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I wake up on the wrong side of the equinox,
geese in isosceles stitches
trace a path down the world's face, stop
to ravish the harvest's sun-dried trash

piled in furrows and hedgerows.
A clatter of crows pleats the air
with black derision, brushes a red-wing
off the taut wire of her discretion.

Summer's long truce broken, the mice
have returned to the cat food, gnawed
dank passage to that heavy yellow sack,
peppered our floor with their delicate scat.

This bounty of need, feeling
the leaves crack as the cat stalks
his own red meal, whiskers his way
through the crisp buffalo grass.

Something has burrowed into the half-assed
pumpkin patch - skunk, badger,
another hair-shirt mendicant
telling her beads along the food chain,

clicking the beetles' lacquer-thin shells,
snapping brittle seed-hulls
in her frosty cell, far from the sun's ache,
taking no thought for the morrow.

Thin fires kiss the evenings now
beneath the railway trestle; and the men
with cardboard signs, trolling the highways
in denim and flannel, all drift south.

John Jenkinson

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/27740062/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/27740062/ Tue, 13 Oct 2009 07:39:16 PDT
Milhouse walks in wearing only a red cap and a backpack sporting a huge boner. He had nipples too and muscle definition. He opens his locker and Bart enters the scene.

Other kids are walking down the halls, all the boys have huge boners, some are jerking off.

Bart is naked too, but his body is still smooth, no definition, smooth as a Ken doll. Pointing at Milhouse's erection he asks "What the hell is that?"

"I'll show you!" Milhouse says and reaches down between Bart's legs and kneads his crotch. Bart bends over and moans. When he stands up he has nipples, muscles and testicles. He goes over to his locker and opens it. Now we see him from the locker, he grabs his brand new penis and begins to rub it, it grows into a big beautiful bright yellow boner with a fleshy mushroom head. He moans and groans enjoying his new toy.

Enter Principal Skinner, fully clothed in his traditional dark blue suit. Only difference, he looked like the black guy at Moe's Tavern. He looks disgruntled, looking around at all the nude children, hands on his hips, and shaking his head. He stands behind Milhouse and reaches around and jerks on the boy's dick. He mutters something. Then he walks over to Bart, and reaches down to jerk off Bart, fondling Bart's body with his other hand.

Skinner just says "Hmm, I've got to do something about this. Can't have this in my school. Too many changes!" And stalks off down the hall.

Then I woke up.

I didn't wake up hard or aroused, I had this feeling of bewilderment, like "what the fuck?"

Seriously, that was a whole pile of weirdness. That being said, anyone feel like doing some Bart Simpson porn for me?

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/27717275/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/27717275/ Sun, 11 Oct 2009 23:11:14 PDT
Hugh Jackman Naked!!!

Not a fake, from an unknown movie I desperately want to see!

[link]

I'd pay big bucks to stumble upon this scene

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/27698593/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/27698593/ Sun, 11 Oct 2009 02:25:10 PDT Thursday, 25 October 2007 15:49

A surge in naked sleepwalking among guests has led one of Britain's largest budget hotel groups to retrain staff to handle late-night nudity.

Travelodge, which runs more than 300 business hotels in Britain, says sleepwalking rose seven-fold in the past year, and 95% of the somnambulants are scantily clad men.

One tip in the company's newly released 'sleepwalkers guide' tells staff to keep towels handy at the front desk in case a customer's dignity needs preserving.
Advertisement

The company said naked wanderers often ask receptionists such questions as 'Where's the bathroom?' 'Do you have a newspaper?' or 'Can I check out, I'm late for work?'

Studies have found that sleepwalking can be brought on by stress, alcohol, eating cheese or consuming too much caffeine.

It generally takes effect an hour or two after going to bed, when people are first slipping into a deep sleep.

Asked why she thought 95% of its sleepwalkers were naked men, a Travelodge spokeswoman said: 'We have more men staying with us than women, so that could be a factor.'


Story from RTÉ News:
[link]

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/27574286/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/27574286/ Sun, 04 Oct 2009 09:09:07 PDT
But this one is by far the best and most amazing. Not because it's yet another celebrity facing a very human disease as a hero, but because he's facing it in a very human way. He does look very Merlinesqe, so I hope all the gods favor him with a sound mind and long life.

I love his books because they make me feel good. They're not just funny, they have something more to them, a substance of goodness. It's like visiting a town you grew up in, just to make sure it's all there and the same. And it always is, there is something very stable in the Discworld, even amongst the chaos, it all seems to fit back together in the end.

Harry Potter books don't give me a sense of peace, they agitate me, aggravate and leave me with a need to find matches and a Nazi book burning bonfire! Even the Twilight books don't satisfy me.

In Discworld, you can read the stories in order, or you can jump around, they're all complete universes in every book. There are recurring characters, like the simple Librarian, once a wizard, now an orangutan, who can say "ook" in a thousand different ways; these characters either appear or are mentioned in most of the books, this gives you a sense of stability that everything's okay. Great Atuin is still swimming through the sky and everything is fine.

The Interview: [link]

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/27540703/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/27540703/ Fri, 02 Oct 2009 14:26:51 PDT Some of those pictures were from models, some were stock, I don't keep precise records when making photo collages, I'm not a professional art studio, I'm not selling these things, I rarely submit anything for a print. I'm not the bad guy here, there are worse violations on DA, far worse and I do my duty and report them.

Once a year I get reported and then half my gallery is deleted. So I'm preparing myself for it. My 500 deviation curse. Every time I get close to 500, I get reported, and everything is scrutinized and most is removed.

I think maybe I'll stick to drawing and writing, anything with a photo gets targeted too easily.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/26711404/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/26711404/ Thu, 20 Aug 2009 11:03:24 PDT has graciously offered to feature artists in her journal, and although it is not required, I thought I would return the favor. I am not a paid member, so please click on the links and have faith that I chose some wicked awesome art! Also, there is much in her gallery that is awesome, but there's some stuff happening here at home which is cutting in to my internet time, so I can't feature anymore today, so this will have to do:

Orpheus and Eurydice [link]

OMIGOD OMIGOD [link]

Ebon Spire Spectator Entry Pg7 [link]

Notable Mention:
oh they are so pretty [link]

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/26683077/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/26683077/ Tue, 18 Aug 2009 23:56:49 PDT
I'm a nerd romantic, I believe in my heart of hearts, that one day I'll be sitting in a coffee shop, reading a good book, when some guy will come over and tell me that he loves the book I'm reading, then we'll talk about it, then we'll talk about other things and fall madly in love and move in together and raise goats out in the mountains of Colorado.

"Ask me about pins" is from a book, it's a very funny book, not like the best book in the whole wide world, but it's a very me book, the book gets me, it makes me giggle for all the right reasons, it makes me happy. The book is part of a universe of books, written by a brilliant idiot, he knows he is a twit and yet he doesn't care a dingo's kidney. He is just brilliantly mad and he likes it.

Here's some stuff I said about the book a little while ago:

It's just a non-sequitor really, I don't expect people to actually ask me about pins... I wear it more as a badge of honor, only die-hard fans of Discworld will understand where the line comes from. But if you like silly British fantasy books, then I highly suggest reading "Going Postal" by Terry Pratchett (it is being made into a movie that will be released next year). [link]

In it is Stanley, an odd chap who works at the post office. He collects pins. He wears a light blue shirt that says "ask me about pins"

"One of the two remaining employees of the Ankh-Morpork Post Office prior to Moist von Lipwig being made Postmaster. Raised by peas (no further explanation is given), Stanley has a tendency towards obsessive behaviour, coupled with violent incidents when under stress. He used to be one of the more obsessive of Ankh-Morpork's large number of pin collectors (called 'inheads', to the point that all the other collectors thought he was "a bit weird about pins". Fortunately his liking for pins can be used to calm him down from his, as called in the books, 'Little Moments'.
However, following the events of Going Postal, in which the destruction of his collection coincided with the invention of the postage stamp, he redirected his obsession to stamp collecting and philately."
- from Wikipedia [link]

So, really, I want you to already know where the pins line comes from and have some desire to share in the madness of Discworld and possibly have a desire to raise goats in Colorado.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/26415749/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/26415749/ Thu, 06 Aug 2009 03:28:44 PDT
Quite possibly this is one of the most disturbing children's candy commercials I have ever seen.

Only on Youtube...

[link]

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25989370/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25989370/ Thu, 16 Jul 2009 16:08:56 PDT
Now if you don't mind, I'm going to hide in my room and look at porn for the next few days.

I want to live in Colorado someday.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25833679/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25833679/ Thu, 09 Jul 2009 08:08:27 PDT
Friday
Depart to Illinois, board Amtrak

Saturday
arrive in Denver, CO
Visit U.S. Olympic Training Complex
Tour USAF Academy
(boys in uniform!!!)
Iron Springs Dinner Theatre

Sunday
Garden of the Gods
Lunch with Native American Dancers
(this sounds so contrived and fake)
ride the cog railway to Pike's Peak
Dinner and Western Show at the Flying W Chuckwagon Ranch

Monday
Royal Gorge Railroad Excursion
(sounds like a horror movie or an emo punk band)
Tour Manitou Cliff Dwellings

Tuesday
Depart for Cheyenne, WY
Tour Cheyenne Frontier Days
Bit-Wyo Ranch Horse Barn (Cow Farmer Pig Hay Mouse) Dinner Show

Wednesday
Depart for Council Bluffs, IA
Enjoy scenic drive through the plains

Thursday
Return to Wisconsin

I'll upload odd pictures along the way, if I can.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25727562/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25727562/ Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:27:43 PDT
I promised this to a friend weeks ago and then forgot about it, which wasn't very friendish. I was supposed to feature his work in a journal entry, I don't remember why though. He told me to do it and I said I would.

Anywho, I had this idea, that I would go way way way back to the start of his gallery and find at least 3 deviations that I really liked and feature them here.

Then I would go into his favs and pick an artist I haven't seen before and feature at least three things from the beginning of their gallery. Then pick one last artist from that artist's favs and feature that artist too. But stopping at three artists.

Then letting each artist know what I have done and encourage them to do the same.

1 -

[link]
[link]
[link]
[link]
[link]
[link]

I really should be in bed...

2 -

this person is fucked up in all the right ways, it's not easy to look through their gallery and just choose a few good pieces, they're all phenomenal

[link] [link] [link]

ok, after that bit of beautiful weirdness, here's something completely different

3 -

this artist's work loads full size, which makes it damn near impossible to view, I hate adjusting the resolution on my monitor as it gives me headaches the bigger I go. He's a great artist, but I'm having so much difficulty viewing his work that I'm only going to be able to submit this one fav, which is unfortunate as there is a lot more I'd like to feature.

