Posts made by Durant Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

I've stumbled into old age files -- a true collaboration.

Durant "in the background" Hapke

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Power blasting Prodigiua,

Jack bird bring it!

Yeah, and yes, my noggins not been pondering said fly machine in a good long while -- what about the combo spray unloader!

That freak machine looked like a "death on wheels" farm implement -- yeah, bring it, I'll have to find that file.

So, dropped down to the county block, mortar, and steel bars, to "Hey, your looking pasty and not so doable, right now, baby," to Samantha, this morning, and she's all working on being "strong."

Not sure where her trepidation stems from per sec, as it's embarrassing to have a record and all, but it's not like there is going to be a riot in the jail house (it's practically under city hall, and the police station).

I can't really see that place being all awash in blood because some clever bit of street snapper knows how to melt a toothbrush into a lethal death shank.

But, it is boring, and that leads to crazy thoughts.

She was tiptoeing around the notion that I should be dropping by to see her more, but sorry Mr. Bird Man, that ain't a happening.

When I have popped by, you sit in a lunch room kind of deal -- you don't get to talk on the killer phones with the glass between them -- she's not going to go all MIDNIGHT EXPRESS on my ass, and smash her fine bad girl flesh all "bring it" into said glass.

Not that that wouldn't work for me, Samantha always has that "peek a boo" try not to look action going on -- she gets lot's of attention -- clearly to much of the wrong kind given the situation she's all making soup in.

Like I said, she's only there a few weeks.

I was going to bring her some magazines, but forgot to hit the corner market -- actually I did hit it, but just had cash for smokes, and a pair of Malts -- I know, it's not a good buzz -- and true, a bit hard on the colon -- but it's the Colt, baby), not great planning I know.

However, I did look around the crash box on my way out the door, and scrounged up a few catalogs, and some coupons.

I found this instruction manual for the coffee maker I got from her at Christmas, she's always making awful coffee, and I brought her a freak dirty book I was all into last year, "Dark Debauchery" or something along that Jack bird line (I tore the cover off for a deal I was making, so it's all looking like I don't know... a book about spy high-Jinks, or some action like that).

So I was going build that debauchery machine.

Have to run.

Durant "perhaps play the harmonica" Hapke

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Jack Jason...

Bring it.

Jack bird killer... (when I'll hog out the time to finish looking and thinking all about your big grey action? -- I can't say).

Brother, time to go hit one.

Durant "I want all" Hapke

Brothers and Sisters,

Been spinning all anew about the 78 -- awesome super natural insight, and kicking killer way to hit curves.

Yeah, like that's working killer cool along with, "Mr. BT, can you chuck me down a pair of frosty colds, and a red basket of tots?"

Jack bird NIce.

"You like hot tatoes in your mouth? Yeah... Sure you do..."

Bring it.

Remember Samantha?

She's in jail now.

It's a long story, but it was her deal.

And she's all wanting me to design her a "prison tattoo," like now, while she's in the can.

It's not like a fresh keg of cool being in there all locked up, but It's what? Like a week she's all ponyed up in there, and Tattoos are for life.

I'm sure she'll spend her days all slurping down mad bottles of cough syrup , carving soap, and combing out sister golden hairs mustache.

Perhaps a model bar of soap.

Did I not share the grinding wiggler machine before?

If so, I'm not trying to Jack bird hog band width.

Durant "I do feel bad" Hapke

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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.

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 a 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.

Durant "Sketching the Sketch up Tarot" Hapke

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Gargantuian Green,

Yeah, that's funky cool.

I dig that Jack bird action!

I've been working on not working, but will likely be working at the work again.

But it's all so "blue funky" these days.

I had this total run in with the ghost of Marley over the long break and am just getting back into my head right now.

In Dickens story, and subsequent plays, and films, Scrooge hears all the bells in his house ringing before scary gray bags of dust lungs Marley arrives at his bed chamber door.

Little do most know, but old crack Marley was into toy railroading and model building (he was also a homosexual, and had a long but taxing love relationship with Scrooge -- this is in part why old chain dragging Marly came back from the far side of the river Styx to help his very cherished friend).

Yeah baby, the whispers of transmogrification.

"You can change course Mr. Jack awful Scrooge, open your self to the larger universe, and get set to drink up."

Drink in the powers of your all but forgotten dry husky heart.

I'm sure fidget fingers Marley would have been into Sketch Up.

Durant "pour out a little bell for me" Hapke

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Brothers, and Sisters,

Beauty -- this pop up batch of "cars" are all there and messing with me (in my head -- not in my hog barn -- not in my exhaust vector).

You blazing batch of SU perfecters ever hear that song "Jesus built my hot rod" by Ministry?

It rules, and I trust that would make a grand soundtrack for this thread of four wheeled nights on the "battle field."

I'm going to have to dig out that classic, crank the stereo to pain, pour a cold one, light a camel, and have my way with some of these images.

Take it rough, and feel the art.

I'm feeling mad cap power action on the horizon.

Durant "Yeah baby, love is a battle field" Hapke

Decrative Daniel,

I want to eat here, and party with all manner of woodland beasts...

Get to tapping a Jack bird pony Keg.

Growing, baby, I mean blowing up big and bright.

When I'm pouring a nice neat highball, and checking out the underside of this roof, and the interesting stone work, the funky dude with his red calamity hat on, is all about "managing" the fear dance.

