Saturday, May 20, 2006

AN APOLOGY

to everyone who has taken the time and trouble to add their comments to these posts and to whom I have not made a proper reply, courteous or otherwise. Believe you me, I appreciate the feedback. I hope to meet you in person one day so I can shake you warmly by the hand or knock your goddam head in, depending.

12 Comments:

Anonymous Harold Nuggs said...

In the event that I "rub you wrong" in this supposed encounter you better have taken your Geritol and packed a lunch because knocking MY goddam head in is gonna be an all day job for you Grandpa!!

10:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"harold", have you met this man? He's got hands like angry beef roasts and a temper like a hungry crocodile with piles. Call him Duraflame, 'cause he gets hot fast and stays that way for hours. More than a match for any man who signs his comments with lower case letters.

RIP, "nuggs". May your big, all-day sucker of a head long wave.

11:11 PM  
Blogger Armless Octopus said...

...and hes got a posse.

12:11 PM  
Blogger Wiley said...

I would like to purchase two tickets for the head knocking please. One for me and the other for the head.

4:23 PM  
Blogger Joshua said...

Violence is golden...
But my eyes can see...

Sing a song...sing along, but head-bashing is just plain wrong.

Haven't Franks meanderings learned you nothin' boy? Keep your wits about you and your forked tongue firmly in your cheek. There's no use in pummeling anyone, unless it's to knock sense into your karmic-trembling noggin. Y'all gotta get the joke, and no tickets are to be sold...the revolution will not be televised. (Thanks, Gil-Scott.)

6:32 AM  
Blogger pliiip said...

Jim, I love your artwork.

Light could not enter the "sulphur eye", because humans will not let it. We consider the vital little things around us, like hummus and decomposition, unimportant.
We are too completely stricken by the "Yuk" factor.

I am the only person in my neighbourhood with a compost. I am also the only one in my neighbourhood with a beautiful garden-amidst this drought-stricken era down in Oz.

Your 'Inaugural Eye', Jim, is the light of all time and its sulphur yellow complements the missing green of the frog in "Drowned man's colours".
Your gasping frog is the victim of the 'over-heated grey void' . This has been produced by humans in our ever browning world.

As beautiful as it is, the purple landscape of "D.M's.C" is devoid of all green - the colour of Photosynthesis - allowing life giving oxygen, coupled with forests and healthy river systems.
Your gasping frog is missing it's neighbours; the beatles, reptiles, marsupials and the rest that make up our splendid, healthy, living bio-diversity.

I am also an artist working on a piece that represents the end product of our lonely planet.
Your ''Call to Adventure" me is one that invites challenge. - a quest that endeavures to reverse the hot blowless wind of the"Grey Void"
cheers
Pliiip
PS-please be patient, I shall have my 'blogspot' up n runnin in 2 weeks time

8:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Its different; my wife's view was clean the mind out and start again.

Sorry

10:09 PM  
Blogger cheesemeister said...

It would be ok if you shake my hand, or my head. Or if you must, you can bash my head in, I really don't use it that much. But please don't bash my hand in. I rely on it for typing!

12:06 AM  
Blogger warriorxmars said...

head in hand, bash in bag, the boy barged in, bashfully unaware of his surroundings he unwrapped his brown-bagged triple-decker tuna frog sandwich. "Carry on everyone! said he, I only came in to eat my lunch. Mind If I stand to pee?" There was a pause, and breaths where taken. "Disregard the posse, quoth he, Its only really not there when you need it." The trick is finding one when you dont need it.

3:39 AM  
Blogger warriorxmars said...

oh ah I do like the pictures, they remind me of something I found on the back seat of a bus once. a 13b on the old retinal/subliminal circus line.

3:41 AM  
Anonymous haroldnuggs said...

"harold", have you met this man? He's got hands like angry beef roasts

That I can make Arby samiches out of...

and a temper like a hungry crocodile with piles

and I have Preperation H slathered all over my throbbing cock to sooth it's burning.


Call him DuraLame cuz he cannot draw his way out of a paper bag.....

2:33 PM  
Anonymous PetCareRx said...

I do like the pictures, they remind me of something I found on the back seat of a bus once.

10:54 PM  

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