I'm Too Scared To Eat At BURGER KING!

Was the idea to creep me out MORE than RONALD (I'm Luvin' Paedophiles!) MacDonald? Success.

SOL, Our Sun If You're Nasty

I don't know what that meant.

2 Days 'til My New Niece Is Released!

Her name is Katie, but in this 2 month old picture she looks like a little convict with her serial number at her feet. Whatca' in for, little girl? Welcome to Texas!

Stinky: the Photo Montage 2

Wow.

I have an adopted sister who came to my family in 1971 at 8 months old from Korea. She's 37 now and has just returned to Korea with her husband, Mark, to fetch the little girl pictured above and bring her to her new home in Texas now that they have adopted her. "returned to Korea," maybe it's because from my objective perspective I see my sister in Korea 'again' although I'm certain from her POV she's somewhere for the first time. So curious how the mind works...

Welcome 'home' Katie.

"You Obviously Don't Know Who I Think I Am?"

THEM - My Mother thinks I'm "self-important!"
ME - Why I oughta, I mean the very idea...I'll get her if it's that Last Thing I do! Watch Your Back Lady!

THEM - My Therapist has spent a year figuring out where to begin with me.
ME - I prefer "complex" but I'm merely "complicated."

THEM - My heartless, soul-sucking mooch of a Long Time Companion has returned to ATM, I mean TIM.
ME - I should earn more money.

THEM - My Cat is looking at me funny.
ME - Do I show her I love her enough?

THEM - zzzzz
ME - How does my hair look from the back?

The Dancing of the Spheres

wow. ya'll this is a place. a place where we sent something to see for us. mankind can be so fucking cool!

If a picture paints a thousand words....

...I should be able to manage 200 by tonight.

Be Back Soon

RISE...AGAIN AND AGAIN

Morning Has Broken

As sung by Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam
lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Now THOSE are boobies.

This is an entirely TOO long explanation about the last post - "In Three-Quarter Time" which I got in trouble for by advertising that the epistle had "boobies." Some sweet someone judged the picture from the last post as "pornographic" - their words not mine and I got in all sorts of trouble at my ex-workplace because some of their work email addresses were mixed in with the distribution list I sent out that advertised the epistle with "boobies" - my word. The Photo I had chosen was a 20's "art-study" of the Three Graces, black & white, not selacious in my opinion. But I know the opinion of the viewer is ultimately the standard for judging obscenity. The fact that the word "boobies" got "Blackberried" to a co-worker and someone thought the Ladies were "pornographic" created an idiotic Tempest in a Timothy-pot.

Oddly the point of the last post was my poem made entirely of three word phrases or acronyms. That's why it isn't illustrated any longer.

So for this post I decided to illustrate (she's illustrated. layers upon layers upon layers) what I thought "real boobies" (illustrated - ironic, no?) look like.

P.S. All My Funny Work seems to be on The Last REAL JBHS Graduates 81-83 this week anyway. I'm a 1 blog man.

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