[link]

***

If you decide to do this, great! There are no rules, you don't have to feature my work if you don't want to. It's about discovering new artists and seeing where they began.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25704136/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25704136/ Thu, 02 Jul 2009 20:55:59 PDT
By Pablo Neruda
(1904 - 1973)

Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays
and the week with the whole year.
Time cannot be cut
with your weary scissors,
and all the names of the day
are washed out by the waters of night.

No one can claim the name of Pedro,
nobody is Rosa or Maria,
all of us are dust or sand,
all of us are rain under rain.
They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,
of Chiles and of Paraguays;
I have no idea what they are saying.
I know only the skin of the earth
and I know it is without a name.

When I lived amongst the roots
they pleased me more than flowers did,
and when I spoke to a stone
it rang like a bell.

It is so long, the spring
which goes on all winter.
Time lost its shoes.
A year is four centuries.

When I sleep every night,
what am I called or not called?
And when I wake, who am I
if I was not while I slept?

This means to say that scarcely
have we landed into life
than we come as if new-born;
let us not fill our mouths
with so many faltering names,
with so many sad formalities,
with so many pompous letters,
with so much of yours and mine,
with so much of signing of papers.

I have a mind to confuse things,
unite them, bring them to birth,
mix them up, undress them,
until the light of the world
has the oneness of the ocean,
a generous, vast wholeness,
a crepitant fragrance.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25134691/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25134691/ Thu, 04 Jun 2009 22:47:23 PDT
]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25117592/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/25117592/ Thu, 04 Jun 2009 00:35:33 PDT
I'm still angry! I still love him! And I just want to rape the next guy I see and then beat the crap outta him! I can't talk about it yet, I know I need to, I'm just not at a point where it will make sense yet.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24866566/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24866566/ Thu, 21 May 2009 14:50:56 PDT in his journal [link]

If you create a list of at least 100 original movie titles (you may crosscheck them on Google, IMDB or using other resources), he will do something sexy for you. I really don't care about that, I just really liked the idea of the challenge.

Here is my list of the first 100, I may do more. Most are pure bullshit, but some are book titles, while others are obscure references. Enjoy figuring them out!

Update: I've added a few to the list, mostly in response to Leo's list.

***THE LIST***

1. A Date With Futility
2. A Nerd In Shining Armor
3. American Gods
4. An Ode To Boys
5. And The Door Closed Forever
6. Aren’t You a Sight For Sore Thighs
7. At The Wailing Wall
8. Babies Taste Good
9. Barcode Strangers
10. Being George W. Bush
11. Big Boy Pants
12. Blue Moose Socks
13. Boardroom Hunks
14. Boners Be Free
15. Boom Boom Daddy
16. Brain Syrup
17. Breathing Down Your Neck
18. By Boyfriend’s Back and He Needs Batteries
19. By The Fingering of my Prick, Something Sticky Cums From My Stick
20. Captain Fuzzbucket Strikes Again
21. Cheese of the Baskervilles
22. Chickens in the Mist
23. Chickens on a Plane
24. Children of the Porn
25. Coup de Gras in Ohio
26. Cum Together
27. Curiosity Killed Katrina
28. Daddy Go Bye Bye
29. Deep Fried Smurf
30. Destruction of the USS Tiberius
31. Do Smurf’s Cry?
32. Dreaming of Gelatin Sheep
33. Dude, Where’s My Career?
34. Ella Vader: The Last Sith Lord
35. Fecal Matter
36. Fig Otter Is Moshing
37. File This Under Cheese
38. Fishing With Stupid
39. Flags of my Chickens
40. Flinging Boogers
41. Give Peas a Chance
42. Grate Expectations
43. Gretel Hates You More
44. Grip It and Sip It
45. Group W
46. Hair Bats
47. Heaven Up My Nose
48. Hork-Cooties and the Piggy-Sauce
49. How To Fillet Your Cat
50. Hunks For Hire
51. I Want You Back
52. In My Pants
53. Incontinent Cathy
54. It’s Raining Ken
55. Kumquat Showdown
56. Lavender Tide
57. Lego My Degas
58. Leo the Fox
59. Lex Footroom
60. Lost In Wal-Mart
61. Megiddo Libido and the Case of the Flying Welshman
62. Middle Eastern America
63. Mondays With Ernest
64. Murder at the Apollo
65. Murder Inside The Lines
66. Murder on the Amtrak
67. My Squirrel
68. Nuke The Wales
69. Octarine Sunsets
70. Ogden’s Last Pickle
71. One Hand In My Pocket
72. Only Bush Could Barf In China
73. Only Nixon Could Go To Graceland
74. Operation Wet Dream
75. Orange Barrels of Doom
76. Orange Tazer
77. Paradise By The Dashboard Light
78. Peanut Butter and Horrified
79. Penises Are Beautiful
80. Planet Joon
81. Pluterday
82. Pool Hockey Grandma
83. Porn Flakes
84. Porn on the Cob
85. Prom Night Dumpster Rabies
86. Rebirth of the Squiggly Line
87. Rich As Molasses
88. Rimbaugh Five
89. Roosterama
90. Shoes of Honor
91. Silly Rabbi, Treason Is For Kicks
92. Slamming Studs
93. Snakes in my Hair
94. Star Trekkin'
95. Studs Out To Pasture
96. Sugar Lips
97. Swamp Gas Aliens
98. The Brave Story of Shirley Mincemeat
99. The Burning Bush
100. The Creature From The Black Hole
101. The Death of Captain Jack Dancy
102. The Flowers of Destiny
103. The French Mustache
104. The Gay-Men Islands
105. The Land of the Lost Sock Puppets
106. The Last Bandito
107. The Last Barfly
108. The Last of the Doritos
109. The Okey-Dokey Corral
110. The Piano Man
111. The Poetry of Swamp Gas
112. The Revenge of Urkle
113. The Saga of Two Onions
114. The Search For Captain Kirk's Hairpiece
115. The Smurfette Tapes
116. The Ticking Bomb in my Underwear
117. The Tupperware Suicides
118. There’s Murder In My Soup
119. Tragedy in the Well
120. Trusting Tina
121. Uncertainty in Lime
122. Why Is The Rum Gone?
123. You Have The Right To Remain Funky
124. I Hate Numbered Lists
125. Drop Dead Dangerous
126.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24508708/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24508708/ Thu, 30 Apr 2009 05:10:07 PDT
I've been swimming with this idea, about trees that can assimilate matter of various types into their systems, so that they become half tree and half whatever's around them. Like say you plant a tree in an iron deposit, you would get organic metal. The limbs could be used for building, tools, weapons. The leaves would be razor sharp blades.

Apparently a company in Germany invented an organic metal, sometime in the early 1980's called Polyaniline, PAni for short. It protects some metals from oxidation or rust and lasts 10,000 times longer than conventional coatings. Also it is light weight and easier to dispose of.

I was reading these chemistry articles and only getting half of what they were saying...but it got me thinking. Couldn't someone invent a living plastic or other material to use as a pesticide. It would coat the entire plant, releasing the CO2 gases and taking in oxygen and the sun's rays, but blocking out harmful radiation, chemicals, bugs, germs and other harmful agents. It would grow with the plant. But it could not leave any harmful residue when removed from the part that is to be eaten.

Nanotech could solve this problem too. But I think nanotech needs to be heavily regulated, or it could be used to wreak havoc on the world. I'm a paranoid reactionary sometimes...

Ugh. Goodnight.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24504525/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24504525/ Wed, 29 Apr 2009 20:10:55 PDT
They are not easy to pin down, they don't like to be pursued, it freaks them out. You have to sneak up on them, get them to like you, so it doesn't really matter anymore that you like them too. I've dated 2 Virgos, not including my current boyfriend, which I am calling Simon. There there were the 3 other Virgos I wanted to date, but could never catch them long enough. Then there's Crys, my spiritual guru, I had a crush on her, but it was mostly Freudian, which she acknowledges, I have no doubt. So she doesn't count here.

Benjamin, he was a short-term guru, he introduced me to the O.T.O., 93/93, the Golden Dawn and all of that wonderful occult mysticism. I still see him downtown, nuttier than a fruitcake, but still damn sexy. He even got me a job washing dishes at the student union. Virgos can do shit jobs and love it.

Adam, barely-legal Tarot reader I met at Club 5, he had a very large snake in his bedroom and he never made his bed. Virgos have a weird thing about privacy, even though it's obvious they have someone over, they don't want anyone to know. I saw his dick, groped him a few times, that was the extent of our relationship. Then he fell in love with my friend Susie and after that he wasn't gay anymore.

Umm, guy I can't remember his name, had really intense eyes and a hot ass. He was crazy too, and so fuckable. I kept seeing him everywhere, but we never actually went out. Just he was at the same place I was, so we talked and that was it. I saw him at the live Hedwig and the Angry Inch concert. That was a great night!

Clayton, the reason I moved to Lake Mills. Our relationship ended when I moved back to Madison, because we never communicated much after that. The dating was passionate, fantastic, wonderful...but as soon as the woo was over, he became very distant and suddenly busy. I saw him nearly every weeknight after work at the Oasis Cafe, but all our friends were there too. The only action I got was from Archie and the pack of boys who clung to me.

Rick, my very recent loverboy, but not boyfriend. I asked the universe for him and they delivered. I got exactly what I asked for, which I figured out later didn't include boyfriend stuff. I still have some unresolved stuff there. Umm...

Simon, the new boyfriend, I do love him, I cried, I never cry, never ever ever cry. I'm not a cold person or afraid to show emotion; maybe I'm in shock. I've seen a lot of fucked up things, extreme tragedy or happiness just makes me feel numb. But I cried. So I love him. It's so crazy and fast and it'll explode somehow, but right now I'm very happy.

Simon is still a Virgo. He's going to disappear for long periods, suddenly be very distant and cold, and I'm going to have to be patient and wait out the storm and not take it personally and try not to go crazy and and and just love him.

Love is not about possession, it is about freedom. You are opening your heart to someone and sharing your self completely. It is the dumbed down version of the mating dance. I am puffing myself up, showing all my colors, showing that my big fat ass is bigger and fatter than the next guy, and I'm giving you my heart, here, take it, it's yours.

It is a gift, not a contract. You can reject it, steal it, mash it, crush it, eat it and spit it out! But it is yours!

Can you handle that?

*****

This is our son, it was playing the night we first made love.

Let Me Go The Right Way - The Supremes
(berry gordy, jr.)

