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YOU GOT OLD DRAWINGS SITTING AROUND THE HOUSE? HERE’S A FUN IDEA!

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If you are like me (which you probably aren’t, but, for the sake of this post, please, play along as if you are, or could be) then you have boxes full of your “old scribblings” cluttering up the place without any idea of what to do with them. Well, now you can put all those doodles, you spent your precious time on, to productive use by displaying them on your refrigerator which will have the possible result of eliciting excited shrieks from your family and or house mates.

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One of my drawings displayed on the refrigerator which resulted in a comment of “You put up a new drawing, I see”.

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Please, I beg of you, don’t make me speak this drawing’s name aloud

 

 

In the modern world the number of theories is increasing that are not worth the trouble to refute except with a shrug of the shoulders.

-Don Colacho

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If I had a new book (available on Amazon) the illustration below would be perfect for the chapter titled, “How my new found belief in Science helped me to understand ‘that sound'”

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Having been raised in a family of staunch Daydream Believers my conversion to Science belief has resulted in my having nowhere to go for the holidays.

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With the pride of the artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance*

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“NO”!

 

I cried

and, when I cried

I cried

DEFIANTLY

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It’s how I called out upon seeing the sign at my feet, “loudly”, and, “in a manner that shows open resistance or bold disobedience”. I just refuse to bend to authority’s will even if my shoes do get a little muddy, and other patrons nearby become startled. It’s how I’m ‘wired’, I guess. Some aren’t. Maybe you’re more like me, questioning authority at every turn. I don’t know if you are, are you?

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*Norman Mailer

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WELL, AT LEAST IT’S NOT A CULTURALLY APPROPRIATIVE SUSTENANCE SYSTEM

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If you look closely at the image in this post you should be able to guess that it was made inside a restaurant in ‘Lordsburg’. Then, if you are, even in the least, familiar with world political geography , as everyone should be, you would then remember the town of ‘Lordsburg’ is located in New Mexico (also known as ‘The Land of Enchantment’) which is itself located within the United States of America (also widely regarded as both The Land of the Free, and The Home of the Brave) , and then, once putting that all together in your mind (if, of course, you were capable of doing so), you would, if you had ever visited the city of ‘Lordsburg’ yourself, or even given it a rudimentary once over Google search, mutter something such as “That place is a shit hole”, and, of course, you’d be right.

I mean, come on, did you notice the signs? Jesus, wake the fuck up! There’s a misspelling! “Unacceptable” was what I ‘exclaimed’ immediately upon taking notice of it. My traveling companion, as is her cross to bear, did what she could to soothe my anger, and, in that I did not tear the signs from the wall, and physically attack the waitstaff, she was successful. However, through the process of ordering lunch (from a waitress with platinum blonde hair (Yes, that’s right, PLATINUM BLONDE!)) and during the eternity it took for the beans and rice I wished to consume to be placed before me I seethed with furious anger*. It was, in the end, only the realization that this establishment was not, as I indicate in the title of this post, a culturally appropriative sustenance system that kept me from, with great vengeance, striking down upon them all.

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*see Ezekiel 25:17 or that scene in Pulp Fiction where a bunch of folks get shot up good.

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BONUS POST

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The image below is of the side of the restaurant I describe above, and was what initially caused me to have some suspicion about the establishment’s position within the wider array of sustenance systems. The reason being, as, I hope, some of you have already made note of, is the fact that the name ‘El Charro’ is generally translated from the Spanish as ‘The Cowboy’ yet the person illustrated above those words is in what universally would be regarded as the position one would take when catching a quick nap. A cowboy taking a nap, since when? Maybe sleeping off a drunk, but, not a nap, no, naps are for sissies. If this were a true depiction of ‘El Charro’ he would be sprawled out and in his own vomit if not at least a puddle of spilled beer or fetid urine. Misspellings and misrepresentations, AND the beans and rice weren’t that good. Overall this place gets (and I’m being generous) a C-.

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