deliquesce

To become fluid or soft on maturing

in lieu of drinking, i have recently been working on new artwork projects.
suffice it to say, i am not so much pleased with the lack of fluid, though the productivity level has most definitely picked up... it's about time?
most of which, is due to lack of funds. if i had it my way, i would imbibe regularly.
its been difficult to sleep. the result being, more work on projects.
alisa and i have these over the counter sleep aids.
they don't work. unless their job is to make me itch constantly.
gimme a niche.

...bag baby...

"there should be an application process in order to procreate..."

progress of the sea-hulse (seaman)

ok...so my scanner isn't quite large enough to fit all of it. still much work to be done.
this is it so far.

...in progress?...

"evolution of the sea-hulse. resulting in seaman."

An effect to the majority of the worlds potable water supply, as well as the oceans. This is a direct result of the emergence of vast pools and rivers teaming with toxic ejaculate distributed from the "Glonga". With time, all of the creatures that necessitate said habitats, became either extinct, or considerably deformed. Fused, if you will, from one species to the next.
Surprisingly, out of the few species now present, the sea horse (considering the basal amount of needs for survival) seems to be the most prominent. Though, a large fraction of the first three phases in the genome projection (shown below), perished in their "progression". If one were to be so bold.
Fins and brittle bones, with time, grew a more dense mass of bones. Soon laden with a less course hide. The proboscis diminishing. Calcium deposits resembling teeth, dressed with coarse and clenching lips. As well as pupil growth in response to the murky quality of the fluid.

...what has fate in store for you?...

FLOURISH

FLOP

FIND

...AND FAIL

...Craniopagus Parasiticus...

...new sketches and some stencils im working on...

Ted Bundy, during his trial...

taken from "disasters", childs reaction to his mothers death


Woman walking away, while meat wagon hauls off her dead children. (also from "disasters")

...a plague on both of your houses...

short cummings

I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him. I took the boy there. Stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes. Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I walked back and took the trolley to 59 St. at 2 A.M. and walked from there home. Next day about 2 P.M., I took tools, a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of my belts in half, slit these halves in six strips about 8 inches long. I whipped his bare behind till the blood ran from his legs. I cut off his ears - nose - slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes. He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood. I picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him through the middle of his body. Just below the belly button. Then through his legs about 2 inches below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head - feet - arms - hands and the legs below the knee. This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach. I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey and pee wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears -- nose -- pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about 1/4 hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy. In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was a sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.^[5]

here fishy fishy fishy

Dear Mrs. Budd. In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong, China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1-3 per pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak—chops—or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girl's behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid [sic] there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys, one 7 and one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them – tortured them – to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 year old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except the head—bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 St. near—right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3, 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese—strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.^[5]

my favorite time to go out.
is without doubt, late at night (or early in the morning).
some chums on stoops. getting loopy, and wiggling like al dente pasta under a firm fork.
clasps, throwing daps, passing grass.
liquor lights until the wee hours, flickering and coaxing me into them.
i went to the park today.
walked the loop, found a few paths that struck me fancy.
you cant even hear the traffic from most parts of the park.
not even a little.
i meant to have some alcohol to abuse in the bush.
money is tight.
it was still decent.

thanks alot, old friend.

there are two cats in this house, whose interaction with one another. Is almost a direct emulation of my relationship.

...i know that something has gone a blunder...

(none of these are either in chronological order, or bear any significance other than my liking in them. there is no motive or underlying meaning behind this post. perhaps, the writings themselves. but, not this post in particular.)

-the management