Brothers, and Sisters,

What a Jack bird bit of "what about the next few weeks?..."

This entire endure of "bringing it," has my noggin a bit in the pie hole.

I know there's a point, but on some days, or between some nights, I loose my steel.

I find all things drifting in a state of "who's in charge?"

Popping days like this are best lived with the light dimmed and the six cans flowing...

Not to be a downer on anyones "clicking," but the grim reaper is bugging me today.

I found this picture of a dead fish, and it got me thinking about "who the Jack was this fish?"

Was it happy?

Did it know what happy was?

I took the picture of the fish when I found it on this dock, but didn't think much about it at the time...

We related?

Perhaps I created this fish?

I can't remember, but I feel I had something to do with it.

And I made an fire hole as well... A Jack bird fish hell for my friend.

You know what that's about?

Not knowing.

That's what remains the same.

Durant "wish I was sleeping" Hapke

Forgotten

King Kwistembiebel,

Willed body wars action.

This is Dr. Timothy Leary, no?

Are you into the action that he wrote a book on the Jack bird Tarot?

Yeah, baby, the Thoth to be specific...

Bring that.

A curved channel cheese gymnasium is my take.

Brain spark sequence initiated...

Assign brain waves...

Count down under way...

Bowels armed....

Discharge and launch...

Vectoring on target...

Spare no gas...

Durant "put it into practice" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Bringing the happiness of the deep hook.

What a render day of slugging down a big cylinder of bubble action, and plumbs of soft smoke.

Render a magic love gland of "I have the time to dream."

Not much in the way of narratives, I'm afraid.

Bring your hook love home to party.

Durant "careful, I break" Hapke

P of DC,

This is very on, and the addition of man glue making their frantic journey into the holy recesses of the killer cool moss tea kettle is simply awesome.

I will be showing this to all future curves.

Brew me a cup.

Durant "watch the bag" Hapke

Pot Of Paris,

Yeah...

I find this green grass chebba pet deal pleasing as well...

It kind of makes me want to bathe with it...

But then there are those scary electric lights... Scary in the sense that I might get a Jack bird spark on me... A burny spark...

Perhaps I would just like to suckle on it... Suckle on the surface like a needy infant...

Yeah, that's working.

Durant "under wire and water" Hapke

Car bashing Carlsen,

Not much into notions of Jack bird coin....

This is a party pad, yes?

Parties cost money...

I would ask:

$83,872.48

No question about that.

When can I visit?

Smoking on the balcony will be happening, so jump back.

Durant "Mr. Blue Sky, but yeah" Hapke

Serrot Kind of Bot,

Jack bird into this, but must share that it doesn't much match my notions of "Robot..."

Not that I'm a Jack action expert, but I typically think of said machines as being a good bit movable (and capable of vomiting motor oil from there bulbous heads... rather there mouths located on there Jack bird bulbous heads...), and that they might have a few moving parts.

However, that said, there is that very sad Dr. Who robot deal... I think it's called a "Dilk," or a "Donkle," or perhaps a "Dunkhole," whatever the case, it rolls around an looks a lot bit like this....

Speaking of said robots, let me take this moment to repost a bit of this:

*"Bring the high-tech methods, you funky thaumaturge of space battle.

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

I want your thought glands, your nuggets of inspiration.

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."*

Well, that's a good bit of bring it.

Durant "smell test" Hapke

Mister S, of modeling mayhem,

Been to the Big D Bazar?

They still holding that action in your neck of the woods?

I went to that first monday deal around there once... Almost got heat stroke.

Had to take a sit on a log, and a massive bunch of Jack bird ants came a calling...

Went all Rodeo on my down town action....

I've been looking for a new couch, and this looks like it.

I'm guessing from the material and shape that you can hose it off after a late night of "getting a license to drive."

Oh, well, I have a window that will allow me to bring in the hose, so I will take it.

Durant "Dallas once had a Playboy club" Hapke

Serrot Wild,

This is quite "Pushed," and progressive, but to be all down with telling you my guts on it, I find it a bit to scary...

This is the kind of pad that the Grays will be looking to set up camp in, and the round tube glass walk way between the units would give me a big blast of "holy mad cow, I'm not digging it in here..."

It reminds me of this aquarium deal I went to once with this Christie chick, you know the big kind that have the mad cap big tanks.

We got all giggly getting an order of fish at the aquarium snack deal -- they really had fish at this joint -- and this curve was all fun and letting me look way down to deeply into her shirt top, and we decided to go wander through this shark deal that had a tube like that, and it was Jack bird a big mistake.

