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when i awoke the Queen of the Known Universe offered me good Karma but as a card carrying Dark Bird i quickly turned it down the next day i drank 6 cups of strong black coffee to grow my hair dark like a Raven and my blood smart like a Crow but i drew the line at carrion for lunch since i have a good refrigerator about 30 x 70 oily on a loose canvas i dreamt i was standing in my shed at night with my paintings giving off the light so that i was able to see new colors never seen before by a Dark Bird that night as i sat in my old lazy boy recliner staring at the midnight moon i noticed clowns racing from one aisle to the next picking up all the bread crumbs i had left behind so i could remember how i got there the cars raced by on the highway unaware that i was offering a 50% off midnight sale on all my art a coyote trotted by but said he had to "think about it" (the most feared words ever spoken) later that night i bought some pots and pans from a rabbit selling on aisle C and cooked up some Dark Bird Hash and Dead Cowboy Coffee i slept atop my shed until awoke by a stinky start looked to my left sure enough a dead goats head id left there from the year before Monkey Totem about 20 x 60 oily on a good bord Road Trip to T and C along the Jornada del Muerto also known as the "route of the dead man" 10 miles outside of Belen we see a man walking with dreads to his knees wearing a gunney sack & i think i could still smell him as we passed a dying lake entering Truth or Consequences where vultures circle everything & tourism is headed somewhere else so we went to dinner at an old school steak restaurant to enjoy the local flavor where the Dead Cowboys are still drinking martinis like nothings changed since 1965 and all the cars out front are cadillacs with horns on their hood and the only salad they offer is an iceberg wedge so upon return sure enough we pass the same man with the dreadlocks 10 miles further down the road but after 24 hours in T and C i wonder if he's really the Dead Man on the Journado De Muertre clik hear four several moore new paintings YOnder There--easter at the flea market dear Jesus we got bills to pay can you please give it a break?
i have no idea what you do but you do it very very well (stunned bunny rabbit staring up at the Dark Bird Palace) i bought a megafone at the flea market & screeched the Great Caw i was answered with a moo a howl and a chorus of clucks truly the birth of the flea market barn yard that said ive always admired my tendencies to be more like the angry wrathful old testament god than his love & peace son speaking of resurrection how many dead people do you really want to see return from the grave? coyotes tried to pull a goats skull from my shed this weekend its common knowledge the dark bird palace is a bone buffet the first red finch of the spring returned to its ancestral home land this weekend she was born in the eye socket of a cow skull in my shed i often wonder if the bird intuitively knows how a cow thinks he said my art was ready for the next leap to a better place all day long i wondered where is this place? when i paint at the shed sometimes i hear voices so i turn up the radio hoping folks wont hear how embarrassing the voices are visions of no worth insights that lead no where a guru of nothing i am a tumbleweed sage that rolled across the desert into a flea market happy that the wind stopped howling in my ears bone therapy staring 7 hours a day at a femur or a skull it burns away the bullshit although i do keep one good can of BS around else i wouldnt be me would i?
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the rules with wild horses are pretty simple but if you want to predict people you might as well go to vegas (click heres 4 another painting) Side of the Dark Bird Palace monday PM NEWS LETTER TOMORROW sighn up rite hear three faces in the desert--- about 24 x 50 oily on a loose canvas art an alchemical necessity medicine for the people a mass for the true fundamentalist a ritual of beauty thats not to be confused with home decor or a casual blasphemous shopping trip to hobby lobby for a framed poster true believers know what they want and they dont just want it now they needed it yesterday and yet there are some who would say they want art they love art they need art but if you check their pulse they are DOA (DONT OWN ART) a true believer is most evident when you bump into the lukewarm faint of faith the playing it safe crowd unsure of their own wound mistaking money for medicine handling snakes speaking in tongues baptisms of fire all part of a day in art every day a sunday every thing art Animal Tale--- and make him paint for us!
