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Not relegating myself to digital sketches anymore. Now adding verbs, mental doodads and anything I make with my unlimited resources. That is to say I'm posting all the silly shit I make with my hands (my hands being the unlimited resources I spoke of in the last sentence).
Press Release: The racing world was left mouths agape as Lightning Ass Garage out of Oakland California announced this morning they would team up with Nefarious Vinyl to sponsor this years promising young rookie Mathias Schmidt of San Francisco. When asked for a comment Mathias, on break from training in the swiss alps, simply stated "...after much deliberation, my manager [Noah Simon] and I agreed the Nefarious Lightning Ass deal was a good bet."
Bacon
I am a meat eater and an animal lover. I eat all meat and love all animals. Ironic? Not really. In Zambia while stopping for fifteen minutes during an eight hour bus ride I purchased a meat pie. This meat pie was unlike any meat pie you'd get here, for it was full of dog meat. What are people supposed to do when there is no water for crops, and no work to make money to buy better food for the family? Mother fucker's gotta eat, right?
Not for or against. I'm too confused to make statements. Oddly this is the third thing I've made recently concerning weapons. The striped vinyl tank, the handgun with bullets and now the diplomatic peace missile. I admit I have a lot of anger, but I'd rather not blow stuff up. Actually on a few occasions I have shot bullets and shotgun shells at various home appliances such as televisions (very satisfying as T.V. is the devil) two refrigerators and a microwave in the Nevada desert. The boy in me says "COOL" and the man in me agrees.
This little logo takes it's cue from the "Side Yard" logo I designed (it's a little further down the page). It was printed on tshirts for the "Backyard Gardens Softball" team. There was a problem though. The logo was meant for the back of the shirt and the folks I gave it to printed it on the front of the shirt. Why does that matter? If you ever see a female over the age of fourteen with a "Backyard Gardens" shirt you'll notice the "back" and the "dens" excentuating the curvature of her chest. I learned a major lesson with this one. (Oddly I'm wearing the shirt as I type, however it doesn't look funny on me as I have little to no pectorals anyway.)
Unemployed
The Latino laborer is the backbone of the unskilled labor force on the West coast. They are hands down the hardest and least expensive labor to be found. They break their backs for pennies doing menial jobs. Though they deserve our respect we do not give it to them. When I was a kid my father hired a man off the street corner to help till a garden he was making for my mother. He worked hard with my Dad digging and moving earth. I remember my mom making him lunch. A man willing to work deserves far more respect than a man with a cup. Deserves far more respect than the blood sucking executive lounging. Deserves more than being unemployed.Also, they don't wear red pants and a pointy witches cap. I made that up myself.
Arlyle won't watch nature videos. Though she loves animals she won't accept the fact that often survival depends on death. She thinks it's beauty lost in a horrible process. Dead butterflies is all she sees. I see it the opposite. The process of survival is amazing to me. Death and life are equally necessary and I find that to be the most beautiful part.
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