This way bloated big thick gristle brain of a sad sack "I never had a more then a notions of eating everything that fists in my mouth" sharky shark comes all over to the glass tube and just stares at said date...

Stares at her like she's a big brown hush puppy (not that I wasn't doing the same, but the shark was doing a more primitive kind of staring), so she got all, "It want's to eat me!"

And that put an end to the fun, as later I said I wanted to "eat her like a shark," and that didn't get any traction, and she didn't find it clever, or kinky, or anything...

She just said, "That's cleaver?... unfortunately, to much so by half..." Then she asked me to drive her home.

So that left a bit of a scar.

Durant "Harsh on sea life" Hapke

Dolph Rock,

This window, the big round front would be beyond Jack bird killer for the drive in...

The junk between the seats would not...

Not to worry, drive in's are all bit a thing of the past.

Durant "put on reel three" Hapke

Magic FB,

These are quite Jack bird on...

I'm into the late night action, perhaps a blazing ritual is set to start here in the "earth mother" house...

A batch of scantily clad Druids soon to arrive...

I sense a good bit of anticipation bubbling out of yonder curve on camera left...

Please leave the drapes open.

No alpha channel output here... I've read that...

I so get all donkey and fire filmy over that action.

Durant "no deal about getting your clothes off" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

What a bunch of Jack bird down in the valley bring it action.

There's this very awful movie called DOWN IN THE VALLEY, that often awesome Edward Norton stars in...

To bad.

So, I head this interview with the son of Ernest Hemingway, and he was saying (I'm not a Hemingway fan, by the way, or perhaps I don't know yet, as I've never read him... I recall something about a sward fish getting a hook in his eye, and a bull being killed or some Jack action like that... I don't go in much for that kind of deal, I dig on the animal world a bit to much blast away at this type of symbolism... but I do eat ham sandwiches)...

At any rate the son of Hem was all saying that his old man dude was always laying it down like this:

If he was referencing his live, in stead of saying, "I'm going to pull down a massive amount of booze in this life," he would make a point of saying, "I'm going to pull down a massive amount of booze in this one and only life of mine."

I Jack bird dig that funky action...

"My one and only life."

Yeah, baby, think about that.

I'm so doing that.

Bring it.

Not that down with the rendering deal, but am enjoying the way you have to sit there and let time pass while the little test renders get churned out...

Can get a good bit of smoking done that way, and surfing for the illusive quality X.

Check out the growing interest in S Gray... The cross over has begun.

Not time to get into the Gray cheese, and that's a whole different story.

Durant "fire into the darkness" Hapke

Steeler Shadows,

Not so sure about said ball of boot drinking action, but the killer cool machines with bubbles is totally on.

I've spent my time around hand waving sports enthusiasts, and it's Jack bird all good by me...

That said, I trust you understand that there is a cultural "registration" going on in a small bar while "cave dwellers" all breath together, swig golden cold ones, and mach eye movements while watching the actions on the luminous screens of pleasure.

This "registration" leads to a sense of group think and the excitement of mirror neurons...

Not at all bad, but the heightened sense of "bring the Jack bird ball into the score area of the field!" can damp down higher brain functions, and lead to "meat puppet" communications -- this is a danger -- be carful.

That said, follow sweaty sports events with adult films, and more drinks.

Durant "I have time, but no means" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Been traveling, and dining on Gray Cheese...

Yeah, made a bit of a swap for some Meat Puppet goods...

Not what I expected, but that's a long story (like that old Disney movie about Robin Hood Fox and that Bear dude, I've been dealing a bit with a renegade Gray and his human -- so I'm told -- curve... Not sure what to make of all that, but this one is about kicking back and enjoying the big blue with us in "harmony..." Yeah, I know, I'm not really fully believing such, but we traded a few things, and I got a block of said cheese).

So, on the rendering front... Ouch.

Did get my book about "bringing it" started, but time is not our friend, and clearly "rendering" is digital mud...

Get stuck and say, "what?"

So kicked a bit of an exciter gland switch deal.

Returned last night from the road -- yeah, all about kicking it in the northland, playground of cheese toting Gray Meat sacks... Oh, this one (I can't make any sense of his/her name, more of a feeling then a sound), this one is able to think a good bit for it's self, though, I'm quite sure it's his curve that's doing all the heavy think lifting...

I'm kicking the six can early today.

Durant "don't Keebler my Cracker" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

What about bringing it?

Bring the massive sketch-up juices...

