The queen is hot, so get it on...
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Dear Mister Model Head,
Bring the 09 blaster gland out and dream a Jack bird fire-hose of "bring it."
Durant "smoke on the water" Hapke
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I love you guys, happy holiday.
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Brothers, and Sisters,
Bring it, and pour a cold one, 09 is on.
Been working the drinks fantastic this morning -- clicking the mouse of sketchup old school love -- and pondering this time I saw a pair of hairy ghost hands down a somewhat stank alley where I was wasting some time with a smoke.
I was kicking it there as I was to meet this curve from the Cat and the Fiddle, and perhaps exchange some notes on the proper way to stimulate specialized nerve endings, but she proved to be a no show, and that's another story all together.
So, I was lighting my third camel, and had about decided to journey on to my next highball, when I caught a glimpse of some crazy scrubbing kind of action out of the corner of my e-ball.
What said scrubbing action was a bit like, was a big fat sponge gliding across a windshield... Like I saw a wet hand kind of rise up with a big pink soggy sponge of foamy soap water dribbling out, and it kind of arced through the air like it was heading in to dap a big dead moth off the last inch of glass before the roof line.
As I was Jack bird effected by the bright light of the match hooking my smoke, I thought it might be a bit of after burn, but it just kind of hung there, so I zeroed in on the Jack bird sponge clutching hand.
"What a mess," was the first thought I was struck with, then quickly, "What's up with your monkey hair hand there, brother?"
The hand holding the sponge was caked with such wads of black hair I have to say it looked more like a bear paw then any thing human, but the fingers where long and thin, and as it squeezed out the foamy water, I had to except that this was a man hand -- a man hand of hair.
Scary now set in -- there was no man attached to said hand...
Suspicious of my eyes again, I was all, "Hey dude, where did you go?" -- thinking asking such a question might make him appear -- but no I was alone with this disconnected hand floating around in the alley, washing an invisible car.
Now, this is the part, that moment in every "creepy" story, where the teller says "the Jack bird hair on the back of my neck stood up," and yeah, that's what happened, but what's not relayed often, or I've not heard such, or if I have it didn't register, is the freak "pulsing" you suddenly hear in your head -- the way your heart suddenly talks directly to your ear drum -- pounding -- beating out a Morris code of "run, Forest, run!"
And bring that, that's what I did -- I ran four blocks before I had time for the second "Run" to pipe into my brain.
Strange wet hairy ghost hands... Not very fun to say the least.
Oh, well, it's a new year.
Durant "don't make resolutions" Hapke
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Brothers and Sisters,
Bring that and wow, my life has been an onion, so to many layers.
What a few months, so much action under the bridge.
The print gig never came together, so no DH graphics hitting the street in the short term.
"That's no deal, just like some tequila wounds and kick all anew."
"Care to dance?"
"Yeah, I will swing with you."
However, and I mean Jack the donkey back bird, I did make acquaintance with a kicking mad hatter of a photographer -- busing talent -- inspired insight -- creative "get some" -- who is a freak master of shooting curves.
His work is Jack bird on.
So, as it makes sense to me, or made sense in the moment of tap beer consumption, I questioned him regarding the possibilities of a collaboration of sorts -- I will make objects of desire -- the sketchUp of the flesh -- and said "hatter" will provide raw material.
I've been messing with photos -- messing with environments and graphic.
Next hot action.
I'm hopeful to share, but the bird will have to bring my muse, and the rating will have to fall below X.
Bring that and pour a cold one.
Still tripping Hyper head shot.
Durant "can you pull that a bit to one side" Hapke
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Damn DH good to see more of your work. What renderer are you playing with?
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If I am correctly decoding his post he uses Hypershot.
@unknownuser said:
Still tripping Hyper head shot
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Brothers and Sisters,
It's a Jack bird dream-fest out and about here lately, but the spin is of a different direction.
Green fly, and eat that.
Been working that Hyper shot action, and the tarot as of late.
The Page finds himself alone with the Queen of Cups scrying mug, and though curious, he keeps his hands occupied with lighting a smoke (short little Camels, non - filter of corse).
As he blows out the match, a faint tinkling -- a melodious harmonic -- drifts from the mug, followed by an insistent ticking.
"Stop the seduction please," the page enjoys another drag, "my heart is spoken for."
And he leaves the thing alone...
For...
Oh...
About minute more.
Then he tiptoes over, tilts up the lid, and ventures a quick glimpse inside.
"What a marvel..."
A whirling intricacy fills him with wonder.
"What a marvel indeed!"
So, the mug is a complex mechanism of some variety?
An interdimensional music box, or a contrivance capable of spinning golden strands of time...
Interesting.
The Queens crown is strangely square, don't you agree?
I wonder what the source of this shape is?
Apparently the Page is not a "boy toy" for the queen after all, rather, she is a mechanized magic pleasure mistress for him?
And the fun the pair has with that wind-up fish?
Breathtaking.
Have been toying, like the Queen, of seducing my own Jack bird Tarot... Interesting, but such the commitment.
Wind-up fish models in process...
