....is a CULTURE CLUB. An ongoing cultural experience, sometimes based in reality.....enjoy the ride
Saturday, March 26, 2016
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Tuesday, March 22, 2016
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Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Monday, March 14, 2016
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Saturday, March 12, 2016
TRANNIES
THOUGHTS: When what is between your legs doesn't match with what's in your head it's simple,
your confused. If it's in your head then the solution is a easy as changing your mind. Don't want to change your mind. That is a CHOICE you make. Choices have consequences.
It's your problem. Don't make it other peoples issue with your choice of restrooms.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
GILOT
.....Francoise Gilot
One of Picasso's ex-girlfriend was on the
internet the other day. Seems she is
92 and is still an active painter.
She claims to have 5, 200 canvases.
.....duuuhh..!!!!
How much time and energy are involved?
What do you do with 5,200 canvases?
Is there any room left in her space for her?
Cock roaches love to hide in canvases.
Sales must be slow to non-existent.
Seems the internet has changed art
in ways we couldn't imagine.
Before the camera you actually had to be in the
presence of a canvases to see it. It would take forever
to see that many canvases. Yours eyes would fall
out of your head first.
Now, at home you just sit in front of a computer and
look at one stunning image after another till your eyes fall out
look at one stunning image after another till your eyes fall out
of
your
head
........OO
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
EURABIA
.....WHAT'S AN OMEN?
I was visiting my daughter in Paris, France. I was doing what I could to make a few bucks hustling art down alongside the Siene at Notre Dame right next to a bridge called Pont A Double.
Nov 18th was a cold and dreary day with little or no sales.
To cheer things up I got a bottle of cheap red wine.
Two wimmen showed up. Shelly and I didn't get her girlfriends name. Diamerd another down and out artist from Eastern Europe went and got a bottle of Noveau Beaujolis. When he left so did the girls. When he returned so did the girls.
The bottle was passed around. A good time was had by all. I noticed a red spot between Shelly's legs. Must have been starting her period and didn't know it. I didn't say anything. When the bottle was empty they left.
The girls and the wine were gone. It was starting to get dark when three Arab types came walking along.
Diamerd's easel was next to the bank. For God knows what reason one of them threw his easel along with paints and brushes into the Siene.
Diamerd was having a tuff time as it was. It was winter and some ass hole had thrown his means of lively hood into the river
I had two bottles of wine in me and I was pissed. There were three of them. I didn't care I attacked.
I turned one of them around and kicked him in the nuts twice, then one of them blind sided me and knocked me down.
Three of them had me down and were kicking me. I was down but not out. I had a razor in my pocket and got it out. I slashed at one of them twice, then they ran off.
I lost my hat and glasses and had some minor nicks but otherwise was o.k.
The next day I was a hero.
Friday, March 4, 2016
Thursday, March 3, 2016
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