" no problem lady but you might wanna check out the Bearded Lady or the Elephant Man on aisle C first "trust absolutely unconditionally" the words eminating from a drag queen on a tv screen saving me thousands of dollars in shrinks not to mention the 1-800 numbers that help me get thru the day i was covered from head to toe in buckskin clothing & i grew antlers from drinking three glasses of acorn milk a day why was i so surprised to be standing in the middle of the road stunned like a deer in headlights?
Horse Sense---SOULD 45 x 65 oily on loose canvas after a big trip a couple weeks ago into Wild Horse Country im thinking of applying for citizenship Dark Bird Mandala 37 x 37 as the Crow Flys January 15 2018 Mesa---) all are around 24 inches tall suitable for all formal wear occasions Cowboys and Indians 11 x 14 oily on wood with a nice old frame Happy Holidays December 25 2017 In Process...(Happy Bear on Right is SOULD) December 18, 2017 Inside the Dark Bird Palace November 27, 2017 Dark Bird Font--- 43 x 62 oily on loose canvas i was lost in the desert with no water and no face i had no sense of place all directions pointed lost i couldnt see the future couldnt bear to look back and in the present the only thing i could think to do was to build a tall ladder out of this mess into the starry skies of hell yes oily on a nice 30 x 40 bord its about to get very interesting again after a summer of smashing my brains against walls taking turns down wrong roads and believing all sorts of lies and other silly mischief now ive found one true thing and from that comes the full on resurrection of my Dark Bird Palace State of Mind clik hear for a few more paintings from this week Guard Dawgs about 39 x 62 inches on loose canvas click hear 4 two other new ones! - so i sit in the lobby some think its my hobby ive spent so much time waiting around defending my ground ive completely forgot what i was looking for - so how bout this? im amused and distracted by the hummingbird wars the coyote howls the dark bird caws & late night growls i credit this with my general ambivalence about where i am who i am and where i am going as i look thru the eyes of the bardo hotel The Woods--- about 82 x 22 oily on a nice simply framed bord after a week at my new mountain home the deer stopped coming around at morning coffee later they told me my company was poor but it was my bad poetry that was the last straw - this morning even the hummingbirds stayed clear horror of horrors they said my breath smelled like chicken - so i tried to exercise my poetry blues away doing crazy jumping jacks in the woods which made me feel better but caused the great black squirrel panic of 2017 - and so im left with my one true poetry friend the much maligned but magnificant king of the forrest its just me and a fly under the clear blue sky - the only conclusion i can draw is that the fly loves my poetry or thinks im a kindred spirit at least as he offered me a first edition of his new book "Catcher of the House Fly" which i tell him is pure genius regrettably ive never seen the fly in public since then Guardians of the Multiverse--- about 29 x 62 oily on loose canvas Dark Bird cocks his head ruffles his feathers leans into the great CAW time and space shatter humanity pours forth like mixed candies from a smashed interstellar pinata raccoon sees dinner scurries over picks up the starshine sweets with child like fingers candy looks up asks dear Gawd is that you?
Obsession about 30 x 62 oily on loose canvas Anxiety writes my to do list at 2 am on the inside of my eyelids with heavy disappearing ink that compells me to start over again at 3 am i am driven like a crzy one eyed salmon to swim up my dry river bed every nite slowly evolving two tiny stick legs that i drag along with my obsolete fins gasping for air with primal gills like the monster from the dark bird lagoon pondering like a philosopical freakish monster i wonder why am i killing myself at 3 am? Cosmic Corvids--* about 60 x 29 oily on loose canvas Spring Snow blows thru cottonwood trees like puffs of frozen pollen while a cold crow sits high upon its chlorophyll iceberg a perfect pirate flag for this vessel as it floats away in search of road kill in downtown Santa fe All ---SOULD 18 x 22 multicrappia on a bord framed simply back from a short vacation break went to the ocean brought back the tide inside now im ready for this coming summers big ride click hear four several other new paintings Taco--- 24 x 30 oily on a nice bord which one are you?
