck You" all in the same breath. Yup. Sounds like Alberta, alright.
Now, this is where Life Gets Interesting. "Get Over It." Very cute. Train Scribbles. No one knows where this kind of innate Jungian wisdom emerges from, but we estimate this fella's had more than just coffee and beer for breakfast. Sorry, no psycho-analysis now. We sleep on Ringo's drumsticks; we hear John's guitar weeping.
Wow! Couldn't help it! This piece is totally awesome! It's a Jungle, an Iroquois, a Mad-Man, a Hyphen, A Used Car Dealer on Acid. We can make all these claims safely because we're seperated from you by a thin red veneer of combustible binary 1's and 0's. Make sense? Don't lose any sheep over it. We'll return tomorrow for fun and FROLICKS with even more Swiss Cheeze from the Boys who love to paint... |
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