Im yours
Don't you know that I done fell for you
I wanna know, baby
Tell me whatcha gonna do
You took my love
All my love

Don't lead me astray
Let me go the right way

My heart, baby
Is all weak for you
So please
Be careful and treat me true
cause you're my life
I wanna be a wife

Don't lead me astray
Let me go the right way

Let me go the right way
Where you lead me
Where you lead me
Ill follow you
What you tell me
What you tell me
Thats what Ill do

cause baby Im yours
Don't you know that I done fell for you
I wanna know, baby
Whatcha gonna do
You took my love
All my love

Don't lead me astray
Let me go the right way
Don't you lead me astray

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24473231/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24473231/ Mon, 27 Apr 2009 23:57:44 PDT

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24450498/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24450498/ Sun, 26 Apr 2009 17:33:46 PDT
This boy, his sexy boyfriend and their goon came upon my home and told me to leave this boy alone. They called me a stalker, compared me to a slut in Reedsburg that I had never met or ever heard of and they brought the goon because they thought I would get uppity. I think this boy got some ideas in his head too. I sat in the corner, agreed with everything they said and never saw, talked to or tried to find this boy again. I saw the blond sexy boy a few times, because he works at the hospital my friend stays at frequently, but I always kept my distance.

I moved on and moved away, had other loves, met other boys with beautiful smiles and lived on. This is about 3 or 4 years time passing…

This man finds me on Facebook, he messages me, adds me to his friends. He is friendly, open; I don’t know what to think. I remember the night, I remember him sitting on the floor, with that hat and those eyes that seemed so nice before, not so nice now….and there was no smile. But he smiles in his messages. He is happy to have found me and wants to meet with me.

Is this man playing games? I’m scared again, scared to say anything. I see that he is a friend with his ex blond sexy boy, I’m even more afraid. But we talk, and talk, and talk. And this man has been through a test of fire and blond sexy boy was burned up in the wreckage, other parts seem to have been lost too. But the smile is still there, oh I have thought of that smile over the years, it cannot be forgotten.

After work this man drives here, immediately he is open to me and I let go of my fears and open up to him, but ever so slowly. We talk and hold each other, we mash our bodies together, we smoosh, and cuddle and melt onto my sheets. This goes on for a long time, I love how he looks at me, I love his skin, the way I can squeeze noise out of him, the way he calls my name when I touch him there, the little pleasurable noises he makes. This man is in my bed and I can’t get enough of him. We remove our societal trappings and rub our natural selves together, sparks fly, threatening to burn down the building. We are horny banana slugs oozing over each other’s bodies searching for salvation, a momentary glimpse of paradise. In the conflagration of limbs and sighs I leave my body, riding the waves of pleasure. He heals my scars, he licks my wounds, and I am renewed in this man’s grasp!

I have flashes of others who have made me feel this good, they are with us, an orgy of remembered carnage, and we are huffing and puffing up the hill, just a few more moans, a couple more bites and scratches… and there it is, the promised land!

We hold each other for an eternity, squeezing, kissing, touching everything everywhere. It is bliss; it is an amazing turnaround from what was before. This man is a gift, which I must cherish and hold onto.

But there are others in my life that I care about too, I told him today that I need keep my heart open, to understand these connections, to the long-distance artist and to the distant but close musician.

The other men are part of me too, I cannot just dump them, I must find a way to honor them and to make room for this man too in my heart. But this man fulfills much of what I need to be present in my life right now.

Being present, being a present, being presentable is important to me, as I look at how I interact with the world. I am not where I want to be and I don't feel I can commit to him, until I commit to myself.

"How am I not myself?" - from "I Heart Huckabees"

My words are powerful, but they are just words, read them with care, and don’t get ideas based on them, ask the source first

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24386867/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24386867/ Wed, 22 Apr 2009 23:27:04 PDT
"John Cage's Anarchic Harmony - A Poethical Wager"
Speaker: Joan Retallack - Wednesday, April 22, 2009

It was about the works of John Cage, I arrived late, so I only heard about his more recent work, the ASLSP. It is a piece of music that is being played "as slowly as possible" on an organ in Germany. It will take 640 years to complete the piece! Right now, at this very moment, notes are being played, some last for months; the keys are being held down by weights. What is even more incredible is that the organ is still being constructed as the piece progresses, more alterations will be needed.

640 years before 2001, it was 1361 AD. King Wenceslaus was born, lots of people came into rule but were over thrown multiple times. Here's a short chronicle of events of import from 1361 [link]
It doesn't give one a lot of perspective, but think of how far humanity has come in that time...

I found a satisfactory article on it at Wikipedia, but I would prefer something more detailed. Please follow the link below to read the full article. One note, I heard that the ASLSP was originally written for piano, but Wikipedia notes it was written for organ.

Organ²/ASLSP (As SLow aS Possible) is a musical piece composed by John Cage and is the subject of the slowest and longest-lasting musical performance yet undertaken. It was originally written in 1987 for organ and is adapted from the earlier work ASLSP 1985; a typical performance of the piano piece lasts for about 20 to 70 minutes. In 1985, Cage opted to omit the detail of "exactly how slow the piece should be played".

The current organ performance of the piece at St. Burchardi church in Halberstadt, Germany, began in 2001 and is scheduled to have a duration of 639 years, ending in 2640.

Source Wikipedia: [link]

The part I like most about this, is that John Cage and his supporters believe we will still be around in 600 years and that there will still be people who will care about his music.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24231442/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24231442/ Tue, 14 Apr 2009 01:37:23 PDT by Rich Albertoni

On the last Friday and Saturday nights of most months, you can hear Steve Meisner play traditional accordion polka music at the Essen Haus on East Wilson Street. But if you happened to stumble into the Frequency on a recent Friday night, you would have seen the accordion played in a very different way.
There, Celeste Heule played alongside a bass, lead guitar and drums in the Madison indie rock band Sleeping in the Aviary.
Accordions may be old-school Wisconsin. The polka, after all, is the official state dance, and the accordion's presence here dates back to the folk traditions of the state's 19th-century European immigrants.
But the accordion is also newly relevant. The instrument has been embraced by leading national indie rock and indie folk bands, including Arcade Fire, the Decemberists, DeVotchKa and Beirut. Here in Madison, local pop acts have likewise begun to incorporate the accordion with youthful glee. The new generation of local players
includes Celeste Heule, 25; Randall Luecke, 26, of Crane Your Swan Neck; Mike Cammilleri, 29, of the Kissers (the Irish rock band that formally broke up last year but performed here as recently as last month); Rick Burkhardt, 39, of the Prince Myshkins and Matt Williams, 24, of STEEZ.
Whitewater's Meisner, meanwhile, is the son of the late Milwaukee accordion legend Verne Meisner, who was inducted into the International Polka Association's Hall of Fame in 1989. Between father and son, the Meisners haVe been playing accordion In Wisconsin for 60 years. The area's other accordion icon is Lou Berryman, 62. She and her sidekick, Peter Berryman, have been playing their droll folk music around the country since 1977.
Recently I asked all seven of these local squeezebox players some instrumental questions: What inspired you to start playing? What's unique about standing onstage, pulling and pushing bellows? Do you perceive the accordion as being suddenly popular among young musicians?

Here's what they had to say.

Rick Burkhardt
The Prince Myshkins (satirical political cabaret folk) Website: [link]
I've always thought that if I'm going to write topical songs about war and greed and the insane economic system we live in, I'd better write music that sounds fundamentally askew somehow, to express how twisted the topics
themselves are. Three-chord songs are great and everything, but to me, they always have a tendency to make the stuff you're singing about sound beautiful and right.
If you look at a picture of a union rally or a street protest from the 1930s, you'll almost inevitably see that someone amidst all those serious faces is holding an accordion.
I don't think there are necessarily more young accordionists now, but I think there are more people looking around in the shadowy parts of music history for traces of musical cultures that got lost in the shuffleplay of the 20th-century hit-making market, and I think people are looking for alternatives to music that only comes through
wires. Once you start seeking out music like that, you're going to find accordions.

Isthmus Newspaper - April 10, 2009, page 12

***

The rest of the article is very good, but I just wanted you to see Rick's testament to the Accordion. He's a good, close friend of mine and I wanted my friends here to know a bit about him. Please check out his website! There are tons of free songs to download, witty lyrics to read and some bizarre photographs to view.

"Accordion - an instrument with the sentiments of an assassin."
-Ambrose Bierce
"The Devil's Dictionary"

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24083572/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/24083572/ Sun, 05 Apr 2009 20:37:45 PDT
quoted by from [link]
4-5-09

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23976049/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23976049/ Tue, 31 Mar 2009 23:39:03 PDT

If you knew him, he was a great artist, drawing alien worlds and anthro characters too. For some reason, DA thought it was necessary to ban him permanently. I hope that he had backups of all his work and I hope that he will return to DA soon under another name!
Leo got in touch with me, so I'll let you know, if I have permission from him, where he will be relocating his art

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23892919/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23892919/ Wed, 25 Mar 2009 23:59:42 PDT I run my fingers through her hair
each strand is a year or more
and a year more to come
but they are all dead
auburned memories flowing
like silk through my fingers

-ADL 3-25-09

Jacob is a scoundrel. But not a bastard or even a bad boy, even bad boys are charming. Jacob might rescue you from a burning building one moment, just to rape you in the next. He does not invest much into emotion or life. No, I should put it another way: everything - living, dead or inert - is just an annoying obstacle in his way, a fly to be swatted away from the face, but not important enough to waste trying to kill.

His very existence is a joke, a fluke. In a strange way, he doesn't really exist...he is a man living on borrowed time and soon the debt will be collected. And even though he is aware of no dream or destiny, his need to survive is stronger than the toughest will of any mortal man. He will do what he must to stay alive, nothing is too terrible or taboo.

You might say that even the scariest villains have a heart at one point? But Jacob is no villain, he does not want the world or to collect the ransom, he just wants to exist and will stop at nothing to continue to live.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23742523/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23742523/ Tue, 17 Mar 2009 07:39:59 PDT But never quite know the real Truth:
Let me tell about the ultimate Tao:
It is here, enshrined within us.
- Lu Tung Pin

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23653884/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23653884/ Thu, 12 Mar 2009 02:44:52 PDT
To prove that America's economy isn't totally shot.... here is a list of what I bought with $20 at 3 different stores today:

Savers:
shiny green athletic shorts $4
"The Lion In Winter" video $2

St. Vincent de Paul:
computer keyboard $2.50
"Bed of Roses" video $1
"The Brave Little Toaster" video $1
"Dream with the Fishes" soundtrack CD $2.50
Trixter "Under Covers" CD $1.50
"Spirit - Stallion of the Cimarron" PC Game $1.50

Half Price Books:
"Repo Man" video $1
"Snake Eyes" video $1
"A Christmas Story" $1
"Much Ado About Nothing" video $1

Total: $20

I'm very satisfied

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23612505/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23612505/ Mon, 09 Mar 2009 15:56:20 PDT
Through the generosity of an awesome stranger, I now own a VHS Camcorder! Now, in this digital age, you may be thinking, so what? But since I was young, I have always wanted to own one and make lil inde films with it. Like my hero, Steven Spielburg; when he was young, he had a 8mm camera. One of the films he made with it, was called Amblin', hence the name of his production company. I wrote him an 8 page fan letter once, it took a year and a half before I got a letter back from his press secretary, but it was on the official Amblin letterhead, so I kept it.