a head with two beady eyes popped up out of my wood pile a squatter inside a squatters shack this land belongs to the reservation and i am an arkansas traveler my partner in crime a sneaky grey squirrel the ruts from the monsoon rains growing deeper into my memory rivers of gold now mud my footprints once prominent now blowing away in the winter winds letting go always beautiful dark bird melancholia Dark Birds and Wild Horses-- about 38 x 63 oily on loose canvas i saw a guy yesterday who told me he had 4 Thomas Kinkaides which prompted me to tell him that today is your lucky day i am here to relieve you of the burden of light today the full truth arrives in the form of a Dark Bird giving you a handle on both left and right he laughed and walked away happy with his copy of an original signed by the master of marketing the painter of blight Big Dawgs of the Desert--- about 40 x 60 inches on loose canvas in santa fe it appears we have left modern medicine far behind and now use only the shamanic healing techniques of ancient cultures where the average life expectancy was about 35 be gone narcissus fleawalker be gone from my shed thee offends my ears with your endless bullshit be gone narcissus flea walker your mouth is large your ears have disappeared be gone narcissus flea walker a mid life crisis in santa fe doesnt require a red corvette or a 25 year old spouse all that is required is a shamans license and a few tubes of acrylic paint to smoooosh around while energetically healing people the crazy lady told me the FBI placed tracking devices inside her tent and the CIA followed her everywhere with drones but the most bizarre part was that ive had the same exact experience when politcal correctness meets flea market dharma a dark bird chases the unicorn back back over its rainbow into a black hole where i can assure you there is no return Grizzly--- the flea at nite to paint under the new mexico moonlight sometimes i create sometimes i watch the poltergeists rise and sell on aisle A thru K boney fingers breaking thru gravel skulls breaching the desert crust a macabre market dances at night selling everything from a to z where Dona Tules runs a tent of ill repute skeleton whores giving fleshly pleasure to dead cowboys old Geronimo lurks hidden away they will never find him because no one comes here anymore Georgia Okeefe is painting flowers on aisle A such boring art i doubt she'll make it very far Buffalo Bill designs a stage coach robbery in the parking lot such a shame they lost all their money before they got past the front gate Jesus is sitting at a card table selling black market anti depressants to the indian ghosts Buddha is hawking life insurance to old people telling them to protect their worldly possessions Billy the Kid has a small tattered tent and is selling self help books on how to be a big success a conquistador zombie walks the front aisle telling everyone he's been stuck at this market since the spanish entrada when the indians shot him full of arrows its a haunted market at night time and in the day time we are all walking talking dead cowboys at a flea market ) a casino on aisle J thats been the rumor for years that the flea market was eventually going to be paved over with slots on the front blackjack on the back strip poker in the parking lot i always knew we were playing with a loaded dice and that the house always wins and in the end all you walk away with is your memories and maybe a hangover consider me gone im already a ghost from the good old days remember that weird guy at the flea market with that strange booth? the glory days gone years ago the wind rolls down the empty aisles and i see the ghost of departed vendors from years past all that is left for most of us is a place to be until the black jack begins ragged tarps blowing gently in the wind dust devils kick up in the parking lot and the sun shines brightly on the Sangre de Cristos and once again im reminded of the strange beauty of a dark vision Two Headed Bird Totem--- Dawgs 110 by 43 oily loose canvas that smell coming from atop the Dark Bird Palace undoubtedly the fresh skull i threw up there last week that has become more interesting with the monsoon rains more odiforus and mobile i hear pitter patter foot steps on the roof its a flea market garden of eden without the original sin up there a new species is being born inside the incubator of a dead goats head where frankenflea peers out of the goats eye sockets at the flea market like plato gazing out of his cave minus opposable thumbs at something it knows is sheer madness clik hear 4 new art In Progressssssss.....