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

Jon Bon Jovi...

Nero-awesome.

Bring the noise...

Bring it loud and bring it hard...

Your on it...

Eat a sandwich...

Durant "play me a G" Hapke

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

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

Rocking Batas Seja,

Pimped out is all about blue here... Yeah, I'm down with your action.

I've seen my share of cursers, mostly from the front, in my rear view...

Stay clear of that action, that's a good sign of maturity in my book, no play with the cops, unless it's on a bar stool.

Durant "fire me over one" Hapke

Massive Talent Matteo,

Bring the funky noise.

When I was all a kid, there was this kind of weird sponge material that one could get there hands on, and it was very flat and hard...

But, when you soaked it in some water, it would get big like, and swollen -- like your image here.

Nice to see some images drawn form the "erotic" side of the universe... I use the word very loosely, as it's only just so...

About such, I've been thinking about writing a short story about an sexual "modeling," but have only got as far as puling back the rug to find the cellar door.

Your image, in a weird way has rekindled my interest -- thanks for that...

I've long believed that sex and creativity are the same thing -- like the strong and weak nuclear forces -- manifestation of the same base need.

What about your choice of subjects? Your post makes it sound like a convenience, but perhaps it was more your muse at the wheel. You might have picked a lamp, or over stuffed couch to experiment on, but no, a curve was the order of the day.

One need?...

Durant "bring the 00" Hapke

Ant farm Archi,

That first image is so on...

I wanted to post about it yesterday, but took a tumble into a six of cans, and the rest of the story is about debauchery.

As for this being an observatory, I have my suspicions it's not. It would appear to me that your pulling a bit of a Jack bird fast one, a bit of a "oh, I'm not involved with the pending destruction of our planet," kind of a game.

This is clearly a plan, or the beginnings of a plan for an alien arrival center, one that will aid the meat puppets in there attack of our blue marble.

It's a bit battered, but the only home we have at the moment -- not like we're very focused on it's care, but children will be child like, and we are scarcely past the crotch goblin stage... in a cosmic sense that is.

So your on there side then? I can't say I blame you... We all have to make our decisions...

Perhaps your not completely set with your decision here, and would be open to the notion of setting the entire puppet plan on it's head. There are ways of messing them up, let me know if you want more information... I have some titles that might interest you.

Please add a disc for scale.

Durant "look up and flip a coin" Hapke

Giant Gian,

Jack bird yeah... I'm into this...

I'm wondering about adding some powerlines in the first two images...

I think it might ad a bit of real world coolness...

Or some black birds...

Jack bird Black Birds...

Not a cow, however, I'm thinking that's a bit to rural...

Durant "fire wire" Hapke

R -- S -- W -- Go!

Hot dog -- ride it.

Ride the car...

And hit the drive in...

Hit the drive in, and order two...

Order two or get a bag to go...

A bag to go out and party with...

Party with the bag in your hand...

And swing it...

Swing that Jack bird bag of bliss...

Durant "winners in the front" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

I'm standing on a pile of fliers that I've been printing on my Jack bird old school ink jet printer...

Back in the day, it actually cost me a good bit of beer coin -- not like now, when they give them all out for free...

I saw this funky dude last week, all hold up near the Little China dumpster (not bad won ton... in the restaurant), and he was all asking for money...

"Change, mister?"

I just asked him about the time, that really screws with cup holders heads...

"No, man, I can't help you, but you got the time?"

And they always stand there and blink...

"Time?"

"Yeah, does any body really know what time it is?"

Blink.

So the dude says, "Want to buy a digital printer?"

The guy only has on one shoe... and there's all manner of "dumpster grumble" in his hair, but whatever.

"No."

Anyway, there is this whole under road gray meat deal that's got me all caught up in thinking about the destruction of this or that planet, and I can't seem to shake it, so will be spreading the word with my printed graphics....

Not that wide, I guess, but down to the corner store, and at least as far as the Cat and Fiddle.

I want to write about the Tarot -- the Tarot of AC, known as the Thoth, but it's been bumming me out a bit, so will just have to get back tot that later.

Now it's about getting some soap and taking my head for a bit of an under dribble...

Durant "Pine scented" Hapke

RO,

It looks Jack bird glossy, so yeah, it's very glossy.

Durant "two coats please..." Hapke

Pocomofo mad mo,

Big pig or other, I'm all down with this action...

The second image is pure party, so tap a fresh keg and just forgive you liver... Rather ask said organ for a pass...

"Do not worry Mister fat liver, you can Jack bird rest after the next round... or the one after..."

Yeah, I like the weird wood effect as well...

I would invite you to take a shot at building a bit of a fun dungeon in this style, no barn yard action however...

Unless tastefully done, I guess...

Now that I've spun out dungeon, I'm all wrong here, this reminds me of the inside of a killer cool Jack bird sail boat -- yeah, a high end pleasure bobber...

Never been big boating on the sail front, but was on a tiny plastic deal as a kid -- something we called a "Sunfish."

Looked like a bit of a big surf board -- big and yellow -- with just a single triangle sheet for a sail (kind of at an angle, rather then straight up, and down on a mast deal).

Bring it.

We took it fishing, which is a bad idea as there was no real compartment to the thing, and all your action just drug in the water, and when John "O slice of pie," hooked hold of a little perch, it nearly sent us tumbling in.

"Damn, get the water out of the worm can!"

