Ignition Ivica,

The painted kick version is on.

Dig the "fumes."

Pour one.

Durant "iron horse" Hapke

Blasting Brother Bubbalove,

In haste, didn't take a few pulls of the "teeth with letters" to pass along gratitude for you "pour me one" words.

About to work some action with my action, I'm thinking.

Durant "send a print into space" Hapke

Electromagnetic Elysium,

All about your point to said monsters.

Dirk a big an tall.

Durant "I need tank time" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

I owe a big more about the bump and grind, but as I've been resting up out back, and feeling a bit of "spring," bud wrestling, just had a beers worth of messing with said hobby.

I'm not to down with hobbies.

Hobbies, are not much my scene.

I'd rather not refer to my action as a hobby, but rather supernatural.

Supernatural in a way we all can at least "get human" about, find some "bring it" and love for everyone.

I want good for all, I want love, digital or otherwise to be for each and every you.

Get that shaker out and blend one.

Durant "deep above the ocean" Hapke

Axe Grinding Allanx,

Bring it, your chairs are a marvel.

I could use a few in my kitchen.

Perhaps you could model some crazy electronic attachments for them, you know, some Jack bird extra equipment.

Equipment like you might find at the BPRD -- yeah, I got your number brother -- a special asymmetrical chair with one big arm rest -- a big arm rest for the RHOD...

And what about an under water chair... A bit of a psychic retreat as it were... Perhaps a bubble shaped pod of isolation.

Whatever the Jack bird case, bring the fantasy chairs, brother, bring me your demon seed.

Durant "saw it off" Hapke

Electrifying El Ysium,

I...

I...

I Jack bird am so on this -- Ouch! -- your vehicle of mad destruction inspires me!

Talk about a pole dance -- I am hoisting one now after deliberating deeply, and longingly on the beauty of your tank creation.

That is so much the look of love -- sketch up renders like this are so right on, right on.

I'm wanting your tank.

I want to ride in it, and be it.

I want to have my way with your digital war bull -- have it plow me relentless with that detailed barrel, and grind me with the awesome treads...

I'm so all about this -- I've poured out a half glass in respect, my brother.

I must build a tank now as well.

I promise you this -- I will follow your lead and build a "Gray Killer!"

Drop from the belly of a lumbering space giant, the "GK Butcher" will roam alien worlds in search of gray meat to destroy and devour.

Pour your self a cold one, you inspired iron jockey, my day is made by you.

You are an artist... I am your fan.

Durant "dread in the tread" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Yeah then, back to the night of B and G, featuring the none stop "Jinkzy Be Open."

So, the evening at the "Cat and the Fiddle" runs all fast forward to the end of the night -- "You can say up all night, but you can't stay here."

Click Bang! -- We've all been there.

Us, the trio, had tipped quite a number, so getting out the door was bump and tussle, and "let's go here," "let's go there," but the plans spun round, and orbiting to my place one the coin toss.

Nice.

We snagged a six from one arm Bruce at the corner store -- he likes to get all friendly at that hour, snapping his sad brand of humor, and spinning tales to dense to make head nor tale of...

You just have to agree with the dude, he's old and all that, and the mono-arm-deal can make you feel you should take a moment more then is wise to ponder his malarkey...

"The poles are shifting you know," Bruce explains, "North is going South, and South is going to damn disappear, then you know?"

He blinks at Sam and Jink... "Yah, know?"

"We don't know about the poles, Bruce, can I get a pack of Camels?"

"Birds can't find home anymore, no migration, and then we get bugs."

I don't fall for it, I pay the arm and we're set to go, but no, Jinkxy box is all into his jabber now.

She pipes in with a smart, "I was a pole dancer, only for a year, in Texas, and the Million dollar saloon..."

Nice.

"Let's go girls, later Bruce."

One arm wave, "No birds, bugs will thrive..."

Skip to the crash crib -- we set to chatting, beer is consumed and the yawning begins.

I tell Samantha she can crash in my room, and I'll hit the couch. I figure Jinkle Bink and she can manage, from there, so go out on the back step to pond a last nail, and kill a soldier.