-- about 30 x 34 multicrappia on a wood door its too hot the relentless baking of what little brain i have left has forced me to consider taking my kat and moving to alaska where i can become an honorary eskimo and build the Dark Bird Igloo where i will paint ice bergs snow flakes santa claus and polar bears for the discerning arctic art collector Trickster Underworld--- about 35 x 60 a hawk flew into my shed and landed on the elk antlers staring at me until i lost my nerve & flew away it was hot 95 degrees to be exact so i moved into the shade listening to BB King singing in my head "the Thrill is Gone Baby…the Thrill is gone…" flea market dementia taking myself too serious like a Jack Ass who thinks hes a quarter horse ready to run for the roses but suddenly realizes no one else is training by trotting to the porta pottie 5 times a day in some social settings political correctness has reduced my vocabulary to shrugs thumbs up or thumbs down the occasional windmilling of my arms and my most valuable gesture the pointing into deep space when folks ask me about polyticks i am simple maker of pictures spreading burnt sienna raw umber warm yellows & making marks across my canvas call me a painter i will leave the label Artist for others to decide since i paint more like a cave man at Lascaux holding a torch in the cave i call the Dark Bird Palace looking for simple mysterious truths i am a modern primitive not by choice but because its really truly who i am Desert---SOULD oily on loose canvas about 60 x 40 july the 4th i here by announce my independence from cat videos and any click bait that says "this man made millions doing this" i confess to the crime of murdering art it was an act of passion but i ask for no leniency and sentence myself to a lifetime at a flea market where i will be rehabilitated and made fit for proper art in another life i staple my windows shut at the flea market old tarps make for elegant curtains and double as security from the felonious finches who wish to break inside and take selfies while posing on elk horns to post on finchbook quantum cowboy i am many things all at once you are currently watching flea market version 2.0 which is a distinct upgrade from when i was a door to door donut salesman in version 2.whocares in the last year i moved back inside my dream house where pictures flicker on my interior walls 24/7 while i lay on a couch drinking ginger ale and listening to the cool color of the moon who are these mysterious white dancing beings in my paintings? ) and turning everyone else into their John and yes they hope you come again Wild Wild Horse-- im not formally trained my use of color is simple my use of materials humble but i am a master of disaster a creator of chaos a disturber of the peace i flip tables to find out what was already on them because i believe in accidents the unplanned the spontaneous combustion of a firey imagination the discovery of the blues with paint afterall im not here to impress your head with my art im here to give you something you know 100% to be true in your heart Puma--SOULD oily 61 x 20 on a good bord Sometimes I feel like a carnie painting at the flea but I also feel like a strange animal when I'm away from the flea so i suppose its entirely possible im like the elephant that escapes the circus and rampages thru downtown while tipping over cars except its the other way around with me im the two headed darkbird with a beard whos fighting off a robin infestation while trying to escape town so i can get back to rampaging at the flea Red Dawg---SOULD about 36 x 62 inches on loose canvas im the worst carpenter youve ever seen the most disasterous of handy men the lamest of archeitects and im in charge of adding another 99 floors to the Dark Bird Palace straight up into the clouds and then i have to add a basement to hide important emergency supplies (paint, thinner, cans of beans and lots of giner ale) and then theres the pool the god forsaken pool everyone knows that adding a pool is nothing but trouble and you dont get your money back when you sell your house not to mention if i catch dark birds paddling around in my concrete pond like silly mallard ducks or worse yet if they pee in the freakn pool Desert Monsters--- about 34 x 63 oily on loose canvas art requires patience even for a painter who believes in trying to capture lightning in a bottle because sometimes you have to step away from the lightning strike for a day or a week to see clearly if that flash of brilliance burnt down the house or if it seared the mysterious shadow of art onto your lucky canvas ground March 7th 2016 foto by Kat Livengood i go a little bit bonkers maybe just plain nuts over the wintertime when i get nothing but cold turkey sandwich and a little shirley temple in a drinkie cup you see im an addict hooked on flea market smoke and mirrors razzamattazz three card monty & hong kong phooey but im always jonzing for aisle J trying to score making my play painting the day cuz ive tried the other juice hit the other joints its never the same & its not