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

MZ,

Always a blink-fest.

My eye's can barely hack it.

Your it, gravity is your middle name.

Durant "not as blasting' Hapke

SpaceCow,

Clearly a Jack Bird bit of miscommunication here -- no negative vibe intended -- not a ping.

thau·ma·turge –noun

a worker of wonders or miracles; magician.
Also, thau·ma·tur·gist.
So, I'm saying your a magician of SU.

Your X is rock star solid. I'm all into that ship, even if not GWL.

Keep on it.

Durant "oh, ouch" Hapke

Chef Ramzy,

Jack bird bring it.

I'm so into this, I am smoking with both hands in an attempt to stop from working my main controller -- something I broke once when I was hitting a "tree knot" -- that being when I was young and didn't know better.

Either way, I want to party on this, or put it on tour with the Red Haired Blonds.

Right on.

Durant "power to the people" Hapke

Space Vine, you funky thaumaturge of space battle (so it has been written, so it HAS been written),

Forgive the donkey back intrusion, but I've taken the liberty of posting some of the inner workings of George Lucas' mind/brain below.

It's an old model -- not as old as an X-Wing, but has a shape kind of like one.

I've been reading the 78 for GWL a long time, so if you've read some of the truths below before, Jack Bird go with it.

Your action is on, and a thing of interplanetary penetration, and lust.

That dude George Lucas is now such a pathetic writer director, that his latest three horrifying films actually created a rip in time allowing him to go back to 1977 and destroy the original STAR WARS film.

What clumps of junk.

And that dumb little kid he brought in to be slave boy? What kind of slave lives with is mom, and gets to make cool crap out of junk all day long?

The little wiggler should be living in a ditch covered with a steel grate, and there should be all manner of retched scum and villainy tapping there flu shanks onto his noggin.

No fun robots -- just dirt, and bugs.

Going.

Going on it.

And, film two, or was it three, when some day to be Darth Vader, spins himself out into the desert to find his mommy bags (why he left her there on sad planet for so long is a whirling bit of confusion as well, but smoke what you have, or bum one), and he goes all “I’m a blood lusting mad killer, I’ll eat your little brains, the brains in your dangling skin sacks,” on the sand people... Who cuts the action there? Who cuts away from Anicananny’s homicidal blood letting of the retched sand clan?

George “I once knew how to make a film” Lucas.

And how do the funk brother Jedi knights get to use the force to cheat that crazy flying bug gland man deal, out of the greasy slave boy kid crap.

That’s not killer, it’s stink hole.

Durant “I digress” Hapke

Craftsman, Ramzy,

Jack bird, I'm on this.

I'm into all the killer cool lines.

It is maddening.

I'm into that.

Pour yourself a tall one.

Durant "hammer on" Hapke

3 of DV,

Bring it.

I've been in to a lot of "wild popping" lately, and I must say that the night time scene you've concocted here is very "bring me a box of your sisters shoes, and let's fool her into thinking we bought them at the thrift store" party vibe to it (yeah, curve space for her, and then let her pay to get her shoes back -- the Grays do this kind of thing all the time).

The night time is the right time.

Durant "keep it hid for now, and keep out of my room" Hapke

MGT,

Jack bird bring that action.

I've been on that kind of "go to it" jag in the past, and it always got me "flowing," you know?

So many cars have been "piped out," they have been wheeling around with little notion of "cool" other then to provide scale reference.

If your going to go through the trouble of working that action, might as well get a big bit of a whale shank off on it.

Either way, I'm into it, and want it.

Durant "cameras once used film" Hapke

Jackpot Dan,

Bring the mad details.

I'm guessing this would make a very tasty target from the sky -- I mean rock on with the Alien Hordes -- but they may lock on target here.

I'm into all the crazy black and white action.

It makes me want to do it, you know? Do the details right, like here, like now.

I've been anti-mouse click as of late, but your box of love is so on, I want to drive a tread right onto this beauty and bring it.

Durant "my key wont work" Hapke

Brothers and Sisters,

Robot? Oh, yeah.

It's a Jack bird dream-fest out here for "fire gland" Hapke, but the spin is of a different direction.

Not to beat around the hog barn, yeah, I've been orbiting the Jack bird Tarot -- the seventy eight -- the mirror -- the pathless path.

The future?

Booze, Camels, and spring loaded curves -- bring it, baby -- that's what the cards show me.

I'm into the Page of Cups at the moment -- "Oh, yeah, I talk to the little flippy flip here in my golden beer -- it makes me ponder... coitus? Sure, and bringing the Jack bird new."

The Page finds himself alone with the Queen of Cups scrying mug, and though curious, he keeps his hands occupied with lighting a smoke.

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.

Durant "three of wands" Hapke

PS -- Yeah, the meat puppets have their own.

Brothers, and Sisters,

Jack back on the Donkey attack -- or drink from a natural born "bubble" hose.

Modelhead, your on it, so keep the vise tight, and don't forget to bring it.

Bring it hot, and bring it home.

Remember back in the way back when this SU action was so new and on? The juices bare knuckle bloody -- yet to run clear?

Yeah, we had love then, love with sex attached.

Now? Not to much, perhaps, and the sex has been reduced to "scratchy mitten" pulls and push punches -- for me at least.

Sad.

So yeah, I found this awesome collaboration recently -- who made the rocking motor rod again? Killer model to be sure.

Fire up the grill, it's time for a sandwich.

More ahead, I hope, bring back the intercourse -- bring back the Push -- bring back the love.

Durant "sad sunday" Hapke

Tomsdesk,

Jack bird action -- I'm on it.

Timothy Leary ain't dead, brother, he's living in that van.

Your on a hot drip, let me in on that.

Durant "blank balls" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

My eyes are blisters.

I've got to get on the floor now, and "do it" with my coffee mug.

"Hey, Sam, get in here and watch, I'm about to foam a cappuccino."

Durant "I need a stiff piece of wire" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Bring a new forum.

I bring an old image of funk.

Locate the threads where you will, as it's a big wide loom, and there are many sheds, and infinite heddles to employ.

So, go with your insightful flow, and bring your best funk.

Once, a bit back in the day, I was doing a bit of "cash design" for a gamer game dude, I met this artist -- very talented -- and he kept all his colored pencils in a shoe box, just in there mixed together all "shaken," and "stirred."

Most art jockeys keep them in a bit of a rack of some kind, or at least in groupings by like colors (and this crazy talented art squirrel had a billion Jack Bird colors in that box, all brands, all makes, and all lengths)

So I'm like -- "So, dude man, why you keep all your action in such disarray? Your pencils in such a state of messy nest?"

The dude, says, "Simple, this way, when I look for a color, I end up finding the one I need, rather then the one I want..."

That is killer.

Durant "I'm lost again" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Daniel brings the mad conglomerations.

I'm down with your funk, you funk magician.

I've partied at the foot of "mister green," he's a Jack bird mosh icon.

Right on. You need to bring the curves, jigging the light fantastic, clad in little or nothing of green cubes.

Show us the Sandwiches, and prepare for "landing."

Durant "spin with meaning" Hapke

Ivica,

Spin by the front yard for a party.

I'm seeing dead people, or gray translucent ghost deals, with arms, and a big party vibe.

What a box of rocking action.

Durant "I've got a fresh pack in my jacket" Hapke

CraigD,

Bring the blue -- bring the cool.

I want to see some fresh curve prints on the hood -- a soft pair, and a bit of baby oil, would have me working with slippery wrenches -- you hot screaming custom connoisseur.

Rocking mud flaps, rocking bust out action.

Bring the drive in and bring the style.

Durant "throw me the keys" Hapke