Minimalist Stin-k,

Bring it.

I'm about it -- a bit like a "doctor can see you now," kind of a deal.

The white radiator... that makes me want to escape!

Makes me want to deal the cards for the uncountable time...

And yeah, on that note, I've 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.

Durant "steam heater" Hapke

Brothers and Sisters,

Bring it.

A bit of a render about the underworld.

I've been dealing with so many thoughts lately about archetypes and such, and it's been kind of leading me into this "underworld" kind of a vibe.

I'm thinking it's not like "hell," rather more like a bunch of interesting caves and a bunch of strange Baton Rouge like kinds of weird animal action.

And, of course, there is nothing weirder then nature, you just have to Jack bird hand that action over to the evolution of this bulb we live on, it's a crazy bunch of crazy here.

I was thinking about all that stuff inside us -- well, I was actually reading this book called "humans have shadows in a bag," or "a little book on the human bag," or maybe it's a "shadow book of a bag..." I think that might be it -- Anyway, I was thinking about all the Jack action we keep inside us, questions and feelings that we just can't seem to get out on the table.

I have these, kinds of fish -- Idea Fish -- the big and little "IFs" -- swimming around inside me all the time, and I want them to be able to find their voice, I feel they may be some of the best things about me, but I can't bring them up from the underworld.

So very strange.

Durant "well cover" Hapke

Master Majid,

Bring my brain back... Ouch, I have been away... Jack mad awesome action.

Your a freak of pure inspiration.

I say pour a cold one and take a bow.

Durant "it's all happening now" Hapke

S2,

Bring that Jack action -- your AVATAR image always give me a start... That hand on the chin... Either a pose of contemplation, or an intention to go out and kick some Van-Damage action... I always think the later.

Your action is always on.

The fourth image in the first post is out and out boggling... I am boggled. How much is Jack bird real? What?

And about that Science Fiction action?... I understand that 3D blow out will scorch the earth -- a dude I was tipping with over at the Cat and the Fiddle had made the pilgrimage to Comic Con and was one of the micro minority to catch the blasting JC presentation... I understand from this Jack he was tripping fantastic and has been drinking sense returning from that space voyage.

Your gun will be very helpful.

Durant "watch the swamps" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Bring it, and be it.

So, Sam totally spun out on me... Our youthful "shenanigans" are now gone, swallowed unceremoniously by an agitated swamp.

And actually, I am back from a road trip to the south, a place of swamps and screaming razor blade bugs, and primitive Jack bird reptiles.

And that would be "Buck Jack Blood Birds."

In the end, way to much nature there in Baton Rough, it seems to be a bit to thick for me.

So Samantha and I didn't really plan to end up there looking across bowls of gumbo at one another... Backs dusted with bathroom scouring powder... That action can give you a nasty rash... And it tastes as chemistry set as anything that's ever set foot in my mouth... But that's all for another day... She is still there... I am returning to digits and pixels.

And of course the Cat and the Fiddle.

Bring that, and pour me five.

Oh, back to gators -- I found out from this Jack down there, this dude who was in town buying paint for a boat house -- some scary dark shadow boondocks action -- this dude said alligators are amplifiers for negative "self constructs" -- negative self image -- same deal.

This leather skinned out back player said he'd spent a lot of time with the watery reptiles and that one needed to not be alone with them, and not look to long or deep into their eyes... He said one cigarette worth of staring is twice to long.

Apparently, your image goes into an eye, and then is amplified all impure, and then projected back at your action, and boom, your feel unappealing -- you are no magnet of action, you are just a sad bag of walking flesh.

And that got me thinking about discontent and how we secretly fight that Jack bird on the way into the studio or at night in our beds while we pretend to be asleep next to our Samanthas -- when inside -- inside we want to be a turn on to her -- we want to get laied and be the best at such -- this secret construct of wanting to get it on is seen complete and clear from some floating shadow Jack head eating alligators...

"Never have chick sex within the view of reptiles," this warning sounds worth keeping around... I like the way he said, "chick sex..."

Have been messing with the HS action... I'm feeling a burst of anti--sit up and get all complacent action building.

I dig the slam dance of that "little cubes of photo coming into view" action, but it needs some taming -- some baboon shader action.

Oh, and I'm developing a new notion a HGBD -- a "Hyperbolic Gland Bug Diagram" -- that might lead me to put some action together on old school paper, or what not.

So, bring the cold cuts and let us get it on beer and sandwich style.

