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Sous les pavés, la plage - MDW ART FAG CITY

I'm really disturbed that so much maliciousness and misunderstanding is radiating from the MDW event this weekend. I see some stalwarts of our august community striking enigmatic and judgii poses while hoping to see fireworks and fiddle playing. This event, fair, or un-fair did what it has done in prior years when it didn't face eviction or hurricane related issues. It brought together a community to gaze at some belly buttons and drink some beer and talk productively with one another. I think that MDW's critics miss or have missed the essential nature of what this community is and how it comports itself in the face of an art world that refuses to catch up with us. Despite inventing the gangster and the skyscraper we are here because so many before us were here too. As Chicagoans we understand and embrace this rich history. Our presence in this city is our gift to each other. As well as the chance opportunities afforded by any reminder that a beach is under the Magnificent…

Making the Strong Stuff of Peoples (the verso)

O' Pirate, I've heard your audience and was bitter made. They liked what was cruel and they said it was funny. O' stupid people believe the drip of their own sack. I've so heard as they've drunk themselves across the floor. Wishing at the corners and the heights that they've wished at, O' these darlings, these dears, and all. One shouts at the nude toilet. Another’s sock cries cotton from a worthless mouth. They're all clang, they're all of raised arms to bb. O' I expect better from them what nose these plates. What smote this booze and divine it's whim. I expect the expectable too just not from them what's bitter when this time is so ragged.

As seen by Mr. Ginny (Lurid Fortunes)

Camus' and the Short Merries

that ton of worship here save on save on tomorrow daedalus stuffed and granted sown like us and opened in the line that happens till you ask the team to worse and grade pretend herm's cup to pool our plant is plant to read ours of mine then spell it hard should my lap to warm and silver be for tomorrow a mix in the reeds a tumble is pilled a sailor is seed i once knew a girl

Untitled, a proposal for a public library shaped like an ornamental flower for Jorge Luis Borges (2004)

Untitled, proposal for a public library shaped like an ornamental flower for Borges (2004) 
Borges is more than a writer. He's a virus generating meme from within the image of another writer's content. Bold and deep he entertains the natural fancy of language while developing it's sublimity as a keen tool for the poking of every eye's bone. 
Poke, Poke... 
Borges is the meaning of the word squint. 
Borges is also very bad at kickball.  This make's Borges very sad. FINITO


Dear Hazard,
We prepared a little something to keep you entertained. A packet containing a weensy-tiny machine with a packet all of it's own. Inside one of these there will be 2 bodice rippers, while in the other we've embedded danger. Then with a hardy HiOh-Hi5 She say's, “Hell’s afoot, invent your own pocket-watch.”
Good bye,

Your tree-house is neat
Chapter One...We were drinking tea and listening to the great American music of the 60's. I think Arthur C Clarke had just died in Ceylon. I know that I couldn't breath. That’s when our car went spontaneous.
Flip a coin we might just escape.
SEE PAGE 10We missed you at the wedding and everyone said, Hi.
SEE PAGE 42We missed you at the wedding and everyone said, Hi.
SEE PAGE 43For all of it’s flaws Democracy really is

Open sauce for Gomer

Barry, Barry, Barry is that you? I'm in it to win it. Barry, Barry, Barry look me in the eyes. Barry, Barry, Barry, surprise, surprise, surprise...