The camera is from a guy on Facebook. There's this panel on your home page that lists people you may know, mostly they're just people your friends are friends with or they just happen to live in the same city you do. Sometimes I click on the profiles just to see if I would like to know them, and one of them, Clay Busker (what a great name! Busker means a fool or a minstrel), had on his tag line "can't find anyone who wants my VHS camcorder"

So I sent him a message and we talked about it. He told me it's 17yo. His Dad bought it, then he bought a digital camcorder so gave the old one to his son. It has a new battery, but he says there are some issues with the focus and sound.

I don't really know if it works yet or not, I should see if I can find instructions for it online. I have all these silly ideas for movies that I thought I would never get to make, now I can!

***

The title of the journal is a line from a book I just started reading, "A Lost Tale" by Dale Estey

I just finished the first chapter. It takes place on the Isle of Man, during WWII. It seems that the Nazis are going to attack the island and the Faery and the Druids are going to stop them in some way. Perhaps with Substitutiary Locomotion?

***

We encountered the house of realization,
we witnessed the body.

The whirling skies, the many-layered earth,
the seventy-thousand veils,
we found in the body.

The night and the day, the planets,
the words inscribed on the Holy Tablets,
the hill that Moses climbed, the Temple,
and Israfil's trumpet, we observed in the body.

Torah, Psalms, Gospel, Quran --
what these books have to say,
we found in the body.

Everybody says these words of Yunus
are true. Truth is wherever you want it.
We found it all within the body.

-- from The Drop That Became the Sea: Lyric Poems of Yunus Emre (1238 - 1320), Translated by Kabir Helminski & Refik Algan

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23591902/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23591902/ Sun, 08 Mar 2009 12:55:47 PDT
Anyways, I found this by accident, a medical examination of a penis on youtube!

[link]

I love the internet so much sometimes.

Next, go to Wikipedia and look up Erection and Ejaculation. More free porn!

I get excited over very simple things... ooo! shiny!!!

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23570041/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23570041/ Sat, 07 Mar 2009 07:38:59 PST
My intent: go to Star Cinema in Fitchburg and see Slumdog Millionaire and the premiere of Watchmen.

On a side note: weeks ago I was walking home from Woodman's, a epic huge grocery wonderland near my home and I found an empty Yugioh tin by the side of the road. There are houses and stuff nearby, but I was in front of some warehouse buildings and a prairie preserve. It had this dragon thing on the cover and it said Rainbow Dragon.

I don't play RPG card games, so I don't know very much about them. I looked up the Rainbow Dragon and apparently it's a very powerful card. And the cool thing is, the tin has a small window built into the top, so you can see the stuff inside. This could be like a portable altar or something. I'm not sure yet.

It's called Rainbow Dragon, but it is mostly blue with lots of spikes all over, which looks like my blue dragon, "Blue Fire".

Getting back to my adventure. The week before I had bought a ticket online for Watchmen, so I was prepared. I put on my flannel PJ bottoms, jeans, t-shirt, blue dragon hoodie, big black down winter coat (with hat, gloves, book, Tarot cards, MP3 player and two empty snack bags stuffed in the pockets)and a scarf. I went outside and it was warm, mildly humid and I was wearing way too many layers. But I had given myself just enough time to run to Woodman's, buy some contraband candy and catch the next #50 bus; so I didn't have time to go back and change.

On my way to Woodman's, I saw something on the sidewalk, it was a Yugioh card. Radiant Spirit. It has an odd property, I guess when it is destroyed it also destroys a lot of other stuff, but it can't do that until it's killed. But anyways, it is a shining blue turtle, like a spirit. I've been wearing a turtle necklace for almost a year, never took it off. So I took this as a good omen. Also I've been having odd travel issues lately, that I've been comparing to the story of the Tortoise and the Hare. Like no matter how much I rush and run around like the Hare, the Tortoise always gets there first. So this time, I did my best to have faith that I would get where I needed to go when I needed to be there.
And even with a few bumps a long the way, my night went as planned.

From my home to Woodman's, on a clear day, is about a 15min walk. That day it had rained and the snow had melted, but it wasn't that warm, so the sidewalks were icy which slowed me down. I got to the store at about 6:25, if the bus was here on time, it would be there in about 12min. So I went in, bought two boxes of Whoppers (chocolate covered malted balls), my fav movie candy (and less than a buck at Woodman's, but close to $3 at most movie theatres) and ran to the bus stop. I was there at about 6:32. The bus needed to be here by 6:40 to make it back in time to get to the West Transfer Point by 7pm, so I can get onto #52. The #50 didn't get there until 6:45, you may think that's okay, but from this stop, it will usually take the #50 about 20min to complete the route and get back to the West Transfer point, it now has 15min....and to make matters worse, it was a new guy, training! Which means he's going to drive super slow and hit the break pedal every few feet. But the new drivers are also really nice and they ask you how your day is and so I kept my mouth shut and sat down. It's sad that one day this new guy will become a jaded asshole who yells at you if you ask for directions.

So as the bus gets closer to the transfer point, it is clear we'll be late, so several of the passengers ask the driver to call ahead to see if the buses can wait another minute. And as we pull in to the transfer point, most of the buses have waited, except for the #52! It's on the street waiting to turn, so the bus driver honks at him and I thank him and tell him that he's doing a good job and he shouldn't worry about being late, that he'll get used to the route soon. I ran across the street, heroically dodging traffic (not really, but it makes me seem cooler) and got onto the #52. I thanked the driver for waiting, telling him that it was very important for me to catch this bus.

So off I go, now here's the thing, I know that this particular route stops near a PDQ gas station on McKee Rd. not far from Star Cinema. But when I got off the bus, looked at the PDQ, then looked around, I was on McKee Rd. but this was definitely the wrong PDQ!

So I look around, get my bearings. PDQ likes to have two locations nearby, one on either side of the street, because they know drivers are lazy and will drive for miles on one side of the street looking for a gas station, even though they've passed a dozen on the other side. So I know for a fact that there is a PDQ right next to Star Cinema and sure enough, down the street on the other side of the highway crossing I can see the PDQ and Star Cine... ]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23252286/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/23252286/ Tue, 17 Feb 2009 11:56:53 PST
I don't know, we were explorers, in a sub/ship on the ocean floor. We had found the ruins of an ancient city. But everything was gigantic. Like we found a library, but all the books were 25ft tall. There were spools of thread, cutlery, strange discs, all enormous.

Then we found the throne room. It was inside an underwater mountain. There was a stale atmosphere inside, I climbed to the top of the throne, which sat on top of a very very very steep pyramid. And the throne changed shape to accommodate me. Everything in the cavern was covered in a black soot, but we saw that there were grand pillars, carvings and statuary everywhere.I looked down at my feet, there was something shiny. I wrenched it free and dusted it off. It was a diamond as big as my head. A terrible violent greed overcame me and the diamond suddenly liquefied and began to flow down my arm, covering my body, my head too. I could still breathe, but I was not myself. I suddenly had all the knowledge of the kings before.
There was a monstrous boat that sat at the base of the throne pyramid. It had a dragon's head and tail, like a Viking ship.

Our team was exploring it, I told them to stop, that if they activated the ship (I called it the Jupiter Ship) it would bring about the end of the world! One of the men had climbed the pyramid and had found three egg shaped diamonds. I looked down at him, and snatched the eggs away. I then grabbed him and forced him to kneel before me. I knew that each egg had a power, this one is the egg of truth. I held it up to his forehead and I could read his thoughts, I could see everything he had ever done.

One of the researchers, a woman, found another giant diamond and let it cover her body too. She walked through the walls of the cavern to the ocean outside. The others ran back to the sub and followed her. She was walking on the ocean floor with purpose. She kept walking past the giant objects, past the library, finally stopping at the discs. She bent down and gripped the edges and began to turn it. Then the other discs began to turn as well. And the earth moved and the fish freaked out and I really had to pee and so I woke up.

To explain the title, I was watching "The Cheap Detective" a bad Neil Simon movie that pokes fun at the old Bogart detective movies and the movies "Chinatown" and "Casablanca". In it Lou Peckinpaw, played wonderfully by Peter Falk, has to fight off the advances of several women, find a stolen liquor license and find the sacred diamond eggs of Tibet. A word of warning, do not take a sleeping pill after you've watched a cheesy movie, it will effect your dreams in weird ways!

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22992820/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22992820/ Tue, 03 Feb 2009 21:03:10 PST
Afterwards I went to the store to buy mass quantities of OJ and Nyquil and one of the stock boys, a really tall nordic blond was reaching the top of a shelf when his pants fell down...nice ass by the way, woot!

There was only one other guy in the isle and I don't think he noticed.

More weirdness, our city buses can hold up to three bicycles on the front rack of the bus. Anyways, some moron got off the bus and forgot their bike! Can you believe that?

This is a shitty entry, but I had to put something here.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22862702/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22862702/ Wed, 28 Jan 2009 11:01:40 PST
But just now I weighed myself and again a bunch more times and I'm at an average of 287lbs.

I pooped twice today...but not 20lbs worth! I don't think?!

I guess this is a good thing...or maybe the scale is broken?

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22749193/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22749193/ Thu, 22 Jan 2009 22:50:46 PST
I will keep for Jasperville related art and put all the rest here.

But first I'll make a backup of things here just in case they decide to delete my account

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22705516/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22705516/ Tue, 20 Jan 2009 23:40:57 PST
]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22318008/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22318008/ Wed, 31 Dec 2008 22:06:01 PST
That's all really...

"You should all stop bickering and eat me."
-Monty Python
Cannibal Sketch

Btw, Carson Daly was the most unenthusiastic replacement for Dick Clark ever!

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22114545/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22114545/ Mon, 22 Dec 2008 03:35:43 PST
In less than 10min I will officially be 30 years old!

I will have more to say later today

Merry Winter Solstice Too!!!!