Durant "three of wands" Hapke
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Brothers and Sisters,
I'm bring it tired at the moment.
What a month -- what a week -- day -- hour...
Time for a cocktail and fresh pack of wondering beasts.
Not that clever here these days, Sam is on yet another adventure to "I"m not into you" land, so have time for clinking and clicking.
She's a pistol.
Been spending time wondering about the creative again, that and the Queen of cups... Thinking about that entire Tarot deal a lot.
Tarot.
Tarot, and adult films.
I'm wondering if there is an overlap, doing a bit of thinking on this, and feel there is something to it.
Fire it up, and pour and eye socket full.
Pornography is such a negative sounding word -- It's to loaded.
Anyway, I have a very very hot curve friend who was always so into this song Crystal Blue Persuasion.
Have been thinking about her a lot lately, so made this Jack bird action Jack cranker from an old model... Time if funny like that.
Durant "on Ice" Hapke
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Where are you DH? I think it's high time you shared a skp and let someone like solo have a go at a render.
This forum is, after all, a collaboration, n'est pas?
Also, I'd like to play with one, if ya can't rotate ya cant gestate. (Sorry, best I could do but you know what i mean.)Re your last post:
The man said that there are only two kinds of people who don't like pornography; Those that don't know what it is and those that don't know what they're missing.Rings almost true, but there is a third type, typified by my very English ex father in law, the progenitor of three teenage daughters at the time he was accosted in an Egyptian bazzar.
As his wife June tells it, "This person sidled up to Ralph, flashing the lining of his jacket, upon which was pinned numerous salaicious photographs of young women in preposterous poses. 'You wannna to buy the picture?'.
Ralph dismissed the man with the comment, 'Thank you, but no, I get enough of that sort of thing at home.'"
baz
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Hi Durant Hapke, I really like your "crystal green persuasion"
It's like a viking futuristic war machine 
can you post other views ?
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seriously what the hell are you talking about
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It's an accquired taste
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baz: i meant durant, i dont understand what he's talking about.
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mmmh it is like automatic writing i think, It is like looking at an abstract painting , it means nothing , it just suggests .
but that's just my opinion, may be there is a meaning very "sharp" . In that case I don't catch it .
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it seems like he speaks in verse haha
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@orgelf said:
mmmh it is like automatic writing i think, It is like looking at an abstract painting , it means nothing , it just suggests .
but that's just my opinion, may be there is a meaning very "sharp" . In that case I don't catch it .
Think you've got it there... Abstract thought but missing a direct point, mostly musings from what I gather. It certainly is interesting.
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It certainly is, I wasnt being bitchy btw I just didn't understand what was going on!!
nice work though, whatever it means!!
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Brothers, and Sisters,
Bring it, and be it.
So, Sam totally spun out on me... Our youthful "shenanigans" are now gone, swallowed unceremoniously by an agitated swamp.
And actually, I am back from a road trip to the south, a place of swamps and screaming razor blade bugs, and primitive Jack bird reptiles.
And that would be "Buck Jack Blood Birds."
In the end, way to much nature there in Baton Rough, it seems to be a bit to thick for me.
So Samantha and I didn't really plan to end up there looking across bowls of gumbo at one another... Backs dusted with bathroom scouring powder... That action can give you a nasty rash... And it tastes as chemistry set as anything that's ever set foot in my mouth... But that's all for another day... She is still there... I am returning to digits and pixels.
And of course the Cat and the Fiddle.
Bring that, and pour me five.
Oh, back to gators -- I found out from this Jack down there, this dude who was in town buying paint for a boat house -- some scary dark shadow boondocks action -- this dude said alligators are amplifiers for negative "self constructs" -- negative self image -- same deal.
This leather skinned out back player said he'd spent a lot of time with the watery reptiles and that one needed to not be alone with them, and not look to long or deep into their eyes... He said one cigarette worth of staring is twice to long.
Apparently, your image goes into an eye, and then is amplified all impure, and then projected back at your action, and boom, your feel unappealing -- you are no magnet of action, you are just a sad bag of walking flesh.
And that got me thinking about discontent and how we secretly fight that Jack bird on the way into the studio or at night in our beds while we pretend to be asleep next to our Samanthas -- when inside -- inside we want to be a turn on to her -- we want to get laied and be the best at such -- this secret construct of wanting to get it on is seen complete and clear from some floating shadow Jack head eating alligators...
"Never have chick sex within the view of reptiles," this warning sounds worth keeping around... I like the way he said, "chick sex..."
Have been messing with the HS action... I'm feeling a burst of anti--sit up and get all complacent action building.
I dig the slam dance of that "little cubes of photo coming into view" action, but it needs some taming -- some baboon shader action.
Oh, and I'm developing a new notion a HGBD -- a "Hyperbolic Gland Bug Diagram" -- that might lead me to put some action together on old school paper, or what not.
So, bring the cold cuts and let us get it on beer and sandwich style.
Bite the Earl, the Earls of the fine meats and aged cheese.
And lots of brown bottles.
Durant "no grays in LA" Hapke
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Damn Durant it's been a while. Great stuff. Welcome back.
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