Durant "old reel projector" Hapke

Roponypy,

Bring it.

The fluids are on.

I want to win money here.

I feel the numbers 1,2, and 3 in your model are asking us to get ready, baby, open your eyes and look in and out. Look past present and future.

You can see the messes and do nothing, or ride!

As in "Free Ride."

"Ride me! Your brother ghost Marley. I'm going to help you, but first here's a big sock in the jaw!"

Durant "pour out a little bell for me" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

MS is pure inspiration.

I've got this whole awesome deal -- time consuming, and of course powerful, but what the Jack bird is new about that?

Durant "I'll draw your mutant little kids then" Hapke

Rocking Robot Robmoors,

Jack bird awesome.

Durant "hit me" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

The inside of my skull is blistered.

Kick Sam to the Jack bird head boards, I want to do that machine!

I've been held in a small tree break, some spark meat issues remain to be "ironed out," but I'll work it.

Durant "what a killer bob" Hapke

Mack Mad Monster Z

Beep!

Beep!

Bring it!

Send to Mignola.

Bing.

Beep.

Durant "your on fire there, brother" Hapke

Ross Boss,

Color choice, and gradations... I'm Jack bird into that action.

Killer.

Do the dance of nice.

I'll support your choice of sandwiches -- a warm love bun with a pickle, special sauce soon to be delivered.

Add a few scribbles and I'm popping a socket.

Durant "clean is in" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

These are germs. I've seen them in my colon.

Yeah, looks like wet wet paper.

Durant "I need a sponge" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

I've been "off planet," so communication has been impossible.

Digging in the hog hag computer bag, I found this old time music, so thought I'd re-ignite the paranoia.

1. The meat puppets (grays) are continuing to build up and expand their various programs here on our planet.

2. Renewed efforts to expand the capabilities of their various fighting forces is proving to be fruitful. They are now growing a new army of "zombi drive" soldiers -- a baboon maxi-male gray hybrid controlled by a modified dolphin brain.

3. Their abuse of alcohol is on the rise, and there for must be exploited -- invite them to drink with you, then slip them extra booze.

4. Porn is the key, buy it and leave it laying around your home, and yard.

5. If your "Porn traps" work, and grays congregate around your area, beat them relentlessly about the head, shoulders, and spine.

Durant "I'm hear for you" Hapke

PS -- Coen, Sam is hot.

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Coen,

Brother, your efforts are appreciated -- I'll now perform the pulsing dance of nice, and send "expansive conglomerates" in your direction.

You've brought the funk, you master funk bringer.

I could Fed Ex Sam to you for a few days as a way of balancing the effort scales -- she's rough, and tumble, but in a squishy soft fun kind of way, and thinks you look "tasty" (always hungry, that SCK attacker).

THE EYE!! -- THE EYE DOES NOT SPEAK!

This:

http://forum.sketchup.com/showthread.ph ... ght=plasma

Is what brought me to modeling, made me work the killer 3D action.

Monster Zero of the Stars is the noble "pimp" of THE EYE! germ.

What happened to Glango Industries?

What happened to THE EYE!

Durant "when can I play" Hapke

PS -- What will happen to said images?

B & S,

Migration sandwich?

Oh, you are all my beasts of love, beasts of nitro funkage, the lifting of Hydro, Maaction, and Wire rib.

The eating and sharing, must follow creation -- a celebration of swanky meat, and bread.

Get your hands on a quality loaf (not sad wonder -- crusty killer).

Drain a can of petite sweet corn, and drain it, drain the fluids of unnecessary good (if frozen then thaw -- not much room in there with the vodka and ice trays -- so cans do the work of preservation), dice an onion, and a hand full of pickled peppers (any of your fortune).

Mix that action with some Mayo, a splash of working it mustard (and a dash of Johnny whisker if your down with it), salt, and pepper.

Now, chop some old cooked meat. I use stake, or some stewed el Porko, or a bit of sausage, or even the burger of grilled.

Chop it, chop it into a mush mash.

Now work some bread, and spoon on some apple sauce, grind pepper, and walnuts.

Pile on the corny corn corn, and bring the chopped meat.

Slice a melty cheese -- Monetary Jack in a boat.

Sprinkle Cinnamon.

Now foil, wrap it in such shiny old Apollo moon shot sheets, and seal.

400 for around fifteen.

Bring salad.

Eat my celebration of teleportation .

As you ingest the wonder of the modeling Earl, ponder lust.

The best skin on skin contact you have ever encountered.

Not the "business as usual" contact, rather that mind bending "god, I can't believe she/he is really going to let me do this -- I can't believe I'm doing it -- I can't be leave they're into it -- I've made it -- I'm bending time, and owning the universe."

That's my wish for this killer new site of action, and each and every digital warrior who's balls are brass enough, stone enough, and filled with enough swollen blast capacity to get on board (sick flu shanks need not apply).

Bring it.

Bring this sandwich, and bring lust into your lives.

Durant "I'm in" Hapke

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Known of Un-ness,

Ripping action.

Way to peel the potato.

Best part? Yeah, little rear wheel.

That's a big buggy of bring it.

Work it. Like the red.

Durant "you need to run a wire under this deal" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

The inside of my skull is blistered.

Kick Sam to the Jack bird head boards, I want to do that machine!

I've been held in a small tree break, some spark meat issues remain to be "ironed out," but I'll work it.

Durant "what a killer bob" Hapke