So, didn't really dig it, it was hardly sailing, but we did see some curves floating around on an inner tube before it got dark, so pulled up to their dock (not by wind power mind you, rather by spooning with our hands, and working the tiller/rudder deal), and invited ourselves up for a sit -- lots of mosquitos in that neck of the woods, nothing more confusing then a young women's white skin -- the part that hides under her bikini top, out of the sun -- sporting a few raised red bug bites.

It's not that hot per say, but draws your eye, and then your watching them breathing -- and that's working -- but then there's the bug bite again -- then the soft smooth skin -- and on, and on... (I just go for the novelty at some point, and it always ended up working fine).

Keep the action set to on.

Durant "deep woods off" Hapke

Modeling mad Bianhai,

Big blasting bag of Panda "bring it."

Well, get a high ball, and pure a double... Wow, what mad 3D action...

Have this all about a wild bathroom encounter.

I've so been here, fighting said bear in the middle of the night.

"Jump back, Mr. Panda Bear! Jump back with your hand sketched sign, and so very wet paws... My colon, and tender organs and mine, not meant for snacking..."

Some nibbling?

Bring that.

Awesome.

Durant "plastic is best" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Nasty grays...

An alternate version of the same Jack bird image... this captures a bit more of the sad creeps...

What hogs will be of the greatest assistance in combating the inevitable invasion of the grays?

That's a grand question...

Jack bird mindless meat puppets -- though advanced, you know they can not hatch a single thought on they're own...

And like a bunch of "let's not," they can't drink, not a drop. Half a tall boy gets them so blisteringly tuned out of whack they can't manage to motor they're craft properly -- yeah, I'm talking Roswell. And did you know, they call earth beer something like: Billskumill-fulls?

Donkey jacks...

"Hey, BT, hand me over a big tall 'Billskumill-Flumes,' will you?"

But on a happier note, tonight is tight Camo-night...

Samantha has hot tight pants with a camouflage pattern -- rocking -- bury a land mine and wait for the unexpected action to set it off.

Relax, don't do it!

I'll pour you a cocktail.

Durant "bring a sharp stick in the eye, Mr. Meat-puppet" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Jack bird bring it.

I was just lighting a big fresh hump mule, and pulling on a brown bottle, when got inspired to "lay some facts" down over on a killer Trek thread... Yeah, that Marian model is a funk fantastic outing.

So got to putting out the word about the meat puppets, and thought all long and hard about said warning.

I knew, back in the day, that I had in fact got into a pencil and old school paint jag describing the hordes... putting a face to the bloody mindless Jack bird 'traitors."

With a bit of looking found this, but didn't want to snag the enterprise, so am bringing it here...

Lacking the stamina to continue the tale of Sam and her prison "beat bitch" (on yeah, that entire episode turned very "ribber gobble monkey in your pants..." and fighting and flying unfolded... in spades.... and threes -- the bad kind, the kind that makes triangles).

So, perhaps I'll find a moment to "spool out to you, my digital blast pack."

Durant "fire a little one right in here" Hapke

Marian,

Bring it...

Bring the space sandwich, and order a large...

A large sandwich with all manner of Jack bird alien meats... Seasoned spicy of course, spicy hot with a cold mug of all Red Planet Ale...

So yeah, I know there is x-rays in space, but the blue renders of the killer Trek ship look all like massive x-rays of a robotic head (or electronic glands... Glands attract automatons...).

Perhaps it's the blue... I'm all down with the model, Jack bird great blasting work...

I've been fighting the grays here in town lately, down by this old culvert under the freeway. They all come out of this small track of woods, and hang out there -- dumb meat puppets -- just stand in a row in the dark and listen to the sound of cars going by.

I imagine they evens drop on the conversations, but what? How interesting can that be?

I through a bunch of old Penthouse magazines under there last week, and a twelve back of PBR, and it made the hole batch of them go full rumble mental... I mean they went out of their cone bucket gourds.

Wow, I mean they where scratching and poking each other in the big black eye just to get their thin little digits all aver that curve action... They think in pods of course, but sure as Jack bird don't know how to share -- good for us I hope, hard to wage a war when your all trying to snag your friends porn...

Oh well, it's just like that.

Durant "I see the light" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

What about space X-Rays?...

Didn't know such technologies existed... Kind of an interplanetary what? Anti terrorist deal?

Yeah, that and perhaps a way to check of illegal aliens... That joke is very old, we've all seen MIB... But I'm a bit serious.

So yeah, I know a lot of curves and dudes into that Trek action... I know this one chick who writes that crazy homosexual interlude stuff... You see that killer NIN rip off of said finally?

Yeah, I can hook you up:

Wow, I wish I had made that.

And what about the new "All digitally enhanced action?" That pile worth a bit of hard earned coin?

Durant "Pocket full of Centons" Hapke

Ray Ochoa,

Jack Bird: inspiring awe or admiration or wonder. Intense and/or exciting.

Durant "on it" Hapke

RayOchoa,

Your work is inspired, very cool regardless of the Jack bird details of your renders.

Very nice.

It reminds me of just enjoying the four wheel universe.

Durant "fire it up" Hapke

Ely Eight Six Two Me A Massive Dose Of Bring It,

What a bunch of interesting parts...

I've been tipping a few, looking at your action, and wondering about machines...

This is clearly a love machine...

I would, as I'm sure most all of us would, enjoy a long hot evening of coitus with this glossy multi part curve device.

Speed is always a ++ when tinkering with the notion of getting into it.

Awesome Jack bird love all over this steel push gland.

Durant "pipe a bit bit of magic header" Hapke