Bite the Earl, the Earls of the fine meats and aged cheese.

And lots of brown bottles.

Durant "no grays in LA" Hapke

Brothers and Sisters,

I'm bring it tired at the moment.

What a month -- what a week -- day -- hour...

Time for a cocktail and fresh pack of wondering beasts.

Not that clever here these days, Sam is on yet another adventure to "I"m not into you" land, so have time for clinking and clicking.

She's a pistol.

Been spending time wondering about the creative again, that and the Queen of cups... Thinking about that entire Tarot deal a lot.

Tarot.

Tarot, and adult films.

I'm wondering if there is an overlap, doing a bit of thinking on this, and feel there is something to it.

Fire it up, and pour and eye socket full.

Pornography is such a negative sounding word -- It's to loaded.

Anyway, I have a very very hot curve friend who was always so into this song Crystal Blue Persuasion.

Have been thinking about her a lot lately, so made this Jack bird action Jack cranker from an old model... Time if funny like that.

Durant "on Ice" Hapke

Brothers and Sisters,

It's a Jack bird dream-fest out and about here lately, but the spin is of a different direction.

Green fly, and eat that.

Been working that Hyper shot action, and the tarot as of late.

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 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.

Wind-up fish models in process...

Durant "three of wands" Hapke

Brothers and Sisters,

Bring that and wow, my life has been an onion, so to many layers.

What a few months, so much action under the bridge.

The print gig never came together, so no DH graphics hitting the street in the short term.

"That's no deal, just like some tequila wounds and kick all anew."

"Care to dance?"

"Yeah, I will swing with you."

However, and I mean Jack the donkey back bird, I did make acquaintance with a kicking mad hatter of a photographer -- busing talent -- inspired insight -- creative "get some" -- who is a freak master of shooting curves.

His work is Jack bird on.

So, as it makes sense to me, or made sense in the moment of tap beer consumption, I questioned him regarding the possibilities of a collaboration of sorts -- I will make objects of desire -- the sketchUp of the flesh -- and said "hatter" will provide raw material.

I've been messing with photos -- messing with environments and graphic.

Next hot action.

I'm hopeful to share, but the bird will have to bring my muse, and the rating will have to fall below X.

Bring that and pour a cold one.

Still tripping Hyper head shot.

Durant "can you pull that a bit to one side" Hapke

Scary S,

Yeah, the Jack bird folded paper is the way to go -- use making tape to hook it to the wall, with awkwardly torn pieces -- perhaps a chunk of news print with a china marker "X" scribbled on it.

About the lamp -- not turned on -- just a bit of cheep reflector -- and dead bulb.

Bring the toast, and shut it down..

Durant "small bucket of sand" Hapke

Standing Stinkie,

Bring that, and pour one.

I'm into this strange "ghost gland" action your all about creating.

Truly, it Jack bird scares me, I feel floating alone when I ponder such.

The last you did, was gloom incarnate, I went though batch of camels and tall boy while getting very paranoid rubbing it with my ball eyes.

This one is nice.

As for composition, you Jacks are all into some strange cool ideas about such, I have to say I feel a bit out of the loop at times, but sense your putting the question into the ether, I say something very close to camera in the shadows -- cutting into frame in the lower left hand corner -- perhaps the back of a folding chair, or bit of ladder -- something that catches the smallest bit of light -- perhaps a cord running up to a very cheep clamp light hooked to a bit of 2"x4" -- something very real....

Bring the buzz.

Durant "goat foot" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Bring it, and pour a cold one, 09 is on.

Been working the drinks fantastic this morning -- clicking the mouse of sketchup old school love -- and pondering this time I saw a pair of hairy ghost hands down a somewhat stank alley where I was wasting some time with a smoke.

I was kicking it there as I was to meet this curve from the Cat and the Fiddle, and perhaps exchange some notes on the proper way to stimulate specialized nerve endings, but she proved to be a no show, and that's another story all together.

So, I was lighting my third camel, and had about decided to journey on to my next highball, when I caught a glimpse of some crazy scrubbing kind of action out of the corner of my e-ball.

What said scrubbing action was a bit like, was a big fat sponge gliding across a windshield... Like I saw a wet hand kind of rise up with a big pink soggy sponge of foamy soap water dribbling out, and it kind of arced through the air like it was heading in to dap a big dead moth off the last inch of glass before the roof line.