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22030211/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22030211/ Wed, 17 Dec 2008 10:42:18 PST
-Marge Simpson

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22012272/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/22012272/ Tue, 16 Dec 2008 09:27:22 PST
***

Aberration

snakes slither around his body
broken and confused
he searches for life
none can be found

bleeding he awakens
to the road of his birth
where he set out
so long ago
to search for faith

he is blinded by the sun
crying tears of pain
he wanders naked through town

people gawk and stare
but none offer any help
he staggers to a house
it's different now

paint chipped and crackling
blood on the steps
a fetus with no name
reaches out to him

he walks on
cats fight in the garden
two dogs lick
each other's genitals

he sits on a bench
pissing on the ground
picking old scabs
throwing rocks at birds
as they fly by

a small boy
with bite marks
on his tiny arms
sits next to the
bleeding man

the boy offers him
a feather
he takes it
and smashes
the boy's face
with a rock

he throws the boy
against a wall
and runs
screaming
to a river

an old woman is there
by a tree
he rubs his
bloody hands
in her hair

she screeches
and pushes him
into the river

he struggles
with the river
fighting the current

-ADL 5-20-02
(unfinished)

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21986725/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21986725/ Sun, 14 Dec 2008 18:58:06 PST
BAGHDAD – On a whirlwind trip shrouded in secrecy and marred by dissent, President George W. Bush on Sunday hailed progress in the wars that define his presidency and got a size-10 reminder of his unpopularity when a man hurled two shoes at him during a news conference in Iraq.

"This is your farewell kiss, you dog!" shouted the protester in Arabic, later identified as Muntadar al-Zeidi, a correspondent for Al-Baghdadia television, an Iraqi-owned station based in Cairo, Egypt. "This is from the widows, the orphans and those who were killed in Iraq."

Bush ducked both shoes as they whizzed past his head and landed with a thud against the wall behind him.

"It was a size 10," Bush joked later.

The U.S. president visited the Iraqi capital just 37 days before he hands the war off to his successor, Barack Obama, who has pledged to end it. The president wanted to highlight a drop in violence and to celebrate a recent U.S.-Iraq security agreement, which calls for U.S. troops to withdraw from Iraq by the end of 2011.


***

I found my glasses!!! YAY!

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21977318/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21977318/ Sun, 14 Dec 2008 09:23:13 PST i am keeping on eye closed to see the blurry keyboard better. but there will no doubt be lots of errors in this entry.

i find that if i just stop and do something else, the solution presents itself. great, now i'm hungry too.

it would be too dangerous to cook like this, but i think a bowl of cereal would be safe.

umm, got distracted there...what was i talking ab out?

to make matters worse, i need to go to the store today, i promised to buy my friend kitty litter, and she gets home tomorrow.

for those with perfect vision, imagine going to the store without pants on. you still got your undies, but you feel really weird and you hope no one notices.

if i had dark sunglasses and a cane, i could just pretend that i'm blind.

i won't be able to proofread this, so yeah, umm, ok.

thanks for listening

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21953682/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21953682/ Fri, 12 Dec 2008 19:51:07 PST -Fozzie Bear

I'm moving everything related to my grand epic, Jasperville into a new account.



I will still come over here to play, but I won't be updating much on this side of the fence.

Now I have to get ready, I'm going to see a play about a bunch of naughty, perverted, homoerotic Santas. And the play is rated R and is being put on by an all-gay cast!

I love Madison

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21926510/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21926510/ Thu, 11 Dec 2008 06:48:33 PST
But I thought about it, this might be cathartic, a chance to learn more about my self through my world. Lynda Barry wrote a very dry self discovery book "1001 Demons", in which she explores the various parts of herself with art and words.

Things that are part of me, that I will use as influences:
The Tarot, 78 cards, which goes into 333 3x with 21 leftover
Authors and Artists, Allen Ginsberg, Kurt Vonnegut, John Greenleaf Whittier,

I have this journal that is in a constant state of flux, it is redesigned every few years, things are torn out, glued in, written over, born, killed, and born again. On the inside page is a very very very very long list of people I admire. I could use that.

Julie Andrews will be sainted!!!

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21862124/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21862124/ Mon, 08 Dec 2008 10:45:31 PST
Rocky/Rachel, part of an unfulfilled fantasy, really, that's all. Besides, I can always give the camera to Josh. I have this kinky fetish for women who look like boys, they don't need to be lesbians, just boyish. Drag Kings are sexy delicious too. The fucked up part for me, is I don't think I could have sex with a woman and enjoy it, unless she looked like a guy. There's also that strange rule, that always seems to apply: women look better in men's clothing, than men do.
I just need to let it go, it's not going to happen. I was going to have Josh and Rocky get together...ugh.

Immanuel, Immiri, Wendigo, Wilderrans, this was part of a stupid idea, mostly born from an old anger. Something primal in me, old ideas, hatreds, confusion, and good ol' bigotry. I think it's just healthier to let this one go...

The overall story is beginning to make more sense. To the point where I might actually be able to write something.

The island of Morland is created after the Red Giant lays down to sleep, civilization develops after that. The first people are the Bear Tribe, they discover the properties of rebirthing stone, a purplish/silvery quartz scattered all over the island. When made into arrowheads, the stone flies straight for the heart of the prey (rebirthing stone is sensitive to psychic intent). Also, when ground into a fine powder and mixed with other herbs and fed to a person, once a year, every year until they mature into an adult; the mixture will mix with the body's cells on every level and enhance their intelligence, metabolism, physical strength.
The downside to this, is during the Season of the Rebirthing (the 9 days at the end of the year, when planet Zeke blocks the sun*) the stone causes madness of the mind and body. Men experience painful erections that are only sated by constant orgasms either by sex or masturbation. Women have to be separated from eachother or they go on wild killing sprees, dashing their children against rocks, murdering their husbands or killing eachother in viscious battles to the death. The Memwo, the third sex, able to change gender at will, but born without exterior organs, just a sort of pouch. Their hormone balance was harmonized, so the madness effected them mostly mentally. They would go into intense trances, where they could glimpse into the veils beyond time or memory and see other realities clear as reality. Sometimes it would be weeks later that they would wake from these comas of insight.

*Planet Zeke's orbit is unusual, it circles the Sun in a wide orbit counter-clockwise, while the rest of the planets go clockwise. Zeke is very large, it is the biggest planet in the system. If you put Zeke in our solar system, it's orbit would be halfway between Mercury and Venus.
My Earth (I haven't found a suitable name for my planet yet), is 3x the size of our Earth. It has a wobbly axis, which shifts to one of three poles during each season, so there are actually six compass directions. Continuing with the story...

When the Enki arrived in their black intergalactic arks, they began by establishing a base on my planet's only moon. This was about 500,000 years ago. There is a secret part of my story, the ultimate conclusion, which I'm not ready to reveal here yet. I will just say that the Enki have a lot invested in this world.

I should tell you about the Bear People first. They are part of the natural evolution of the planet, they evolved from the dinosaurs (there was no great cataclysm to wipe out the lizards, so mammals are still in their baser forms). At this time they appear humanoid, they're short, most no taller than 4ft, they have just begun to develop hair on their heads and bodies, but it is thin and has a slow growth, only a few inches every year. Their skin is dark brown, thick, smooth and tough. It also has a metallic sheen when the sun hits it right. They do not have sweat glands or tear ducts, but instead they excrete an oil from glands in their cheeks, which they rub all over each others bodies. It is an intimate, sensual ritual that the whole community is involved in. Family groups are large, children don't acknowledge individual parents, but instead view the entire tribe as their family. Mating is not a violent process, but a peaceful celebratory ritual which can last for days! A man, a woman and a memwo come together and form a circle. They stare into each others eyes with intent and chant in unison. They begin a fast, only taking spiced apple nectar and chewing on bark from the all-tree. They the man has sex with the memwo and the woman rubs oil on their bodies; all three keep up the chant as it provides a steady rhythm for love making. Then the woman has sex with the memwo and the man rubs the oil on their bodies. Now they sit back to back, raising the chant into the air, their voices intertwine into an ecstatic... ]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21830631/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21830631/ Fri, 05 Dec 2008 12:23:02 PST
***

Over at World Net Daily and on Free Republic the wingnuts are going crazy over the claim that a rural high school teacher in Wisconsin gave high school seniors a questionnaire that asked these questions:

* What do you think caused your heterosexuality?
* When and how did you decide you were a heterosexual?
* Is it possible that your heterosexuality is just a phase you may grow out of?
* Is it possible that your heterosexuality stems from a neurotic fear of others of the same sex?
* Do your parents know that you are straight? Do your friends and/or roommate(s) know? How did they react?
* Why do you insist on flaunting your heterosexuality? Can't you just be who you are and keep it quiet?
* Why do heterosexuals feel compelled to seduce others into their lifestyles?
* A disproportionate majority of child molesters are heterosexual. So you consider it safe to expose children to heterosexual teachers?
* With all the societal support marriage receives, the divorce rate is spiraling. Why are there so few stable relationships among heterosexuals?
* Statistics show that lesbians have the lowest incidence of sexually transmitted diseases. Is it really safe for a woman to maintain a heterosexual lifestyle and run the risk of disease and pregnancy?
* Considering the menace of overpopulation, how could the human race survive if everyone were heterosexual?
* Would you want your child to be heterosexual, knowing the problems that s/he would face?

World Net Daily talked to the school's principal:

Principal Dave McSherry told WND that the discussion was part of a comprehensive curriculum in critical thinking skills, preparing the students to make decisions on their own in college and beyond.

"Our English department does excellent work in writing language arts, getting kids to be able to discuss and debate issues, and engage in critical thinking," McSherry said. "The critical thinking part is the biggest part we're trying to get these kids to learn. As they move on to college, we want them to be able to think for themselves, be able to weigh issues and hopefully make smart decisions down the road."

McSherry told WND the questionnaire was presented as a prompt to discussion and debate and that to simply react to the list of questions is to take the issue out of context. "We're not promoting homosexuality," McSherry said. "We never have, never will."

I think the questionnaire is kind of fabulous and totally appropriate for high school seniors. It challenges students on their preconceived notions on sexuality and would provoke some of the most thoughtful writing they'd probably ever produce.

Expect, however, that this story will become yet another talking point in the "they're shoving it down our throats" litany of accusations against the LGBT movement. We ain't heard the last on this questionnaire, not by a LONG shot.

UPDATE: Jeremy at Good As You notes the history of the questionnaire.

"The Heterosexual Questionnaire" was created by Dr. Martin Rochlin back in the '70s as a way of engaging folks in conversation about LGBT issues. Its questions all turn the tables on the sorts of queries that are usually posed to gay folks, asking heterosexuals to consider if maybe, just maybe, their own sexuality was, among other things, a curable choice. The hope is that these provocative questions will spark a rational discussion about gay folks and their role in society, and many institutions have employed the questionnaire as a valid learning tool.

