New bumper sticker idea- I'd rather be Twitter-ing. Sadly, some drivers probably are. Swerve! Screech! Crash!
What are you doing?
Twitter-ing while driving. note to self- cruise control does not = auto pilot. my bad. lots of honking. screeching. then CRASH!
driver of the other car yelled at me. hit me in my nose. nose bleeding. ow! sniff. good news- iPhone intact. go for next Tweet! WOOT!
Both under 140 characters even. I am the king of nothing. All hail the king.
New painting promised. New promised painting. Promised new painting.
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Spare $200 burning a hole in your trousers? Throw some baking soda on both the $200 and your trousers. Send the $200 to me. Plus shipping. I'll send you the painting. Nobody has to get hurt. Money for painting. And if I even smell a cop, I'll send the painting to you one piece at a time. Whoa! Sorry about that. Release your inner mobster, huh? Release him!
Shameless reminder of the upcoming PS Publishing release of The Babylonian Trilogy by Sebastien Doubinsky. Pre-order it. Read it. Love it. I sure as shit did. So tasty. Nom. Nom. Nom.
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Barrels of free time? No monkeys or pickles to fill them with? Follow me on Twitter! It's like virtual monkeys and pickles, but with words, and for the soul. Deep. True.
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Pretty soon we'll be jotting down 3 random words on Post-It Notes, sticking them to fire hydrants and light poles, and all of the crazy bus people and homeless folks will be our friends.
I'll go first: Nose. Weasel. Sugar.
Who's next?
Hugs and kisses, represented for no apparent reason by 2 unrelated alphabet characters.
Best,
Chris Roberts, Dead Clown Art
deadclownart dot com
26 March 2009
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Uvula. Platypus. Pesto.
Stink. Bulbous. Deluge.
soon come the random numbers like one big ugly cultural Pollack and then that's it, I suppose. no more words, only numerical grunts and blank stares...
and thanks for the great artwork again...
I fear we're nearly there then. Just words, as numerical grunts & blank stares are already present. In these colorful moving screens that we pretend are people. Faceless faces. Which is true. Just not in the same way that it used to be. Allowed me to bump into you. Which makes me feel better about the whole mess. Much better.
Thanks for your words that made the artwork. It's all connected. Just not in the same way that it used to be. I'm detecting a theme. Grin!
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