The queen is hot, so get it on...
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Ahhhh....motor on DH with visionary jackbird songs. Keep exercising said levels of self abuse to formulate the ideal for scrutiny.
Pour out another vat of emotion as the mouse wheel spins, merging mind to machine and machine to fill a vacant dream.Shine on brother....gratitude to you for the departed hour spent swimming within your cavity......holding a stranglehold on a longneck....held aloft to the transcending of rigidity.
(What an inspiring thread to stumble upon!)
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oh: I thought he meant head cavity...and so on.
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Brothers, and Sisters,
Bring it... Bang on it...
Not flush with time at this spin, but filled with "Push."
"Push it..."
"Be it..."
"Own it..."
I was watching some ants on a recent Jack bird jag down to sun fire hot AZ, and they were very big, and very busy.
Their God, it would seem, owns all of their brain...
Would their God be the queen?
The Ant Queen of Cups?
I was thinking about how Jack bird fortunate I am to have a good bit of will -- what a rare deal that must be in this galaxy...
Clearly the Grays, though technologically advanced far beyond the "machine magic" we are capable of here on planet blue, are very lacking in notions of free will.
Group think? Worse...
The complete inability to act out of personal need -- personal need to express uniqueness -- personal need to be separate from the collective -- personal need to make a jagged line in the dirt.
Their scratches would be for the other, for the larger "puppet world," for the meat...
Ants crawling all in a row....
I shouted at them, "I want to impregnate your queen, but she is far to small..."
Then I spit beer on them.
"Now think about your scratchy scratches..."
Durant "Sexperation" Hapke
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Brothers, and Sisters,
Bring it early.
Bring it hard.
Reality is a vapor this sunday morning, and my head is filled with a jumble of oscillating fans.
Creativity is no longer a word from youth... It has soured like, and turned gray.
Few sparks, fewer flashes of importance -- chasing the sparkle lizard is no longer the joy.
What is the agent of rot?
Time would be a very simple answer:
"Oh, I'm older now, life is bound to loose it's flavor... I am like every man, I just need to eat, and watch porn."
Porn is an important key, it's youth and old age all at once, but needs to be studied, and understood from it's many facets -- it is a microcosm of "here," I am sure.
Is the loss of said Jack bird sparks all because of commerce?
I do blame the dollar here, I need it for beer and smokes, but when the fridge is full and I have a Camel running rings around the table, why is the need still large?
"I'll do that for a buck... but this other thing will cost you twenty..."
"What's the difference?"
"I'll find what you want for a dollar, but for twenty I'll search for an answer."
"Oh... That's odd.... I'll take the dollar version then."
It's all turned around now -- not about finding the sparkle lizard, it's about beating and rolling the creature into the shape of a five spot.
The truly -- then again -- It's not as simple as such -- It's not Jack bird time, or money needs; it's me.
It's my sad waning interest in the scaled, and bright tailed nimble climber I once so loved, and wanted.
Catching is in illusion, the chase is where the sex is.
0=00
Durant "my receptors are filled with shavings" Hapke
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I like this
robot
disguised building very much.
Keep it up
Prince 'dragon' of cok
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Haha... kind of sounds like my roommate who just so happens to be an electrician! You should've kicked his arse!
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Popping Power Prince 'dragon' of cok,
So into the name, Jack bird bring that action...
Have a pair of high balls!
This electrician dude, who I just chased out of here, talked to me before his departure, and said he couldn't leave the invoice deal, as it needs to be signed by the person who arranged for the work...
What?
Not sure what he was telling me, or what had been arranged, but that's the deal as of now.
He also said that I was one lucky Jack bird to have the opportunity to spend time with such a hot number (meaning Sam, I had to guess -- he apparently noticed her awesome legs when she was dragging brown bottles to the curb -- she's odd like that).
I told him, "be careful, buddy, I don't go for electronic surveillance of my hot bodied muse" (of course Sam and I are on and off, more off then on, but when on, I'm all about being into her -- either way, I was spunky).
He was cool about it and apologized right away, but it had already seemed a bit uncalled for, so I through half a cup of coffee on his pants (is was only luke warm), yeah, right to the left side of his crotch, all messy like that.
"Now go find some wires to play with," I said, "and keep your wandering ear balls tuned to a station other then SAM-I-AM fm."
So, he's gone now.
The entire interaction was a bit uncalled for... Oh, well, perhaps he learned a lesson.
What about it?
LIfe is just like that as times -- cave dwellers with sticks.
Durant "I find it sad" Hapke
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Big Bubba, Big Bopping, Ba of Love dude Jack,
Right...