The night is clear, I'm watching the tail lights of a jet, thinking nothing, when a big mosquito lands on my ear, and sets into a guitar solo -- "damn" -- slap -- and just as that noise is silenced, my stereo sets to blasting from inside -- loud -- Kid Rock: Sugar (from Rock and Roll Jesus, a Jack bird good disc I might add -- give it a bit of a listen).

Jacking I'm not such great friends with Tad and Janet my wall sharing neighbors, but we do try and leave one another alone. This loud was to loud, so I shot in to damp down the damage as quick as I could.

I'm all half way through the kitchen, when I hit my shin on the corner of a Jacking chair -- and sure, I've done it a million times before, and no, I never learn to push the hog in. So, Ouch, and ouch again, and why not just have a great big ouch on top.

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."

Here now, these girls have been tipping beer a good long bit of the day, and are rumpled from mashing into booths, balancing on stools, and tumbling about in the back of cabs. Their makeup -- what's left of it -- is more clown face then princes, and the entire deal is just a bit to much stumbling, and tripping to really be to much of a going Jenny, if you compute... But fun, and a good bit of dirty girl? Yeah, it was fun cool.

The spiral continued... The controller is yet to be scooped into the story.

Durant "time to head out -- yeah, it's morning again" Hapke

Have at it Huyvuvn,

This will be my future home. I want to party here, and then party, and bring all manner of curves to this jump joint that is sure to impress.

It does hurt me a good bit, however, hurt me in a way I'm not use to.

Durant "tree of life" Hapke

Rock Block Jason,

Follow the yellow brink road, baby, and fight a batch of Munchkins along the way.

Truly, I have to study this...

Or work it...

It's hurting me at the moment.

Durant "enough thinking for the day" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

I've a tale, but no time.

It's all about a Nintendo controller, and a bit of spilled beer.

But in the short, a roadside bit of left over.

Durant "I want it a bit to the left" Hapke

Mark making Marked 001,

Bring it.

Bring the interplanetary war room.

"All lock on Grays and fire!"

I'd play a bit of Zelda there, or watch a spot of adult entertainment.

Durant "skin-a-max" Hapke

Splash Blast Serrot,

Bring that.

Oh, you Jack bird did... So, have a cold one, and ponder the awesome irony of your not a deal dude of architecture.

Not that you should be, rather, we all are everything.

I want to party in you high rise.

Durant "Up on top" Hapke

B&S,

Awesome.

Please add dungeon equipment of some kind, or some bike tracks.

Durant "fish live in my oven glands" Hapke

Dr. Solo,

Jack bird lot of chairs there, your the big chair master.

You read my party in Big D action:

http://www.sketchucation.com/forums/scf/viewtopic.php?f=81&t=6786&st=0&sk=t&sd=a&start=15#p46238

What about said poor boys?

Oh, yeah, I've rotated in your Dome, and pondered the underlying tracks...

Durant "find a thunder storm" Hapke

Mad Modelhead,

Your the "King of Bring It," scribbled on the back of my little book of feeling "full on."

Pour a cold one, and light a fresh pack.

Your sandwich?...

Yeah, toasted would be all for you, brother.

B&S,

No new images this Jack bird day, but a few in the pipe, and then a few more.

Drinks out with Sam's jail chick...

So, right, this past weekend, after a successful jump over the three day holy bread rising, I did in fact venture out to meet Samantha and her prison play mate, "Be Open."

Her true name is a bit of an odd mystery to me, as it's something along the lines of "Jaxy," or "Jinkzy," or "Janksy," and that just kind of morphed throughout the night anyway, and between this and that, and rounds of drinks we pulled in over at the "Cat and the Fiddle," it just became a big bowl of "whatever" stew.

Full on call her whatever you choose -- I did -- but jump back from, "Be Open," as that just seemed to mystify the girl, and as I had to go with the initials "B.O." a time or two -- that also made her "uncomfortable" as she appeared to want to correct me... but only a bit... her attitude was so fast forward, and "on to the next," nothing I said really drew much of her attention anyway, she was just to riveted on Samantha to pay me much of a mind.

Not sure what I expected this curve to look like... Perhaps a bit like a janitor, or welder...