Pondering as it were, a bit about said digital technology...

Was thinking about dead Ape Men, and all the fornicating in shallow stank mud puddles done at the base of the ancestral trees to get us all to this moment in time...

Chunks of roots fashioned into wheels...

Rocks chipped together to create weapons, and fire...

What a long trip, just to had me a killer cool computing machine...

Jack bird love that...

It's the deal -- thanks to the genetics of the planets.

"Thank you for the crown, male and female Jack rocking Ape Men... I love being your son... I hope I do justice to your royal blood line..."

So, today I'm plugging holes in my picture of the cosmos, I'm reading the cards twice, and opening my imagination to the raw potential of "bring it, and be blessed by bubbling ape sperm."

Yeah, royal action all dialed into a hole plugging machine of calculations.

Rendering?

Still on the fence a bit, but it's a new flavor, and I am about rushing a 1973 vibe...

Chalk hearts on the school side wall.

"DH lovs SK..."

Nice...

Release the tensions, Brother, and Sisters, and feel the Ape Mans sparkling baton pass...

Durant "Nice night for puddles" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Bring it...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mr. Wmanning, big bring that here.

And what about said projection mapping? Bring that...

Or how would I like to have a big fat "projecting" onto my all Jack action model?

Yes I would.

I've been on the "blister patch" for a few days, or perhaps I've created a blister patch of "wonder love" regarding said rendering action...

And then there is this run in with the Tarot that really got me all messed up, the Tower...

I sometimes see that action as a sign of "going to get it on," but this time around, it's more like, "oh, I should check all my cords and not spill beer on the key board," as this rendering action is crashing my Jack bird Machine...

Not that that is new, I've blown that "vid-joint" many times, but this is a storm of crashes, and the instigating element seems to be the heat up render blast.

So, took a bit of a "pip out a long blast of give me some," and am heading out to the local Video store for some quality (hopefully) xxx.

So many people are in a weird place about porn, but it will save our planet one day, so get out and get some of that action.

And, eat a bit bag of chips -- all about the salty grease...

Samantha is all about the vids as well, so will be interested in pushing that action.

Get rolling on your study of the 78, if you please.

Durant "wire hook" Hapke

Ray Rider,

Think deep space action.

Pull out the intergalactic vibe, and go all Sid Mead "I'm the future," with that kind of old school, new school deal.

Right, and bring it.

This last is Jack bird on.

Durant "I've got a rocket" Hapke

Dale Dig It,

Checking that action out...

Popped by that action, and it's Jack bird "whirls."

What about, can one export an image that contains an alpha channel?

In that if one did a rendering of an object, like say a mechanical spider leg, or drunk flaccid gnobble-cockel, would it then be all dialed into a deal that could allow one Jack bird me to bring it all a urine spray into some action like Photoshop?

This interests me more then Jack bird "oh, I'm in a room that some dudes are making, lets see if there is a wet bar, or perhaps a stewing Curve bubbler, yeah, I'm all about the hot tube," kind of a deal.... That would be good.

Speaking of hot tube, I've never been naked in one -- not once -- never. And I would have to say that my guess is most have...

If you've been all donkey with some hot bring me some naked Jack action, in your life -- not pointing at Dale here, but if he has some powers in this area -- supernatural action -- I've long been imaging that most would end up in a steeping hot pot of under-lit bubbles.

What about this?

Samantha has never been near water without her action coming all undone -- she will pop out of her clothes at the sight of a green turtle blow up pool... And this does not always translate into fun, you can be quite sure of that... Or, not with her at least... She just likes to get out of her clothes... Something about her youth, I'm guessing.

Anyway, I want to make it like a deal that will be more like an element then a interior of my bowels kind of render.

Durant "electronic heart" Hapke

Brothers, and Sisters,

Bring the box, and bite the bullet.

So, yeah, no word about the Samantha con, but I've been puffing on the thought pipe, and am all about to getting set to jump in.

"Jack bird, wait, I've been falling forever... Spread your curves and embrace me, oh, wanton render pipe..."

Thought Pipe?

Render Pipe?

Each the other, and one in the same?

I've got to say I've got a lot on my noggin, and it's about "what?"

What will we do.

What have we done.

How can I see into the woman I know is waring a mask.

Not a mask of her design.

Not one given to her by her mother.

Rather it's made of her stash of "don't feel me inside out mud."

Not a pleasant thing, but then she needs a Jack bird ride to get it loose.

A ride on a pop, and kick that action loose.

Durant "spooling out a wire" Hapke