I do hope that everyone made it through the thanksgiving festivities alive and well. I ate myself into a tryptophan coma and that's what thanksgiving festivities are for. isn't that what the feasting is all about? amerikans sitting around a table with family and friends celebrating the myth that is thanksgiving. I can just about assert that the first thanksgiving probably did NOT have any turkey. probably venison, clams, lobsters, oysters, squash, and whatever else the "pilgrims" could glean from that old 'plymouth rock'. the pilgrims probably ate the mice and rats too. hunger will induce one to eating just about anything that crawls, waddles, flies, wiggles, and/or whatever. anyway it would seem that our amerika made it through another November mostly unharmed with the possible exception of those that caught that goddamn nasty Covid-19. mask up people and for hell sakes, keep your social distance. you just never know who you might be stand next to and what godawful plague they might be carrying. okay and so with all the cheery crap taken care of it's on to experimental machine art and stuff.
an ocean of thanksgiving surrealism -
for all those "nice" folk in ardmore, oklahoma -
IF you've never been to ardmore, oklahoma you might just want to visit and have a look. it is quite lovely.
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