The Institute

No. 3 in the ‘Imagine’ series

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“Why not?”

That is the response I gave when first I did think to even imagine that God was talking to me. I mean, perhaps if I had spent an appropriate amount of time considering what it might mean to imagine such a thing I may have quickly removed the very idea from my mind and began instead imagining something else entirely. But, I didn’t. And, the reason I did not is simple. I really did imagine that God spoke to me.

Anyway, below is an image of (among other things) a yellow piece of paper (strategically placed so that I have no choice but to see it every single day) upon which is written the words

IMAGINE

(It’s God talking to you)

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It is said God doesn’t speak to everyone.

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The Maid of OrlĂ©ans

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How else would God speak to me, if not through my imagination?

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The Least Practiced of the Grappling Arts

 

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GRAPPLING WITH THE UNREAL

 

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Jack Horrorchild

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All across this world of ours countless practice Brazilian jiu-jitsu, judo, sambo, wrestling, and even shootfighting, but, almost none, that is, only one (that I’m aware of) dare practice GRAPPLING WITH THE UNREAL. When asked why I do it, I answer, “It’s just what I do, ya know?” And, usually, if I accompany my answer with an intense stare, that is enough to get whoever is pestering me with moronic questions to buzz off so that I can return to doing what no one else will.

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Most (pretty much everyone you have known, or will know) cannot even begin to comprehend what it means to GRAPPLE WITH THE UNREAL. If you’d like to have at least an inkling of what it’s all about then I’d suggest you pay attention to what I’m laying on you, ya dig?

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Jeanne d’Arc

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Of the love or hatred God has for the English, I know nothing, but I do know that they will all be thrown out of France, except those who die there.

 

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Do you even dare?

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Below you will find no.2 of two images in the ongoing ‘Imagine’ series within which the artist reminds himself to imagine various things by writing what is to be imagined on a piece of yellow paper and placing it in a manner that will allow him to see it every single day.

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In this particular image you see a sign asking the artist to imagine if things were different. If you would like, please, attempt for yourself to imagine things being different than they are right now.

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IMAGINE WHAT THINGS WOULD BE LIKE IF THEY WERE DIFFERENT

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I imagine things would be better.

What about you?

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What will they think of next?

 

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“Eli Eli lama sabachthani?”

 

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Just in case you missed it, there’s a new movie coming out about how cool the Washington Post was/is.

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PS

I once had a terrible case of Streep Hanks.

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The Pile

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People said, they said, “Um, excuse me, but, ‘The Pile’ exists only in your imagination.”

People are so often wrong.

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As you may have noticed there is a link accessible to you by clicking on the words, “The Pile” above.

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Of course there are some, as there always seem to be, who question whether or not the ‘formation’ pictured above is actually a ‘pile’, and not a ‘mound’. To which I reply as follows:

“One of the definitions of ‘mound’ is, “heap up into a rounded pile”, motherfucker”

Interestingly, to those who truly have interest, “heap up into a rounded pile” is, in the darkest parts of Europe, used as an exclamation expressing anger or contempt for, or rejection of, someone. As in “Go heap up into a rounded pile!”

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I don’t want to be a better person

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