Jeremy adds: "Leave it to the reliably rabid WorldNetDaily to turn one specific usage of the questionnaire into an example of "the radical gay agenda™."

Blog Source: [link]

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21817132/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21817132/ Thu, 04 Dec 2008 14:43:45 PST 's journal entry [link]

I'm forming an imaginary resistance cell, called Viva La Boner! Our intent is to remove the sillyness of selective censorship from DA. There is a lot of erotica and porn (there is a difference) and a very small percentage of it is really just vile and obscene...that the stuff "devart" should be attacking.

The other stuff is beautiful, sexy and fun (I loved your robot porn, funny ass shit!). I have seen more and more journal entries about DA cracking down on CENSORED art, like the implication of warping minds is just as bad as showing it to the public. And why even have those "is this adult content" check boxes on the submit art page, if they're just going to delete it anyways? Aren't you signaling them when you check that box?

In the 1920's-30's everyone went crazy, free-thought, weird art, funny ass films... then the 40's-50's brought us censorship, blacklisting and happy vanilla family sitcoms... then the 60's was crazy, lots of protesting, revolting and free-love..
then in the 70's there was disco and punk, and Studio 54, ummmm yeah... then came the 80's with more revolting, MTV (y'know they used to actually play music?!), American punk, radical art, radical-thought, people saying "radical, awesome, narley and dude", gay male erotic photography exploded onto the scene, some underground artists from the 60's and 70's were now celebrities... Tipper Gore farted over music censorship, got the "PARENTAL ADVISORY" stickers put on everything (just like Mr. Yuck, it just made you want to taste it even more), it was a strange strange decade...
the 90's was amazing, it almost topped the coolness of the 80's, I saw the birth of Sci Fi as a relevant and beloved medium, Star Trek was king again, censorship was being barfed on left and right, this was the time to stand up and say "WE'RE MAD AS HELL, AND WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!"

then it was the supposed millennium, though no one could agree when it actually started. Y2K did nothing, so we started eating the rice and beans we stored in the basement for the impending apocalypse... then it came, in several symbolic ways... 9/11 changed everything, Hollywood freaked out, TV Land freaked out, everyone started wearing flags for fear of being singled out and tortured until they confessed their impure thoughts, it was the Spanish Inquisition all over again. Metallica started whining about people stealing their music, well boo hoo you fuckheads, they steal it, because they LOVE it, it was a compliment you friggin' morons!!! Big Brother was watching everyone now... which made it impossible to leave the country or even pack a suitcase, everything was dangerous; the food, the toys and recently the banks we use...
the next revolution is coming, but will Obama be the one to start it, or will he get lost in the red tape or will someone just shoot him? Will we start it here? DA is a very very large community, if we all stood up and said, I want to display my art with clearly defined parameters on what is okay and not okay, we could change things.

So I'm calling for a mutiny, I want to lock up the DA heads and force them to look at this problem.

Are we not all Deviants?



]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21791768/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21791768/ Tue, 02 Dec 2008 21:43:03 PST
There are 10 months in a year (9 months of 36 days and one month of only 9 days; 9 days in a week, 4 weeks per month). 9 is the number of the Crone, Grandmother of Time. There are 36 hours in a day, 90 minutes in an hour and 90 seconds in a minute. There is no AM or PM, there is no daylight savings; when the sun is up, it is up, when it's down, that's it, no one bitches about losing daylight.

There are 3 triads represented in the week, the triad of the Spirit, the triad of Women and the triad of Men.

Ra'Nor is the Sun, so a "ra" is added to the end of every day's name.

The triad of Spirit rules the days of rest, like weekends. They come on the 3rd, 6th and 9th days of the week. They are: Mahra (MAY-RA), Mihra (MY-RA) and R'bthra (RI-BITH-RA).

The triad of Women rules the days of creativity and culture. These are days of work, but it is for the soul. They come on the 1st, 4th and 7th days. I don't have the names yet.

The triad of Men rules the days of industry and responsibility. These are also days of work, these days contribute to maintaining the community, the body. They come on the 2nd, 5th and 8th days. I don't have the names yet.

Each month has a name...which I haven't figured out yet. It might be an animal system. To represent the Zodiac.

Also, once I get it all set up, I want to make it transferable to our calendar, so I can figure out what people's signs are in my universe. You might actually be younger in my universe, as the year is shorter by a about a month. So I guess if you were 24 in our world, in my world you would only be 22? I think...

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21704880/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21704880/ Thu, 27 Nov 2008 18:57:10 PST
***INTERLUDE***
If you want to avoid my holiday bitchfest, look at this instead:
My wonderfully gifted friend, sketched one of my characters, Daibhidh [link]
What this means is, that this is my first official piece of FanArt!!!

I AM THANKFUL TODAY!

I am thankful for wonderful friends like him!

***INTERLUDE OVER***

Thanksgiving was a bust, not a gut-buster, unfortunately though. I told my Mom to wake me up at 8am if I wasn't up already, she woke me up at 7:59 and about 40 seconds.... because only a few seconds later, my cellphone alarm went off.

Then I stumbled out, watched the morning show pasrade precum, ate a can of pineapple chunks (I love pineapple chunks), took a shower and then settled myself in for the Macy's Parade.

There were some firsts... like there were no celebrities sitting on top of Tom the Turkey float. They just had two old people dressed like Pilgrims. The parade was fun, but it seems all the band directors were drunk today, as none of the kids could stay in form. Most of the lines were sloppy. I mean, the commentators tell you they walked 50,000 miles from Bumfuck, Kentuckyiowatexashawaii just to get here and they won some sort of contest... I would have put them through boot camp first just so they could keep a friggin' line straight! Drum and Bugle Choir has very little to do with the music, it is about showing off. And these kids were sadly lacking.

Bah, they showed part of the Little Mermaid musical, it was cute, the costumes were flashy, Ariel's costume consisted of this giant blue sequined erect phallus protruding from her ass, which would flip back and forth when she moved. Sebastian the Crab looked like Wayne Brady and was far less annoying than the original voice. Flounder was adorable, he was being played by what looked like a 12yo boy. The mermen, wow, they were the height of gay hottness! I may possibly go to the show, just to see them. The rest of the costumes were brilliant (and I mean that in the brightest possible way), everyone had on roller shoes (which still confuse me).

Parade highlights:

Matt Lauer announcing the arrival of the "Turkey Beaver Float!"

When the Ronald McDonald balloon floated over the camera, the sun shown through his crotch, sending beams of hilarious light to all the children!

I missed this, but a balloon almost crashed into Meredith and Matt. Too bad it didn't kill Matt... that would've been great.

Afterwards we got on the bus and went to Hilldale Mall to the Great Dane Pub and Brewery to eat the absolute worst buffet I have ever ever EVER had in my life! The turkey was dry, the stuffing had weird rubbery things in it and I think carrots. The turkey gravy was good, but did nothing to help the rest of the meal. The deviled eggs were terrible, the fluffy yellow stuff had way too much salt and not enough zing. They had two kinds of stuffing, the cornbread was good enough for a second helping, but the traditional stuff was terrible (too many mystery bits). The biscuits were even smaller than those ones you get in a tube at the grocery store and they were burned and awful. I still can taste them. They were the size of a giant marshmallow, which if you have every been anywhere, you know that a good biscuit is at least the size of a Ho Ho! Some get bigger still...those are the Emperors of biscuits!
There was pie, the Pecan Pie looked burned, the apple and cherry looked store-bought and the thing that looked like strawberry cheesecake with a ton of whipped cream on top, was in reality whipped cream mixed with sand and wax fruit. That was also terrible. Do not go to the Great Dane for any kind of buffet! If they have food reviews on their website, I would seriously consider flaming them. It was that terrible. I still feel sick from all the saltiness, and I still can't rid the taste from my mouth.

I don't like holidays. But this year there were no crowds. None. Zip. Finito. Nein. There was no mad traffic jam either. Could the news media actually be right about something? Was our economy actually hit? I thought it might just be rich people freaking out because a mouse sneezed on an oil drum sitting in a warehouse somewhere, but nope, it seems that this time everyone is worried. This may be a very interesting Christmas shopping season.

After the terrible lunch buffet, we came home, but first stopped at the BP (butt plug) station to get a pint of mint ice cream to wash away the foul taste of garbage in my mouth. I mean, I can do things with turkey that would make one wonder... ]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21593178/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21593178/ Fri, 21 Nov 2008 07:51:43 PST
It's a big city, like New York or Chicago. Daytime, people walking around, traffic, horns honking. BOOOOM! A building explodes in the distance... a huge shape lumbers out... cars crash into each other, people scream...

There's a movie theatre there, *thumm* the people inside don't hear it approaching *thumm* they're ironically enough watching "Cloverfield" *THUMM* it's hear, they can feel the vibration in their feet, *CRACKA-THOOOOMMM* The walls explode all around them, the people scream, the beast grabs a few and throws them, others he smells then eats, he's huge, like a man, but grey with slices of skin hanging off of him.... there's a blond haired boy, maybe 8yo, he snuck in to see this R rated feature... he's never going to do that again... if he can get out of here, he'll be good mommy, I swear I'll be good...

The boy runs outside with some others, the monster follows, cars crash into each other, people scatter like scared sheep, every formulae is followed for the perfect monster movie...

But then she comes in, running towards the monster, she's mid-twenties, hair dark auburn, eyes of deep brown, she's wearing a long coat, she looks business like, yet concerned, intelligent and oblivious. her eyes are determined and focused on the creature looming 10 storeys above her. There's a man with her, but he'll die later, you won't like him, what he makes the woman do

then the choppers arrive, followed by troops and guns, really big guns, the commanding officer walks briskly up to the woman, he says "I thought you had this thing under control." then he turns and gives his men the order to fire!

bullets, shells, fly at the beast, some hit, but most hit everything else and scatter the streets with fire and blood. the creature is unhurt, and seems to care little for the men with the toy guns.... he has a bigger weapon

the creature stops, turns away, he appears to convulse, then suddenly her turns towards the army, the woman knows, she runs for cover... the beast takes several deep breaths, then blows out a black cloud of oil and hot gasses, they race towards the toy soldiers and engulf them in noxious fumes and acid... the beast runs away down the avenue...

the boy is scared, he wants to go home, but he's curious, so he follows the beast...there's a camera crew stupid enough to follow, he joins them

meanwhile the woman meets with the man and they arrange some things, a trap...

they know what it wants.