where i am when winter breaks i'll be dealing cards at the the Dark Bird Palace March 2016 Steady Bear Totem-- about 60 x 40 my big freakn winter sale is about to end (once i get back to the flea my pitiful desperation drops off) so join my newsletter or check my new art page to see if theres something that is not already SOULD (its slim pickns for slow pokes) CAWWWWWWWW Crow-- 37 x 63 oily on loose canvas thank gawd for nightmares three of the freakn worst I've had now do nothing but elicit warm fuzzy memories much like a strange beautiful flower that rises out of a giant stinking maggot infested cow turd so thank gawd she left me so i could meet the most beautiful woman in my life thank gawd the art galleries wouldnt touch me and i found the flea market thank gawd my house caught fire and i had to get the hell out of that place before something really really bad happened to me yes imagine if three of the worse things you could imagine happened to you within one year and as it turns out they were the best things that ever happened to you in your entire life Gato Shapeshifter-----SOULD about 33 x 21 oily on a wood bord we are the last humans not to have a computer in side us the last humans to drive our own car the last humans to read a map the last humans to hold a book in our hands the last humans to do manual work the last humans to die of natural causes the last humans to experience our world as a place of possibility and mystery i can honestly say im thrilled to be standing out doors in the elements on cold windy spring day at the flea market not knowing what the day holds but im not sure thats what the world wants anymore Sky Dawgs--- will begin this week with my upcoming newsletter where eye will show a boat load of new art and some older paintings that will be available for my sale this year if you havent joined my Dark Bird Gazette at the top of the page today might be the day to do it! am i destined to be a reborn neo lithic cave man who paints dark birds in dim caves with the help of a small torch? will i chase down jack rabbits for lunch in the near future? do i fear a more evolved cro magnon species arriving with ideas of progress from strange lands?
what are these colorful animals that are always wagging their tales? because this is what i suspect is really going on 5 "hey bro i didn't steal your vodka" the security guard in the parking lot then watched as the Dude pulled a huge family pack of pork chops from his sweat pants & threw it on the ground and all i could think of was whether or not the cop would put the chops in the discount rack a healer at the flea told me he could heal me in 5 minutes but i missed the appointment when i realized im nothing if not one of the walking wounded i am more and more certain that god always gives us more than we can handle an artist came by this week telling me about her museum exhibit inviting me to the show where other successful artist would be and i thought to myself if only she knew about my impending solo exhibition at the MOMA in fancy New york city continuing when sane people stop accelerating when others slow often defined as insanity and yet when you do crzy for years and years some people will call you unique & maybe brilliant once they untie you and pull the net off watching clouds predicting weather at the flea i forecasted a 50% chance of a dark bird downpour with a slight chance of dead cowboy sunshine and later this week a possible storm of multicrappia a helpless baby chick falls out of his nest at my shed he's shaking and bewildered with his little feathers sticking out of his tiny head and yet when i look deeply into his beady little eyes i can see that he's really more concerned whether im going to make it thru the day Big Horn Retablo-- 45 x 26 multicrappia deluxe sometimes i think im the only person in santa fe uninterested in evolving reaching transcendence or having a deeper awareness of myself which is pretty obvious to alot of folks as they watch me search for my glasses but if its true that we come from monkeys in the jungle who worked with simple tools living uncomplicated lives of eating mating and playing but evolved into precious baboons with guns & twitter accounts maybe you can understand why im so happy to be an unevolved unenlightened neanderthal doing crude paintings in a shack at a flea market and yet i do so love my sparkling spring water with a nice organic salad still i cant bear porta potties at the flea anymore than i can a piss cup & i would prefer to dig a hole and move when the stench becomes unbearable salvation came to me in the form of a beautiful cat saving me from full on grunting & inappropriate scratching as well as pointing at art collectors as though they were bringing truckloads of bananas leaving me utterly happy in a modern world full of luxuries such as ice cubes & frozen tamales but also haunted by the uncertainty and confusion of modern life yes that would be me Dark Birdus Maximo Confusioness clik hear 4 Other new art June 20th 2016 Summer 16 x 20 oily on a nice bord thanks to all the nice people that continue come out to sea me at the flea its a good reminder to stay close to the ones who "get you" that you dont have to explain anything to anybody cuz there aint no way you can teach someone how to speak art especially if your first tongue is corvid (CAW the Great CAW) New Art ------------ Devil in a im a lucky son of a gun i get to paint everyday but sometimes when im standing at the flea the dust gets dirtier the wind gets colder & traffic disappears and thats when i have to put the devil in a box because im a lucky son of a gun and i have it made and thats why i have to put the devil in a box so he can't get out and run wild thru my head because im a lucky son of a gun and i have it made so long as i keep the devil in a box multicrappia about 21 x 48 May 9th 2016 Dust becomes my second skin on a windy spring day with the ashes of dead plants the disintegrated hides of animals & the skin of past peoples blowing thru the sky skins upon skins i am a mortal covered up by the immortals Dark Bird Retablo---Closed---- about 42 x 64 on loose canvas Dead Artist are ruining the world ok what i mean by that is that art museums are clogged with the rotting bodies of dead artist who they are still pimping for more money like a whore whos body is old and stiff but with a little lipstick some fishnet stockings and a short red skirt they can still sucker the ordinary art viewer into thinking they just got laid when really they just got screwed and the museum got paid while reducing the viewers artistic vocabulary to the same three dead hookers (thats so Basquiate! Shape Shifter-- 24 x 30 oily framed Fleabilly eye am many things as an artist wild & free not beholden to galleries or "powers that be" eye am a Dark Bird, a Desert Dawg a Wild Horse and a Dead Cowboy depending on the light although i do enjoy the occasional good fight but im not here to suffer consider my art your guilty pleasure where a strange Dark Bird sells his art at a Flea Market just out side of town at the crossroads of coming and going where we will both beat the game after all your not here to suffer either..... 20 Point Doe--- 72 x 32 oily on a loose canvas you cant do that. yes i do very much so but until they arrive i hope to continue to paint at the Tesuque Pueblo Flea Market until my time comes which is of course inevitably the nature of things New Art from the Cottonwood Trees about 40 x 63 on loose canvas concrete kills art destroys soul annilates the primal sends a wild horse running a dark bird flying if you wanna end the story of the desert shaman put him in a nicely heated apartment with an i fone next to a starbucks the flea market is over for me this year but i still dream of miles of aisles stuffed with hidden treasures precious jewels people laughing music playing this is the flea market of my mind fresh cool air dust blowing dreams everywhere limitless new mexico views the smell of the desert wild chamisa pinon juniper all exotic perfume for a dark bird holy ground is not where only wondrous things happen holy ground is where the good and the bad meet like a cosmic head on collision creating one big soul from the shattered pieces of obliterated fate confession of a Dark Bird take me out of my rickety shack dressed up like a palace (lipstick on a Dark Bird) and i dont even know if i can paint dont even know if i exist to paint outdoors closer to the wild i absorb the blood sand and hair of the desert beast this is the only place i know to create what is in my primal core i paint what i feel which is the only reliable thing in the universe given the fact that 95% of the known universe is invisible yet most people prefer "realism" ironic isnt it?Rush Limbaugh on AM 101.5 radio park your rig drop a load get a free trucker shower eat a 64 ounce steak and win a free heart attack no pets allowed did you know president Obama is a Muslim? clik hear for several new paintings King Krow--- 36 x 24 three panels oily corvids all Cursed she had walked uninvited into a hogan near Hopi looking for directions hexed by an old witch lady knocking Betty backwards all the way to the truck back down the road she came in on right then and there Backwards Betty was born from that day forward everything she did was in reverse walking down the aisles backwards wearing her hat all turned around unbeading necklaces unstitching clothes putting up a closed sign when she was open skinning her tent turning it inside out flipped her card table upside down driving into the market in reverse arriving late leaving early eating breakfast for lunch lunch for breakfast if someone asked her what she