soles slid to a stop, fixed firmly in the bowing grass made slick with morning dew. expression set, eyes thick with determination—our hero’s mind was alive with thoughts of the daunting task that lay before her. sunset scarves billowed out behind the lone figure, flapping tongues inthe wind speaking foreign words of encouragement to their masterfriend. arms aflail, she dove against the wind, limbs a blur against the rolling green below. toward the horizon — TOWARD THE FUTURE !

duck duck duck CHEERIOS

OKAY SO yesterday mark had to take grandpa to get a haircut because his head is madea weeds and when he got back i hadbeen knee deep in websight tweakin fer hours but he was all excited like “WEJAWEJA WE HAVE TO GO NOW SOMEONE IS WAITING FOR YOU AT THE PUBLIX/PANERA SHOPPING COMPLEX PLACE :DDDD” whereas i sankback into the shadows and replied with “NO I CANNOT MEET WITH THE DAYWALKERS TODAY I’LL TAKE A RAINCHECK /HISSS”

which was where mark said “…BUT HE’S WAITING THERE FOR YOU. AND HE’S EATING CHEERIOS o __o” AND HOW CAN YOU SAYNO TO THAT IJUST HAD TO MEET THIS CEREALFIEND FOR MY SELF V:<

I ALMOST PEED BECAUSE IT IS OBVIOUSLY A DUCK AND MOREOBVIOUSLY A GIRLDUCK WHO IS THEMOSTOBVIOUSLY KEEPING HER EGGIES SAFE INTHE WORST POSSIBLE PLACE EVER, IT IS IN FRONT OF A HALLMARK AND A SUPERCUTS. lookit, she pulled out her own feathers to help keep her childrens warm n __n

ithink she got angry at me when i got tooclose because she thought iwanted to crackout somma dem fetusducks for breakfast or something but it was well pastnoon at this point so suchthings where hardly on my mind butMAN we are gonna go see her everyday because in my head i am totally gonna be there when allthe little duckies come out and they’ll see me and think i’m their momma and i’ll have babyducks in my hair and one will be trying to get up my pantsleg and i’ll be like HEEHEHHE NOO SILLY DUCKS I AM NOT YOUR MOM BUT THE COOL AUNT and i’ll visit them at the pond on holidays and bring presents and all the presents will be cheerios and mommaduck will look at me with a knowing grin butalso shaking her head in mild disbelief and then mark will come in wearing an apron carrying a tray with coffee and cookies confused as to why we’re all laughing but he’ll join in anyway n_______________________nngtnfyhty

t n_ nt /f u sleep

icouldnt sleep because i was thinking about having to dothings because of eventually being dead and instead my brain thoughtup a neat story which i eventually got up to write down and then i started working on a facebook for ARTSTUFFONLY since that might be useful maybeperhaps whilealso sending funny things to murk on aim intermittently PERUSUAL so he will have a messagebox fulla goodies when he wakesup n___n

MY GREATEST ENEMY (greaterthanmayo e__e)

i don’t wanna go to sleep. i NEVER WANNA GO TO SLEEP.

i could fill pagesandpages with ANTISLEEP wordstuffs, provide earsandeyes with endless hours of why i loathe thistime when head must (regretfully) hit pillow. perhaps i will do that very thing morrowtime, but FIRST. THAT HORRIBLE FIVE LETTER WORD. BALLS. imeansleep . __.

the g-head files __CASE01

so i’ve been learning that sometimes—SOMETIMES—when mark is talking in his sleep, i can respond and he TALKS BACK :D this time he rolled over and mumbled something about a net and when i inquired further concerning the net in question he elaborated by more mumbles about a free car. perhaps parking this free car. a suspicion i’ve formed is that this may be an attempt to reachout from the dreamscape upon the prospect of deep conversation about monopoly.

…THIS IS AWESOME :DDD I FEEL LIKE I WON THE LIFELOTTERY :DDDDDDD AN ETERNITY OF MESSIN WITH BOWJOE* INHISSLEEP HERE I COME :DDDDDDDD

*i have recently renamed mark bowjoe. after a week of addressing him as such, i have conditioned him to respond to the new name and perhaps even PREFER IT. MORE NEWS LATER FROM THE G-HEAD FILES <>__<> /STATIC

things mark says

“i want to turn into a snail and live under the porch. it sounds COMFY”

“i thought i had more than five toes for a second and got scared . _.”

SO MOE, WRY

post valentinesduck

i was gonna do more of the valenduck things today (I FELL ASLEEP EARLY LAST NIGHT CAUSEIWASNTFEELINGOODS e__e) but decided against it cause i have some commission/personal stuff to work on V: ijust wanted to say that i had lots of fun doing the few that i did yesterday and THANKYOUBUNCHES @ people who replied to duck n__n i’d like to do stuff like that moreoften if only my bumblebrains can remember (:

the way to _____

i’ve been watching music videos all morning—AHH MUSIC. the only thingstuffs that’s ever made me feel jealousy. IN COMPLETE AND TOTAL SERIOUSNESS. ican draw thousands of pictures but i feel like it’s impossible to move someone withthem in the sameway a song can. all morning, my heart is squeezepulled and my cheekshurt from smiling and there’s something rolling around in my stomach and i can’t recall a time art has done that to me. i want to move people in that way and share with people in that way and touch people in thoseplaces and this is such a desperate feeling stuck in mythroat ican’t seem to swallow away

am i offcourse in communicating visually like i do? is sound the trueandproper way to the soul? to others? to that raw and beautifulplace i get to see sometimes within myself and otherfolk until you breathe too hard or not hard enough and it’s gone and buried back down beneath insecurities and etiquette and learnedbehavior and expectation and your innermostfears

that place needs a name •ᴗ•

9 ponderprince place

a day or two ago mark asked me why i don’t post more wordage on my bloghouse these days, like back in the ages of livejournal and its many shadowsites—why didn’t i share more of my headplace? istopped to think about it for a while, trying to trace things back because, well, it just so happensthat I REALLY TRULY WANT TO. I WANT TO SHARE. i’ve MISSED the sharing of words with people SOMUCH that there’s even this ache in me, a directproduct of the dammed off brainspew V: after hours with my head lost in cloudedthought, ears CLOGGED with the stuff, ithink i’ve come to understand this place i currently find myself in—a place of interwebbed seclusion for the most part. cause, youknow, i want to do more than share my headpictures with all you who wish to partake of the stuff. if you stick around for long enough ijust have to assume you want to sample the stuff else yah prolly would’ve skidaddled longsince nowtimes.