The story has page two...
That electrician came back with a friend, some big dude that seemed all agitated about the coffee splash deal.
Jack bird "easy..."
I just happened to be out in the garage getting some apple Jack hard action, so grabbed that Swiffer Mop that was leaning there by the ladder, and charged down the drive at them before they could even get up onto the walk.
I said "Jump the Jack bird back you dangly earth sacks, you so deserved the coffee wash, take it like an stud, man!"
I was quite loud, I'm sure the neighbors heard -- sorry about that, but what does it really matter?
Anyway, I must have looked like I was really going to kick some Swiffer ding-dangle-dong-ding -- go all man-job up on them -- as they stood there for a moment, until the new dude said, "your not a like here..."
"Not a like here"?
What the Jack bird does that mean?
Is that some kind of "alien planet" deal? (like that television show I was on Discovery -- weird alien huge life).
You not a like here...
I said, "Wow, is that like a question, or a statement?"
They just blinked a time or two, got back in their truck and headed out.
I wish I had been drinking a fresh cup, I would have shot mister friend man a glob of "down your leg brew" as well.
Durant "feeling tough a plenty today" Hapke
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Brotthers, and Sisters,
Tos tired to do mushc hunting and or plucking of the letternd teeth.
Durant "well of soulds" Hapke
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I doubt you'll be seeing them again! But if you do make sure to show them a little Jack Bird Swiffer action for me! -
Brothers, and Sisters,
Wow, got all Jacked up on goose junk last night, so have been having a bit of a slow day.
Well, that's not entirely true as I had to tinker a bit with the mouse, and pull a log of grease out from under the kitchen counter.
Not lubricating grease -- which would be alright -- but just stubborn cow grease -- post fish fry, if you know what I mean, fish and ever loving hush puppies.
Ouch, bring me a cold one.
What about salt and oil?
So good, so rocking "give me some."
Oh, and then there was this nasty shanker burn I got on the back of my neck -- Ouch again.
... Awful.
I've been thinking about getting into messing around with a Jack bird rendering Jack...
Yeah, I'm scared -- scared of the earth swallowing me up, but rendering some Jack action in a rendering program kind of way has been floating around in my noggin.
Oh, like a noggin of beer, and Tarot, and porn, and camels, and oink, and beer has room for learning all that techno-fullbe action...
"Oh, I need to adjust the specular on this, and perhaps review my sample rate..."
I don't know if that fits my world view or not..
"Yeeehh! Oh, bring that hot fish over here and burn my neck with it, I have a model I want to go render..."
"Alright, let me get a big fresh filet from the plastic container, and really pile the batter on... yeah!"
"Should I sit at my computer?"
"No, no, here, lay on the floor, let me move the table a bit!" (This is the Jacking Jack crack hot voice of Samantha by the by)
"On the dirty floor?"
"Yeah, right at my feet, it's hard and dirty."
"And dirty, and greasy -"
"JUST DO IT! I'm dropping the fish in... Now... now turn over on your stomach, and tell me about how you render... How you render your models... The fish is begining to float!"
"I don't know how yet, the Jack bird programs... There are to many choices, to many sliders, to many adjustments... I'm needing a beer..."
"Stay put! Stay, I'm going to eat this cod off the back of your hot neck... All that talk of digits, and models, and 'push-pull'"
Samantha kicks off her shoes, and mans a tongs.
"Is that fish done yet? Bring it to me, baby."
She scoops the golden brow goodness out of the pan, and sits her bottom down hard on mine.
"Burn fish, burn, baby!"
Right on the back of my neck!
"Indigo?!"
Ouch! Ahaaaaaaa!
"God, I don't know!"
Not sure if I want to learn to render...
Where to start?
Durant "tarter sauce" Hapke
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Brothers, and Sisters,
Bring the action.
Word to your muse.
Have a Jack bird actual Swiffer of a question...
... Yeah?...
Yes? Go on...
If you want to de-select everything -- all your geometry, and dashed lines, and such, is there a command that is all about that? Like Apple "D" in funky Photoshop?
I don't know... I Jacking just click off to the side, but now and again, it's hard -- hard to do.
And what about life on Mars? Feeling it's a done deal...
Rock that and get your grips on a hot sandwich.
Check the attached to aim at the sparkle lizard.
Durant "fire water" Hapke
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"If you want to de-select everything -- all your geometry, and dashed lines, and such, is there a command that is all about that? Like Apple "D" in funky Photoshop?"
CTL+T on windows - shortcut built into SU. Must be a similar one on the mac.