I'm not saying lesbians are all butch like that, but this is a prison deal (county jail... very nice county jail), a prison fantasy of some sort, to Samantha anyway... Her first G on G action, all blurry with orange jumpers, cough syrup, and bad lighting.

So, Jack bird Samantha is a bit of a bean... Long legs, and slender arms.

She has some girl curves, just some, but her eyes and mouth are what stops the taxies -- that kisser of hers is so on, it's just all, "drive in here," and double barrel shotgun.

That said, her head is a bit of a bean as well.

You might not catch it right away, but if you check her out from the back side, you can see the top of her dome is a bit of a point... I've ridden round on it enough to tell you it's more odd charming and endearing, then freak show...

It's all Samantha, part of her as she is -- skinned knees, and lets play, and "ain't my head just a sexy bit strange."

Whatever the case, "Jaklize," or whatever, I'm thinking was just likely going to be a good bit of a stud, but this proved to be not the case at all, as she was just a girl that looked like a young worker you would find at the grocery, stocking shelves in one of those green produce aprons, maybe putting out some zucchini, or eggplants.

That said, I say jump back as everything else about her, her personality, or way the spark meat in her noggin ran was just, "I can't stop to think," so "berries in with the green beans?"

"Oh? Yeah, much more then likely."

Perhaps some kind of substance usage was at work here, but either way, she ran hot the entire night long.

I've got to run out for some cold, and hots, but will get the Jack bird back, and show off my jail model at the sooner then later.

Durant "Oh, that's mine" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Bring the Clarke action.

Writer Arthur C. Clarke Dies at 90

2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY so Jack bird rocks my funky Jack action off.

Much a wild ride I've taken on this dudes action.

Here's a very killer link, more on the film then the writer, but I'm all about the thoughts pondered.

Jack bird hate the MATRIX, but so it goes:

http://metaphilm.com/philm.php?id=449_0_2_0

Back from the dry highways just to find death again.

The monolith proportions?

1 X 1 = 1
2 X 2 = 4
3 X 3 = 9

1... 4... 9...

Space/God = 00

Pour out a good bit of liquor for this bird.

Durant "open the pod bay doors" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Fire is the word of the day -- strike the Jack bird match and let the "bring it" party begin.

Been messing with all the dials and keys, the results less of a flare up then I'd hoped, but given all that's aflame around me, I'll have to just let it stand.

I'm hitting the road for sure, not for long I hope. Perhaps a day or so, looking for some fresh thoughts along the way, and what? I run short of focus I fear.

What about my brethren here on the boards? Life can get so flat, no?

I've been chasing so hard and so long, but the Jack bird answers always stay just out ahead -- just out of view -- mocking and squealing all the while.

Inspiration... Inspiration and the lettered teeth before me are most Jack Jack bird out of registration.

And my mouse? It searches for the muse. The muse that's mine and most certainly out there in the fog -- out side of my reach.

And what of change?

What of the back drop of human affairs?

I find little here in the now.

My mouse is an ineffective "limp tool" unable of finding a soft hold on the next.

But I am no quitter, I will pack my action, and drive.

Durant "GPS" Hapke

Gargantuan Gaieus,

This is Jack bird interesting.

I've never considered my "family" to be like a circuit board before, but it makes sense to me.

It would be killer if you would add my DNA to the mix of your tree -- a nice high branch would be best.

I would flip for that.

Durant "earth bridge" Hapke

Big Brain Boofredlay,

Rocking the weapon frontier.

I like.

Prepare to protect homestead from fornicating grays.

Remember.

Booze.

Porn.

Blow to the head (or shot in the big eye with Spring Airsoft Rifle).

Durant "I say, 'fire!'" Hapke

Fire Ball Fbartels,

This is pure awesome.

It scares the crap out of me.... I mean really, I've seen this ghost before, when I was young and hooking a summer night at my then girlfriends granddads disintegrating old house.

This specter appeared just as your so very cool and frightening apparition here -- all plasma, and weird veins popping out.

A bit like that artist Alex Grey... You into that dudes action? I like his paintings a lot, but here is a little video inspired by his work:

I'll ponder this ghost again. Not sue when I shared about seeing this prankster, but thanks for remembering it, and doing such a great job of realizing my recollections.

Durant "I will give up meat today" Hapke