sold she told them nothing she was a complete contrarian freak she was Backward Bettys Boutique a Contrarian Consortium of Flea Market Oddities and un Collectibles clik hear 4 moore holiday cheer!go to our website for the whole shocking truth did you know dodging roadkill with an 18 wheeler 12 inches from your bumper explains roadkill did you know you cant drive 75 when you have the red state blues? Dead Cowboy & the Naked Assasin in the Land of the Unseen--- oily on loose canvas about 85 x 30 woke up at 3 am christmas morning on the bathroom floor except i was hovering slightly above myself staring down at myself curled up around the porcelain god i thought this guy needed help which would be me of course he started moaning groaning saying something incoherant drunk maybe sick maybe knocked out cold slowly coming to staggering up rubbing his eyes but not seeing me we were overlapping at the edges it spooked me i hadnt prayed in 30 years but tonite i was born again "help me jesus help me jesus" thats what a christmas ghost will do to you i thought i was like a kid asking for forgiveness after its way too late and then i started doing a little tiny holy dance still praying louder and louder "help me jesus help me jesus" thats when i noticed a snake tail hanging off the sinks edge it was a cottonmouth snake in the vanity dont ask it makes no sense but after seeing my holy ghost it made sense to me for help from Jesus he required an act of faith the handling snakes so i kissed it on the nose its little tongue licking my eye then wrapped it around my arm and began dancing with it chanting to jesus and keeping an eye on my barfing holy ghost when i heard a pounding on the door the sort of desperate sound only satan could make when he knows hes losing your soul so i picked up the pace on my dancing started kissing the snake again and preying "thank you jesus" over and over again when WHACK WHACK WHACK satan knocked again it surely must be judgement day or judgement hour i glance into the bathroom mirror & see myself dancing kissing the cottonmouth chanting to jesus and now my holy ghost is sitting on the toilet wiping spit from his mouth so i figured this is it get whats coming to you i opened the door and there stood Santa Claus old Saint Nick Kris Kringle he handed me a bag of coal and said "Merry Christmas...(FYI...i can do an animal sacrifice like in the old testament if this would speed things up…) p.s…please get back to me ASAP we have tons of Shamans here in santa fe that can take care of this for .99 CLIK HEAR & JOIN MY MONTHLY ARRT NEWSLETTR Planes Trains & Automobiles--- 24 x 31 multicrappia art everywhere art should run the world art everywhere no more polyticks no more more wars no more rich no more poor art everywhere so that everything is art then nothing is art a new start art everywhere CLIK HEAR 4 SEVERAL MOORE PEACES OF FINE FINE ART SHURE TWO MAKE UR EATN ROOM FANCY a chronic rule breaker a formal ball buster and a painting procedural discombobulator that is a full on bonified dark bird i trust you will understand why you've never seen my art in a gallery or museum and why i am at a flea market where i assure you no one is talking high concept and deep metaphor about art the next 15 minutes explaining that the naked assassin lives under the volcano and that the dead cowboy drives a red truck and that tricksters are everywhere at which point the lady bought the painting…If you know of any good Websites or Databases that are not shown below, then please email us & we will try to include them.Dont screw up again" Done with the Flea Market 20 Bone Man brought me a red bull sayd this har weather aint no account we orta git away from this har pop stand its ovr for the year i hear they got a real hum dinger of a flea in Mesa with concrete floors a metal roof snow cones corn dogs and plenty of snow birds with fancy RVs & them cheeseheads spend folding money like its going outa style yessir lets pull up stake & haul tail to arizony new art the Unseen World--- about 38 x 62 oily on loose canvas two bobcats wandered into our hotel room interupting my amourous advances i was so stunned it never occurred to me to tell them to get their own room traveling to a wild horse hideout we had elected to stay at the camelot inn in Fargo notorious for illicit rendevous excellent turkish coffee and rowdy bobcat dancing in the lobby of the hotel i had coffee with an egyptian pharaoh who wore dark shades with a big smile he told me the secrets of cooking sheep Kabobs and the ancient technique of bobcat seduction upon hearing my story of Bobcatus Interuptus Whoopee the Pharoah proclaimed "FANTASTIC! i cut my own road and left them standing in the middle of no where watching me as i left them in the dust SS SOS--- about 20 x 30 holy multicrappia!Tags: Adult Dating, affair dating, sex dating