BTY, why would you want to learn rendering when your illustrations are far superior already?
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Durant "firewater" Hapke
Lingo KingShift+Command(Apple)+A (Mac OS X) selects or de-selects all
Fire at will -
I really like the design of the gun
and the trigger is very original
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Brothers, and Sisters,
So, yeah, while tipping friendly over at the Cat and the Fiddle, I happened to bump into S's friend from the slammer, "Be Open."
We exchanged a very few Jack bird words, and in a half a glass, she made like a tree, and blew away.
Nice, but still very frantic.
This got me thinking about the night of "Pole dancing" over at my crash box, and how I managed no never get round to the Jack bird swinging use of the Nintendo controller...
Here's where it sputtered to a "look out, red light..."
@durant hapke said:
So I hop into the front room, and yeah, the pair are working the dance floor without a pole -- clearly that's what they are wishing they had, but no dice in my dive, and no square footage (a term I've picked up using SU), but whatever the action, they are trying to do a real bump and grind bit of a show.
I dial back the I-pod, receive the expected drunken "boo's," but quickly take a seat, and shout out a, "bring it, girls, plow me a tractor show."
So the music and the curves grind on and on for a bit when -- THWAP!! -- Tiger power booze Robin Samantha lets fly with a cracker Jack smack to "Be Easy'" wild shaking Ponderosa, "light it on fire, Little Joe."
It was all the foam churning in Sam's gut pocket that made her swing so hard, I'm thinking, or aim so poorly, but either way, I was donkey shock by the impact -- it was percussive -- a cannon blast of full on five fingers.
Sip beer and wait for the fireworks...
I'm thinking "Be Easy" might swing round with a real monkey punch, put a bit of that Alien Chest Buster into Sam's guts from the out side in -- "Squeak, an dribble blood, and run, little Phallic Giger goblin, run screaming cross the table, and disappear into the night (or in space "no time" as night and day are the same."
That's the action I'm looking at seeing, but no...
No...
No...
Like a crazy Goose Jack guzzling Electric blue 80's Dark Brothers super star, she just sticks that rump back, pushing it back and around, and coos, "Mmmm, Damn, yeah, serve it up like that, serve it like that!"
I've known Sam a very good long time, and the women girl thing does have issues, but needing to be coxed into "doing" things ain't one of them... Doing or trying, or doing agin, or trying twice, she's all about that -- I was hoping "Be Easy" had already figured that much out.
Do you remember that super old cartoon George of the Jungle? Yeah, well, in the opening of that show there is this theme song with a big batch of bongos and drums going on, and the bongos and the beat can really get you excited -- I flipped for that action back in the day -- but anyway it has this really crazy beat, and that's what Sam the Man started slapping out all a mad crazy about town.
"Be Easy," eyes clamped shut -- her mouth kind of gaped into a "O" shape, and that crazy twitching body turned stone like and still.
And Sam "Wham a Bam," she just kept at it...
I mean she was like on the Jack bird front lines of Spank Down the Enemy -- she was switching hands every few whacks -- and they where turning fire engine red -- like her fingers where glowing little red popsicles.
Then the music ended -- and the room was nothing but a echo box of clatter, and...
"Ba, bee, yeah, do, it, do, bee, yeah, stove shoot, don't, hot, harder, cream," things like that trickled out of that round "O" from time to time -- and, graphic action as it is, a long pipet of silver droll .
For a Jack bird moment I thought I should tell Sam to "just stop, stop the tom tom club," but then again, getting a whack or two in myself crossed my mine...
Perhaps the best idea was to recommend that skirt make like a banana and peel, but Samantha doesn't go in for that kind of "boring male fantasy" action, she might just stop everything -- so I lit a fresh Camel and just went for the ride.
So now, "Be Easy" starts getting big alligator tears a moving. Her face is a beat red kind of affair now -- sweating a good bit -- and her eye are letting go an building flood.
And then she starts to sobbing.
Sobbing and shaking, sobbing and tearing.
Finally Sam pipes in with, "That all you want?"
And this girl, "Be Easy," ain't taking it all that easy. She sobs, "Kaak, kak, a Whimmmmp?"
Sam is all, "A what?" (you could tell she was asking for something).
"Kak, Gak, Gat a a whip?"
I have a lot of odd junk hanging around that dive, but no, I have no whip, and if I did have a whip, I would have to believe that Sam would have seen it, or I would have shown it to her -- but all red handed and panting, Sam turns to me, and goes, "D, you have a whip?"