I don't have a lot of time to type the middle bits, so I'll just say there was blood. there was carnage. the military had a brilliant plan, and they fucked it by destroying half the city and not the monster!

meanwhile the woman and the man, her husband, are working in their lab. it's a big room, with a very big hole in the wall, there's lab equipment and debris scattered everywhere... the husband and the woman work feverishly, setting up equipment, making last minute repairs, somehow the boy has found them, she looks up, "you should not be here...but you are, so find a seat because you're about to witness history!"

the boy runs to the back of the room and hides behind a chunk of wall... *thumm* there it is again *thumm* is it coming back? *thumm* a distant roar... followed by screams *thumm* crashing and crunching noises *thumm* .... *thumm* ..... ROOARRRR!!!! *THUMMMP* It's here!

It comes through the hole, the woman and husband work fast shouting commands at each other, the camera crew is outside, they're not going to miss this!

It begins with a high frequency sound... more shouting, the sound pitch rises then disappears, the beast wavers, seems to smile, then falls forward.

time passes, about a year...

the lab has been rebuilt, the woman is wearing a white lab coat and small-framed glasses, she seems troubled, with her hair pulled back and a few strands out of place, she has a clipboard, she's flipping a pen nervously between her fingers.

the General, from before, he limps forward, now with an eye patch and a mechanical left arm... "Thought you were going to kill this thing?" he says
"General, you can't kill something that's already dead. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm very busy..." she gets up and walks away

the beast is there, in one corner of the lab, behind caged walls. he's groggy, huge I.V.'s pump drugs into his massive grey arms, days pass, weeks, months... it's just them now, the husband and the woman, working tirelessly trying to figure something out

something happens, the husband gets a wild look in his eye, what if they could breed the monster, would that calm his urges? No, it can't be done, finding the right woman would take.... the right woman.... the woman. She suddenly looks up, she sees something in her husband's eyes that she does not like.
<... ]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21578354/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21578354/ Thu, 20 Nov 2008 08:36:00 PST the cat's hooves pound the floor upstairs
i can't sleep
i waited for you fernando
but the fires of war and carnage and rage
pulled you away from me
do you hear my heart beating fernando
because it seems a million miles away
an impossible dream
my limp dead body
bloodied and bruised
being dragged through the negro streets at dawn
by a lonely determined greyhound
by the name of pablo escobar
pablo strains his neck muscles for only a hundred dollars in kibble
he races towards the finish line
had it not been for my cursed cadaver
he would have made it to your birth
to raise you up and hold you
i'm crying for you fernando
it has been years since i felt anything for anyone such as you
do you see me on the boarderline fernando
i'm coming with a fanfare
motzart and liberace playing alla turka
it is for you my dear sweet fernando
pablo strains and he wheezes
i feel weak and fat
i don't think i can swim the english channel tonight
i sing to rattatosk to come down from the tree
the tree where you live
i call to him to call to you
high up amongst the acorns and stickyness
i long to thrust my tongue into your sap filled trunk
and pull the nectar from your loins
do you like that fernando
i can hear the cannons fernando
i can hear them drumming to the beating of my heart
can you hear my crying fernando
can you hear the silent blackened sobs from my hungry heart
i'm so hungry for you
my lust drives me over the top of the raging river
past the twin towers
lou and peter songs tickle my memory
great albatross wings sprout from my ass
i'm coming for you fernando
crowds gather
the president is called
but too busy reading goodnight moon
to hear of the impending threat
i will be there shortly
and the fires of our souls will burn the hate and rage that's in my hearts
beating to the sound of my wings
are huge and fluffy
headed morons stare up
thinking i'm a big naked gay duck
must be the saint paul gay ducks
yep that one of 'em
shoot it earl shoot it
but the bullets bounce off my tuna fernando
they land at your feet
as i descend
they super cool to form
(:

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21575753/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21575753/ Thu, 20 Nov 2008 02:33:29 PST Another tradition says that the Wendigos were giants, because each time they ate, they grew in size, so that their hunger was never satisfied.

Below is my own telling of the Wendigo, it has very little to do with the myths of origin and was written when I really should have been sleeping. So forgive any errors.

***

The Wendigo People are a small group of genetically enhanced apes, very similar to gorillas. This is the story of how six of them began a new life as humans.

The gorillas were part of a myth, no one in the science community believed they existed. The legends say they were fierce, cruel beasts which would come down from the mountains every 1,000 years to fight each other. Whoever won the battles, was torn apart and eaten. After all the battles had been fought, and all the victors were devoured, the remaining tribe would mate. At the end, the females would kill all the remaining adult males, except for the silver-backed elders, and eat only their genitalia (the elder gorillas would devour the rest). Then the whole tribe would return back to the mountains. Theses battles would always take place in the same spot, so human tribes new to stay clear of the area.
When the next period came, it was in the 1970's and once again the gorillas came down from the mountain only to find that their favorite battle ground was overrun with civilization.

A new battle began, between the gorillas and the humans. Many people died and their bodies were eaten by the gorillas.
In less than a month the tribe of Wendigo killed the entire town. Neighboring towns reported sightings of hairy men carrying off their wives and livestock. This was a serious problem. Local authorities sent in the military to subdue or kill these beasts. The army killed several of the Wendigo, enough to discourage any creature from advancing further, but the Wendigo only devoured the bodies and spread their madness further.

This went on for years, until a renegade scientist decided to take action. He hired a band of fierce combat mercenaries and set out to steal the Wendigo's young. After the operation was over, he had 7 Wendigo babies. He euthanized one to perform an autopsy. After months of research, he had a solution. But he knew he would have to work quickly.
Too make a long story short-er, he altered the DNA of the babies, so they would take on more human characteristics. Also with some microsurgery, he changed their skeletal structure, vocal chords, and killed off most of their body's hair follicles, so they would have a smoother appearance.

He noticed results right away and within two years, he had enough evidence to present his miracle children to the world. He had subdued their violent tendencies and their taste for cannibalism, although their bodies still consumed protein at a higher rate, he was able to get them to accept animal meats. He had given each of them names from childhood stories of myths and gods (Cleopatra, Immanuel, Gilgamesh, Medusa, Grendel and Ezekiel).

By now the gorilla Wendigo had finished their epic battles and returned back to the mountains. Some human groups tried to pursue them, but the gorillas were lost in the thick jungles. Since then the city at the base of the mountain has been quarantined, a 50ft electrified fence has been erected around the entire area in hopes that if the gorillas decided to come down again that they won't spread out any further.

to be continued...

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21567592/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21567592/ Wed, 19 Nov 2008 14:38:53 PST
Some other things happened and I was walking down the street, when I came upon a house that I had never noticed before. It was a big box, two stoeys tall, with a balcony around the second floor. All the walls were giant windows, some whith support beams crossed over them. The odd part was, there were no doors that I could see and all the windows were foggy, like I could see light on the other side of some, but nothing clearly defined.

Then I was inside the house, the mother let me in, and the father was freaking out, telling me I had to go before the children saw me. They had three kids, all early teens. The house was much bigger inside and all the walls were giant windows too, only they were clear. Each room was furnished with a 19th century style, there were a few modern things, but no telephones, computers, televisions or radios. There were books, but none older than 100 years. The father had a key, a small aged brass skeleton key. It opened the glass walls, which swung open like doors. I think he had the only key, because the mother did not go anywhere without being near him.
Also, there did not appear to be any bathrooms or kitchens, just lots of living spaces. The mother told me that they were isolationists and have lived in this colony for many generations and their children did not yet know that there is a world outside of the colony.
Then I met the children, all very nice, bright young people. They were mystified by my outfit. Then the father saw me with the children, he attacked me screaming "NO! NOT YET!!!" After a short fight, I knocked him to the ground and stole the key from him. The mother ran off with me and the children, I opened doors and locked them behind me...but somehow I knew the father was still after us. So I opened one wall, where the glass was flat black. It led down a dark hall to an escalator which took us to an immense basement. It was a shopping mall.
There were no people, but all the stores were open, the lights were on and there was muzak playing. I ran with the mother to a bedding store, took her to a faux bedroom set and told her she'd be safe there. Then I took the kids to the ice cream shop, to the video game arcade, to the kinky punk leather shop and finally to a christian book store.
That's when the father caught up with us. I told him, the damage was done, they know about the world now.
He fell down on his knees and began to cry.

The dream got foggy again, I dream about some other stuff, then wake up.

P-Yesterday was really hard, I wanted to talk to you sooo badly! Today is a bit better, but I absentmindedly clicked on your gallery, when I meant to click on someone else's today.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21545905/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21545905/ Tue, 18 Nov 2008 20:13:20 PST

For the record, I almost turned on Yahoo Messenger about 3 times this morning. But I didn't

I'm eating a toasted ham and cheese sandwich, I'm wearing my sexy butch blue plaid shirt and I'm about to tell you about the hot dream I had last night.

And omg did I just come up with the name for the President in my Jasperville story... "P. Huck Edd"

I can see the posters now!

P.HUCK EDD 88!

GET P.HUCK EDD FOR 1988!

Toasted sandwiches are the well of divine inspiration! Btw, I've had this irrational fear of toaster ovens since I saw the movie Time Bandits. Remember, at the end, the cuntface parents who ignored their brilliant imaginative son? Yeah, well pure evil destroyed their house, but the toaster oven was spared and inside was a lump of pure evil, did the jackbitchassfaceshitbag parents listen to their loving pure-hearted son? Nope, they touched it and exploded.

I did not get why they exploded when I first saw this, I was very young. I thought they exploded because the toaster was too hot. So I was terrified now of our own toaster oven, I wouldn't go near it and I was even more afraid of my Mom using it. Nothing happened of course.

I didn't go to yesterday's drawing class. I'm still too sick. Well, that's part of it anyway. I was so jaded from last week's class, I needed a break. So I have no clue what we were supposed to have done. Jeremy wasn't altogether in the last two.

Feh, ok, the dream.

This took place in a teenage boy's military school, like the one in Malcolm in the Middle (which is going to be on in 2 hours). [link]

"You can even eat the dishes!" I love Spengler!

Ok, the dream. Yes. I was one of the cadets, and our commanding officer was gone for some reason and this bitchy woman named "Holly" was left in charge. She sent us all to bed early, even though normally we'd have time in the Rec Room and time to shower before bed, but nope, she wanted nothing to do with the rules. So I organized a mini revolt, I could only get 4 other guys to join me. We crept off to the showers, got naked and spent a lil more time then necessary scrubbing our young muscled bodies.

Then Holly was gone for the rest of the dream. I was suddenly in charge of all the boys *rubs hands together and grins evilly*

I was on night watch at the front desk, when I noticed a coffee cup and a glass of OJ on the counter. This is an odd part of the dream, like a mini-series within the dream itself. I suddenly remembered that I have been having midnight cocoa and OJ sleepwalking fixations for the past week. Then I would come out the next morning, and the cups would be on the counter and no one could explain why they were there.