As I was Jack bird effected by the bright light of the match hooking my smoke, I thought it might be a bit of after burn, but it just kind of hung there, so I zeroed in on the Jack bird sponge clutching hand.

"What a mess," was the first thought I was struck with, then quickly, "What's up with your monkey hair hand there, brother?"

The hand holding the sponge was caked with such wads of black hair I have to say it looked more like a bear paw then any thing human, but the fingers where long and thin, and as it squeezed out the foamy water, I had to except that this was a man hand -- a man hand of hair.

Scary now set in -- there was no man attached to said hand...

Suspicious of my eyes again, I was all, "Hey dude, where did you go?" -- thinking asking such a question might make him appear -- but no I was alone with this disconnected hand floating around in the alley, washing an invisible car.

Now, this is the part, that moment in every "creepy" story, where the teller says "the Jack bird hair on the back of my neck stood up," and yeah, that's what happened, but what's not relayed often, or I've not heard such, or if I have it didn't register, is the freak "pulsing" you suddenly hear in your head -- the way your heart suddenly talks directly to your ear drum -- pounding -- beating out a Morris code of "run, Forest, run!"

And bring that, that's what I did -- I ran four blocks before I had time for the second "Run" to pipe into my brain.

Strange wet hairy ghost hands... Not very fun to say the least.

Oh, well, it's a new year.

Durant "don't make resolutions" Hapke

Earth Max Mover Boss,

Jack bird nice action... Very "curvy" wiring.

I think I'll have to hook up with such a fine "hog" as that.

Much to ponder here, much cutting to explore, what a way to start the day.

Time to hit the corner store for some cold ones.

Keep the brain machines marching.

Durant "not an interloper, but I am multi-dimensional" Hapke

Jamming CE,

Bug blasting gland pack -- I Jack bird dig on that action.

Pour a cold one, and finish off the egg nog.

Durant "want bugs in my loins" Hapke

Dear Mister Model Head,

Bring the 09 blaster gland out and dream a Jack bird fire-hose of "bring it."

Durant "smoke on the water" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Holidays upon us -- a Jack bird spinning good time.

Drinks tonight, and a tin foil Page hat! Have two Monster Man Stink.

Dale The Brain, interesting... That cats action is on... Very "on it" kind of thinking... I must Jack bird ponder...

Fired up this render action -- fire power hyper shooting -- watch out for the back yard gun find.

This model was from way, way, way back in the jack bird day... See the flies spin...

I Jacked in the original... So now this render so it is deal.

About the holidays and my favorite Christmas Carol tale... I so grove on it.

An you all know about the 78, the cards, the pathless path, or my interest in such at least...

So I'll share a bit of year before last, a run in with the chain shakers.

Bring it.

So, regarding the Tarot, and the five of cups as Jacob Marley...

As indicated by Dickens, Jack bird Marley has attained a new vantage point upon kicking on over into the "spirit realm," but even so, has all but given up on old Jack Scrooge.

Five of cups Marley (in his burial shroud) is compelled (or required?) to drag his "dreary dry vapor self," back across the river Styx to stand "within" Scrooge's dilemma, and with a focus on Scrooge's spilt opportunities, contemplate "what has happened."

These thoughts are self referential as well given that Marley was a greedy dump donkey in his own life -- hens a sense of shame and need to "cover up" his freaky post death body -- wrapped in chains, no doubt, hidden within his cape.

He sees his former partners chances at becoming "well tuned" to the world -- or rocking the planet with a positive beat -- all but over -- sadly squandered.

However...

In the messy spill of three over turned cups (three visitations?) Marley sees a last chance for grump bucket Scrooge to turn his boat, an opportunity to throw him a line -- and opportunity for him to get some learning and change before the wine dissipates into the earth.

To cups up?

Yeah, baby, two gleaming goblets of hope still untapped inside Scrooge -- two golden mugs containing promise and hope for both his own inner being (redemption?), and his fellow man (the milk of human kindness? And a dancing Tiny Tim -- party on little Razzle-barry dressing boy ).

Sound plausible?

Durant "time is ticking to fast" Hapke

Brothers and Sisters,

Bring that... Or, get some.

Get some big blasting action and pull the knobs off.

I've been pulling a lot of knobs for the past few months -- working to many angles, and falling down.

So, so, so it goes.

Got into messing with Maya, and I must Jack bird share with all my SU blister pack back in the day old school push pull friends here, that "The Area" over at the Autodesk site is very lame.

It must have been infiltrated and taken over by the meat puppet grays long ago... There is such a haze there.