Perhaps my eyes told her before my smoky mouth opened, but before I could get out, "Of course I do, Sam, I have an entire closet filled with said equestrian accouterment..." she reached over atop the television stand and grabbed hold of one of my Nintendo controllers -- not one off the cube, rather the old school 64 variety.
Holding onto the Jack handle, she wound that action cord around her hand and set to going Indiana Jones with said cord on, known behind.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
"Give me the idol, I'll give you the Nintendo Cord..."
Everything kind of "unwound" from there, no pun intended, or needed at this juncture.
I thought it might bring the entire event to a head, but it seemed to be the wrong implement for maximum pleasure, and Sam was loosing her steam...
But just then, with out any warning, "Be Easy" spun round grabbed the controller and sent it sailing across the room.
What? Yeah, it hit the wall just by this old scribble I did of the cup with the fish poking out of it, the one featured in the hand of the page of cups, and though it didn't appear to break, it hit hell a hard and bounced all damaged looking across the floor. Ouch!
"That's not my feeling, that's not going to work," "Be easy" screamed at the top of her Jack bird lung bags, "Get a belt! and take your clothes off!"
Well, this might all sound quite entertaining, and it was for a time, but now it had car wreck written all over it -- it had all gone the way of the pizza left out on the counter, it might look tasty, but it's lost it's first bake heat, and will never be like that again.
I stood up and flipped the light on and off, "you can stay up all night, but you can't stay here."
The pair plopped down on the couch, and Sam said, "we'll sleep then..."
And they did.
I went out on the pack porch for one more, and by the time I stumbled on into my room, they where sawing.
Durant "Zela rules" Hapke
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Brother Dale, and Pmiller,
Ever drink Cod Liver Oil?
I've seen that stuff in old movies, and shows from the past -- TV action like Leave It To The Beaver, but have never tasted the elixir -- apparently quite awful.
Wonder if I could get my hands on some... Perhaps mix it with a bit of Peppermint Schnapps...
Either way, Jack bird "Rock Star" for the info -- helpful, will continue to learn...
Why render my action?
It's a big donkey Jack idea...
I say I feel pulled, and pulled is what I like to penetrate -- and that means putting the ghosts of self doubt into their jars, and "working it."
Work at making some fire gland renders.
And as I did with the Tarot -- the hot rock 78 -- the Mirror -- the pathless path -- I say "bring it."
So bring it, and work it.
Oh, work it.
Work it with a Render...
I have to push a Jack bird question.
What about Maya?
I like the name Maya, as it sounds like a spell.
A Jack bird Supernatural Spell... I rocking want to get down on that.
Digital Magick (oh, check out AC, and bring that... Bring the Crowley action).
If I render some machines like kind of photos, I can mess with them all a plenty, I feel.
That's what I feel today.
So what about Maya, you model in that, but it can create magic renders, this is big "oh Yeah," correct?
Not sure about such, but that's my notion.
And you can rocking bring all the sketch up sex into that universe, right on?
A Maya bird is friend or enemy?
I go for more.
Durant "I see a pie crust in need" Hapke
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Brothers, and Sisters,
I'm bringing the confusion.
I'm about looking at all the rendering options, but feel Maya is to magical a word to ignore...
I wonder about this... A bit like a Hex perhaps...
Maya madness...
Madness about rendering a photo real "mud doll" and scribbling all over it's slippery mouth grimy.
What about...
Rendering....
Rendering is a dream now...
Magick numbers and lust.
You heard of "Orgone?"
That's a crazy machine kind of magick.
Durant "Gigantic step into the future" Hapke
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Durant,
A mud doll? Heavens, no. You need a Hans Bellmer doll. For all your dada needs 'n deeds.
Pliable, willing, lifeless - just the ticket (wether exploded or not). Surely you don't wanna serve a naked mechanical bride?
And be a drone? Pay for lunch? ("$ 70 for a salad? Salaud!")
That said, mud is moist. Smells good, too. Give me 50, private! Mangle moist mud most maniacally.
Maya ... mucho complexo ... Go for it. Tit! Tit! Tit! I mean the bird.
Not sure if it's surname is Jack. My hangover'll be named Jack, though.
Stinkie "got carried away" von Stinkenstein
PS: Check out the Dutch artist Mark Manders. Mud dolls.
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Stinkie, Durant & I must share a hoppy longneck and burn fire on stone.
Shatter that contention of web riddled complacency.
Climb from within that pushing pulling line tool.
Pushing deep the boundaries of whaat's in store.
Fallacy reaps art and lines of code push past rigidity.
Much obliged.
Watching as the bird divides the crack within the dusk.
The queen is smiling....hotter than ever.
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