Anywho. This official looking truck pulls up, I go outside and this young cadet gets out of the truck in full uniform. I'm only wearing navy blue boxers and one of those sexy grey t-shirts that just says ARMY on the top. The cadet is very serious, seriously sexy, that is. He's carrying a manilla envelope, and asked for our commander. I tell the hot biscuit that he's out of town and that I've been left in charge. He seems dubious, looks me up and down, then opens the envelope. He tells me there's a credible threat and we need to launch our nuclear missiles now, so we need to go to the secret bunker. I tell him I know where it is...of course I do, I've been taking new recruits down there for oral and anal examinations for months... We walk over to the flag pole and stand on the giant metal plaque commemorating someone important. Then I ask the cadet, so if the world's coming to an end, can I fuck you in the ass? I then thrust my boner against his ass and wrap my arms around him, then push the button on the plaque with my foot and the elevator begins to descend to the bunker. Btw he's not fighting at all, he's remaining perfectly at attention as I grind my pelvis into his big butt. Like a good soldier.

We get to the bunker, he hands me the launch codes, I had him my clothes. I punch in the codes, turn the key, the ignition sequence starts, then I undress the cadet, still he does nothing to resist me, I'm about to insert my hard dripping key into his tight warm firing hole when an alarm starts blaring.

I fuck the cadet anyway, carrying him, as I thrust into his sweet hot ass, over to the control panel. It seems that if we don't refill the Nestles Quik (that's right boys and girls, I said Nestle's Quik, not NesQuik! Fucking asswipes think chang... ]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21523580/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21523580/ Sun, 16 Nov 2008 18:02:19 PST
Their old name was D.I.V.E.R.Z., but then I changed Ethan's name to Kevin and Zumati's name to Brenden Uzumati.

I'm still not settled on a name... maybe they'll be one of those bands that changes their name a bunch of times (Jefferson Airplane, Jefferson Starship, Starship....., Dead Donkeys, Dead Donkeys Ride Again, Dead Donkeys In A White Wine Sauce, Debbie Reynolds...). Currently the favoured pick is GROWL.

A good friend may be doing some character art for me, so I'll post those when he's done.

This is a rough draft and unfinished, please be kind.

This is a rewrite of this older journal entry: [link]

1-Choose a few of your own characters.
2-Make them answer the following questions.
3-Tag people, or not.
4-Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself

I chose:
1-Daibhidh Fionn Mac Cuchulainn
2-Vikramendra Singh Munodi
3-Kevin Green Summerisle
4-Daichi Kaido Rikuto
5-Immanuel Wendigo
6-Brenden Uzumati Wamaloku

What's your race?
1-Mor (Irish)
2-Hindra (Indian)
3-Golem, a being created from the earth, a greenman (Caucasian, with slight greenish tint to skin)
4-Enki (Japanese Ainu Tribe)
5-Wendigo, genetically enhanced being (African Tribal)
6-Bear People (Aztec, Mayan)

How old are you?
(The group formed when Daibhidh and Vikramendra were in school together, but the larger group didn’t start until a few years later. The ages listed below are from the height of their career, before the split-up in 1991)
1-23yo
2-23yo
3-18yo
4-19yo
5-7yo (long story, he is an adult, just a different age system)
6-19yo

Are you a virgin?
1-When I became a man at 9, I had sex with the Nine, as is custom.
2-When I was 12, I had an affair with Prince Wesley of Brighidaine during a diplomatic function.
3-I was raped on the first day of my memory, I was 9.
4-When I met Brenden during auditions, we had sex in the bathroom and we’ve been together since, I was 16.
5-Wendigo were wildmen, we had sex to survive, but after my change, my first lover came to me at age 3.
6-The Elders and the Grandmothers inspected by body every year since birth, but I did not share my spirit until I met Daichi, I was 16.

Who's your mate/spouse?
1-I am in a loose relationship with Vikramendra, We like to invite the occasional fan into our bed.
2-I serve Daibhidh as his consort, but I am arranged to be married to the Princess of Brighidaine, the sister of my true love, Prince Wesley.
3-I’ve had affairs with many men, but sometime soon I will meet the love of my life, Joshua Jasper.
4-Brenden are I are of the same clan, separated by an ocean and ancestry, together we are one.
5-I do not understand love yet, I still thrive on instinct. The Awakened Wendigo do not need relationships, only offspring.
6-My tribe believes we are all connected, of the same body, the same heart and the same spirit. Daichi is a part of me, but he is no more important to me than you.


What's your favorite food?
1-Boiled mash, bangers, dumplings, goat cheese and song tree fruit.
2-My mother’s Lakshmi soup.
3-I eat greens, fruits, nuts, berries, anything that is grown.
4-Enki Noodle Soup with Chin-Yi stir fry.
5-I still have the craving for raw meats, but Father has taught me to enjoy cooked chicken and beef.
6-I like the traditional foods of my people, spicy fish with spiced apples wrapped in a flour tortilla.

Have you killed anyone?


Do you hate anyone?


Have any secrets?


What is your job?


What do you do to relax?

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21511439/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21511439/ Sun, 16 Nov 2008 02:32:52 PST it flies in my ear
buzzes in my head
it shrouds my eyes
so darkness is my only light
I feel sick
food tastes like death
everything smells like death
the flies never leave my festering skin
no longer do I bleed
I am a wraith
floating through the walls
of my prison
I cannot escape
I have become a part of this hole
what do they want
what do they seek
if they want freedom
why come into the death house
why not fly free in the cold night air
where ravens and vultures
feed on the flesh
here there is only the itch of my dead face
a scar that never heals
I peel back the layers
but never reach bone
I am layers of death
peeling away grey
to reveal only black
they are maddening
and everywhere
these flies

ADL 11-16-08

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There are these flies buzzing around the house, huge horse flies, I don't know where they came from, they showed up suddenly last Wednesday night. They aren't in any single area, they don't seem to be interested in the trash bin, the litter boxes or the compost bucket... they just fly everywhere. The cats don't seem to notice them. I wonder if I'm hallucinating? I just want them to go away.

I feel a sense of dread tonight, like something terrible is going to happen. I'm on edge, I feel filthy, like there is filth everywhere, surrounding me, I'm drowning in it. I'm suffocating in this feeling of dread. I'm tired but I can't sleep. I feel so disgusting and wretched. I think it's the flies. Something attracted them, something is dead in this house, something brought them here.

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(Starting in mid thought, because that’s how I think-write)… to say that Joshua Daniel Jasper is an incestuous, lecherous, bisexual deviant is putting the case mildly. In fact, you must bring in his frequent trips through time and space to make any sense of his life. For most men, it is impossible to say that he died before he was born; but in his case, this would be solid incontestable proof. He was or will be, every one of us that is, was or will be alive. To explain his journey would take the entirety of the Universe’s lifespan… and then maybe after a brief intermission, the story would continue as a sort of live broadcast.

To put it another way, Joshua Daniel Jasper, was never born and to this day, has not yet been deceased. He does not exist… or maybe when a void turns onto itself, creation leaps out?! His name, if ever recorded on paper would take too long to say, but you hear it in the trees, you see it in the mathematics, the music, the art; and within the souls of every living being. But Joshua is not God or a god…he certainly filled the shoes more than once. But he is beyond gods and creation. This does not matter, what matters is that Joshua Daniel Jasper is about to have hot sex with his cousin/son/nephew/father in a big city gay dance club.

-Andrew Luse
11-14-08

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Everything you did or didn't want to know about Interocitors [link]

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To test it out, I wrote a paragraph about how much I love having sex with dolphins. Then I translated it into Icelandic. Then to check and see how much was lost, I re-translated it back to English. Much was lost, but oh so much was gained:

"...to discard my bootstrap of seal prepuce and to squeeze my meat log in the cold stuck hug with a twitter sea hog."

By the by, I think "twitter sea hog" must be the dolphin.... I hope.

Moving on...

Monday's class went... how shall I put this... (Dutch) als het vlammen van varken shit omhoog gevuld mijn neusgaten en dat uit mijn oogcontactdozen wordt gegraven met een scherp roestig ijs pick ondergedompeld in citroensap...

Upon entering the classroom, there were giant legos scattered in a row on the worktables. Jeremy (the instructor) told us we were going to be sketching these blocks, but trying to pay closer attention to the form and placement. We were given drawing pencils (not charcoal like I thought) and told to use broad strokes.

I struggled with this. I remember doing this still life crap in High School, I hated it then and I hate it now. But for 45min we all tried. A few did a good job, but most of us struggled. Jeremy tried to help us BY DRAWING OVER OUR SKETCHES!!! NOT COOL!

Next exercise. He gave us sticks. Here we would be learning what those silly French artists were doing with their thumbs out stretched (I am crushing your heads!), I've actually always wanted to learn how to do that. Here was my chance...or was it?

Let me point out something. In the first class, Jeremy was awesome. He was funny, charming and helpful. But in this class, he was annoying, stubborn and vague. We were all sick of him by the end of the class.

I couldn't get it right, I understood that we were supposed to measure with our eyes the height and width of the objects, then use those measurements to refine our rough sketches.

He drew on my paper. There I was, seething with rage, imagining all the things I wanted to do to him! But I sat still, waited until he was done, then erased all of his lines (most of his measurements were farther off than my originals) and started over.

I don't know what's happening next week. I'm going to go. But I wouldn't be surprised if we lost a few people.

]]> ~wanderlustartist http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21417733/ http://wanderlustartist.deviantart.com/journal/21417733/ Mon, 10 Nov 2008 08:56:30 PST
Last Monday's art class was fantastic and definitely NOT what I expected. We used pens to draw! But tonight we'll be using charcoal.

Jeremy is the art instructor, I'm in love with him already (we can run away together and leave his wife kids behind), yeah he's straight. But he's also smart and furry.

Ok, first thing we did was pick an object, like a rock or a leaf and we were to study it's line contours with our eyes by placing the pen on the paper and tracing the contours without looking at the paper.

I imagined myself as a tiny person crawling over the object. We all did this for about an hour.

Then we did the same thing only with eachother's faces, yet we were allowed to look at the paper a little bit. I drew the face of the woman across from me, but I can't remember her name. And she drew my face [link] and another woman at the end of the table drew my face too [link] . At the end, we all pinned our portraits up and then some of us gave away our drawings. I have the two of me, scanned and uploaded in my scraps folder.

Tonight, we're supposed to bring in a b/w picture of a person's face with some shadow, so we can begin to learn about shading. I haven't found anything yet, so I'll get something at the used book store last minute.

There's more to this update, I just don't have a lot of extra time today.

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Until then enjoy this [link]

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