i’ve had this thing in my head, his name is misterNINE. he is me and hethinks i should be more professional because ineed to start looking at this whole art shebang though somewhat businesstype eyes and freely posting all the gunk that churns about up here in the ol’ noggin isn’t very professional now is it? you should share art and not muchmore, because it’s also disingenuous in a way as well, if you think about it. all these people get to know you better but what do you know about them? youcant be friends with the world and its unfair to thesepeople intheworld who are interested in yer brainthings it just simply isn’t fair to them to not have their thoughts and ideas and bitsofself shared as well AND YOU CANT POSSIBLY SHARE ALL THOSE PIECES THERE ARE TOOMANY PEOPLE WITH TOOMANY PIECES. the way you want to live is selfish and you just shouldn’t continue things this way because it can never be equal on all sides. people don’t comeround for that anyway, it only gets in the way. just show the slides for the folk to look and maybesmile at but soonafter move on, never to invest muchhere AND SO things will stay level forever and letsnotcausearuckusnow.

the mistake i almostmade woulda been a dearone, cause this all doesn’t stem from misternine, no. sittin and thinkin i traced back sommore and well I AM A BLAZING BRAINLESS THING because it’s mighty obvious that the one time where thingshappened that changed my headhouse almost completely—YOUKNOW—when someone was a rightTRAMP and left that lit cigarette unattended indoors and the curtains went ablaze and smoke started billowin from my eyesockets and WELLSHIT THE WHOLEPLACE WAS ALMOST CONSUMED COMPLETELY BY THE FIRE V: i had to prettymuch build backup from scratch, addin to the framework. when you find out the foundation on which you’ve built your house upon is not concrete but rottencotton candy, lots of things have to change. noweja, not everyone is good and yes there are people who will intentionally, unapologetically, DEEPLY hurtyou for their own benefit—even the smallest and most darkanddastardly typekind. he was just coping with this methinks, but misternine meant well.

i was heartbroked while rebuilding my house, downlow and feelin betrayed by my own perceptions of the world. sosad without desire to share that particularbundle of emotion with others, and my headandheart refused to communicate to paper as it had in the past. time passed, holes healed, and irealized i wasn’t as wrong as i was lead to believe by the select. THERE IS NO ABSOLUTE. that is it, that is all. i rebuilt with some changes, a new wing and hardwoodfloors stead of carpet :D i still let the strays in but man you little fellas are only scratchin up that wood somuch before i reintroduce yer rear to the welcomemat cause FRICK i gots me a limited amount of room for kitties up in this piece I CANT HOUSE EM ALL V: just the interesting and wellbehaved ones that show some respect for the floors and dont tryand eat up all the kittyfood i leave out for all ah yuh YOU HAVE TO SHARE.

/because sharing is caring and icare more than i can rightlyexpress alot of the time. ipromiseido. trulydo.

xxvii

instead of cake i (and later mark) had a three hour long conversation with mymom where i tried to show i understood and hoped to be understood inreturn but it didn’t work and my eyes are sore and myhead is so heavy and my self is full of the doubts

/invalidation

can i have cake now

THIS IS NOT AN ART POST

it concerns doctor who V: i doNOT like how they’re writing the eleventh doctor—he’s a neat character but a SHIT doctor mainly because he doesn’t seem to give a frick about preserving life. he isn’t nearly as pacifistic as all the previous incarnations and that’s a flaw for me because that’s always been part of the doctor’s core. sometimes he’s been more willing to use/manipulate others for the greater good, or take lives if he ABSOLUTELY MUST but only as the forever last resort. and if he does, there’s lots of mourning goin on there. he wouldn’t ever let cap’n jack ride with him because he was so quick with the violence and that’s never been the way the doctor worked so WHY THE RIVER THING. why would he be interested, regardless of other facts. BAHFFFF that’s all i’ll say because i don’t wanna be spoilery but DAMN DISAPPOINT. ): ): ):

MAY 21 2011 IS A MYTH

so says a note my little brother wrote on facebook today. it is awesome. apparently in his class they’ve been talking about the most recent doomsday prediction made by someguy who’s been studying the bible for fifty years and all the little kids in his catholic gradeschool are freaking out. but listen guys, thefunkiestrabbit has some NEW FO YOU:

May 21 2011 is a myth

by Ant Cuticchia on Tuesday, 17 May 2011 at 22:07

To anybody who belives in may 21 2011 you can go stick a but in your face cause thats not gonna happen. and what happened in 1954 nothin 1982 nothin 1990-2000 nothin 2004 nothin. What is going to happen on may 21 2011?… nothin so yeah go stick a but in your face and mabie suck a egg. Just get it out of your head cause its not gonna happen and when i wake up on may 22 2011 im gonna rub it in your face so get it out of your head

wanna print it out and stick it to phonepoles all over, MY BOSOM SWELLS WITH PRIDE ◉ Ü◉

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