Having been Jack bird doing it here for so long, having gotten spoiled by the efforts of Sketchup board members here -- active inventors -- pixel pioneers -- I am spoiled.

So perhaps I am back in orbit around home...

I got out the source -- the old old school action and pushed it through the ever expanding world dominator knows as HS.

Jack bird bring some bread and pull out a sandwich.

First old, now new.

Durant "I don't want to be a sleep vampire" Hapke

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Mad math GT,

Rocking bring that.

What a bunch or rock star models... Not sure that my bubble noggin can cope with such complexites at this hour...

But, I would have to, well, I will have to get down on this a bit later.

Time for a morning pour.

Durant "You mean I bend this over?" Hapke

Titan Toponypy,

Bring that.

Nice, I want.

I've got to get some action like that, with the small closable deal under...

What a rocking concept... Put a hot tub under that, like a wood grotto.

Durant "I have ears" Hapke

Power Engine Blaster Eng,

Bring that.

I dig this ride, a wild trip action mobile.

Way to make that action happen, kind of a high tech low tech kind of a deal.

My first car was a VM fastback, well, it was never actually mine, rather my parental spinners let me drive the unit.

The body was all shot, it was a lot of rust and bubbly rust under the paint, and I had the idea it would look batter if I tried to do some body work on it.

Here the word "try" must be kept in mind as I had no real clue as to how to go about such a thing.

But, I got some body putty and just kind of laid that action all over the place like big jug of peanut butter...

And once it hardened, it was very hard to sand, so I kind of just thought it might be a good idea to not worry about the sanding to much and just paint if black...

So, I got my friend "The Seen" over to my joint, and we popped some cold ones and set to work with some fat brushes and a bucket of barn paint -- kind of shiny black...

Anyway, we got most of it done, and that paint was taking a long time to dry, and it was in the fall, and leaves started falling on the car as we where in the driveway, or more accurately out by the driveway in this little island of grass between the gravel road and the drive way.

Well, the cold bottles all ran dry, and there was still a good bit of time left in the Jack bird day, so we loaded into the fast back, and set off to the Liquor store...

Now at some point along the way, we got all into this bunch of flies or bee, or Jack bird beetles that must have been hanging around by this big old dumpster hear the store.

I saw a few when we headed into the joint to hook up with some twelvers, but didn't give it a real thought, and once inside we ran into this curve who was a waitress next door...

As it were, next door was this sad little local joint called the Cantina -- yeah, and they didn't have a single mexican dish on the entire menu, just burgers and fries , and bratwurst, and these really bad frozen fish, that where actually really good if you had about a dozen beers as a warm up.

A few years later I actually worked there... It wasn't that bad a job...

Anyway, I can't remember her name, we caller her Humble Pony, or something like that... She dated one of the bartenders, and was in school to be an elementary teacher, I only point this out because it's been my experience that curves that go into that trade -- not dues, but women -- they really party when the spirit hits them...

So "The Seen" and I ended up going around the corner to the Cantina for a pair of pulls, and that lead to a fish dinner.

Regarding the fast back, next morning... Well, around noon the next day I went out to check if the paint had dried, and in fact it had...

What I'd not seen coming was that for some reason that only a supernatural Jack bird of creating might know was that all said garbage bugs apparently wanted to have their last big party action on dumpster planet to be all about moshing on my hood of my car -- slam dancing to a sticky death -- forever entombed in black barn paint.

Bring that.

This made the paint even duller, and that didn't really please me...

I thought about sanding it, but it was all to much... Which was good, as when I went round to the real of the car, I found this big fat handled paint push stuck to the back bumper... Seems I must have forgot it there when painting a few choice areas after the fish fry.

So, I left that brush there as well... Nice bit of ornamentation.

All that car action.

Durant "butter me a fine automobile" Hapke

Big Bag BubbaLove,

That's a lot of clean you have, bring that.

I would take home the old doors when they pull them, and put them up in your crash crib.

Little widows are Jack bird cool.

I dig that action.

Killer.

I like the word "Vitriol" -- like acid baby -- not sure I found such in J1973's action response...

The universe of Churches, and Church goers is a bit of a wild deal -- supernatural as normal.

Getting some groovy changes is fun -- even if small -- if you are into it.

I'm sure paint will be involved, so it might look cleaner, but I feel the vibe of "do it."

Free your mind and Jack bird couple up with the universe.

Durant "wires go both in and out" Hapke