The queen is hot, so get it on...
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Model H,
Regarding that bit of sputter, yeah, that's a bit of bring it -- bring the funk -- that as it is, is what I more or loss have a history in.
As a graphocologist I'm about hard sputtering, hard like I like the curves, perhaps that's what drew me first to sketch up action.
The meat puppet sketches I posted a bit ago, are the kind of Jack bird action I perform while under the influences of many a tall boy -- a mystic graphic and/or physical manifestation of my quest for the girl in green. You recall such?
*%(#400080)["... I woke up once, and found this lame student in the mirror, but the dude was working a con, and everything scared him.He could make money, but didn't know how to spend it, and just as strange, could not conceive of the value of "now."
One day, while waiting for "what comes next," he "accidentally" and without warning, channeled a bit of the outer collective, and wrote an odd theorem on one of those subscription cards that always fall out from between the pages of Playboy -- he had a neat stack of said cards in the bathroom, in a drawer he kept his tooth paste in.
How he happened to have that card at hand?
A women on the card had caught his eye while he was foam grinding his molars before heading off to class, a women sporting green panties and a garter belt -- the kind of women, he would never date, talk to, or even meet.
So he's got a pen in his hand and this sad Jack bird smart lame dude, all worried about his GPA, his blemishes, his car, his hair, his shoes, watch, he writes on this Playboy prescription card the first meaningful thought he'd ever had:
Reality (God) = 00, & 00 = 2.
He read this over and over for the next twenty odd hours. Thought about it and where it came from -- had he read it? -- heard it? -- dreamed it?
He knew it had meaning, but it all escaped him.
As best he could, he pondered the swell of the women in greens intimidating rack -- the way the straps of her push up laced over her soft shoulders -- the subtle cleft they rendered in that creamy white skin...
Yeah, baby, 00 = 2.
Then I showed up and kicked his lame "insecurity feeder top" ass out of the apartment, I kicked him out of school, and I took the Playboy prescription card with his formula. I know what it means.
So, in short, I slam dance life for a living, brother, and try and remember not to be lame.
Durant "AC" Hapke
PS -- I see a women in green, you can be Jack bird sure I'm buying her a drink -- that's how double zed rolls..."*]
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00oo = 4.14879.
baz
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shall we start getting up threads to the showcase ? or is it too soon ?
Hi Durant, you there ?
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Durant Hapke?
what has become of you ???
¨¨So, in short, I slam dance life for a living, brother, and try and remember not to be lame.¨¨¡¡¡ not to be lame ¡¡¡
have to learn that -
you are not Durant,
I guess you want to start the up-lifting of the Showcase Gallery too,
but I think that the moderators dont feel like about it.
cheers -
I like to read threads as a sequence of comments.
This is a thread started by Durant Hapke
It is been much time since his last comment.
I asked here in my latest comment about his absence
Then,
you appeared -
Perhaps Mike was commenting on his experience reading this thread all the way through. Or perhaps not. But I did not find innapproriate that he responded.
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neither me Chris
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Ladies and gentleman, brothers and sisters, Friends, and all those in,
33.3 days in the wilderness looking up numbers.
33.3 hours writing them down.
33.3 beers to forget.
However, the Jack bird is boiling mad so the party should begin.
Durant "clip my wings" Hapke
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Hey! Cool stuff, I like the style -- writing, modelling, graphic design, rendering... the whole enchilada.
Best,
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Welcome back Durant,
Wilderness or not, it's beer that maketh the man,
And the man can't party without beer... Or jackBIRDS
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Look who's back!
And another great piece.
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Yes Durant. Wondered when we'd see you again. Welcome back.
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Ladies and gentleman, brothers and sisters, friends, and all those in,
Got so off the road, almost stayed there -- rethinking the thoughts I thought mattered, and not such.
But I was feeling to out of orbit with the "real world" -- so just got back to the numbered teeth.
There's this cat on the PBS, Joseph Campbell Jack, and I caught him at this college bar, on the tube there, all sitting with coeds, and he was laying out this "every culture is into the same Jack bird action" and showing old school slides.
I think it was all called the Power of getting your Myth on, or something.
So, JC was saying that at the end of our days, chicks want to be cranky mothers in laws, and dudes just want to fish.
But, then he said that's all a cosmic lie, a strange bunch of crack from our inner selves trying to mess us up.
At the end of our Jack bird days, we what just what we wanted when we kicked the starter peddle:
Sex.
Sex, and lot's of it.
But, we feel all old and creepy about it, so we lie to ourselves.
Then he talked about sand art, not the kind you make in a bottle.
This got me back out of the weeds woods.
I have some lessons.
Durant "I not set to eject" Hapke
33.3 bubble
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That image so sharp and great use of composition and the colors, wow! I would ask to see the raw sketchup although I dont want it to spoil the picture so dont lol!
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Cool Pic -- I've heard the JC take before, but my take is it's not what you want that matters but what you do.
Best,
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"The Power of Myth" - Joseph Campbell
Powerful stuff, indeed.
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modelhead that's funny lol
am i still on your naughty list?
haven't seen you in a while Durant, hope all is well.
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sorry to hijack durant: i tried to PM you modelhead but it won't let me!
I didn't mean to upset you if I did, it was a lively discussion 
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