skulzwerks

 have you ever witnessed a two year old, in a store maybe, pitching a screaming fit while the kid's mother looks on hapless and helpless in the face of a whirling hissing spitting with kicking child attracting the attention of everyone in the store? it's damn annoying. all the while thinking that the snotty little brat needs a good yank up off the floor and a solid smack across the child's fanny. back in the "good old days" a performance such as that would get you caught up short and kicked in the ass. or maybe a swat across your bottom with a belt. damn if people wouldn't just freak the fuck out over something like that happening in today's politically correct world. certainly some overly nosy church lady would call the local cops and register a complaint about 'child endangerment with physical abuse'. oh and then there would be questions and paperwork and visits with 'Child Protective Services' and the distinct possibility the child could...

 today we focus on form. the human form. of course there are loads and all manner of forms and someday, we'll get around to more. someday. maybe. whatever. today we highlight the human form in the surreal. as if there might be any other kind. there is and there are but not today. experimental surrealist machine art and the human form and stuff. female one - female two - have a nice Saturday everyone. we've got sunshine a way out here and I'm alright with that. :]

a ghost with empty pockets and the ghosts of regret. standing idle at a bus stop. where should we go declared one or was it the other. should it matter? in a meaningless response, nothing hardly matters at this point. which point is that? obviously the point of no return. we're there. are we? where? doesn't matter. at some point might regret enter into a pointless conversation about meaning? well the obvious point about regret is that regret and any regret at that is, regrettably, regrettable. point taken without meaning to sound pointless. so then, we've reached a point of no return. yes and regrettably, yes we have. ancillary if not wholly surreal experimentation using that ever so regrettable machine art. other stuff to follow...if and/or when. surreal edifice (not oedipus) - fairy taoistic imagined fantasy landings - if the point taken may in fact be surreal, would that be a stretch of the imagination?

 so el trumpo is back in action again. yesterday america's freak-in-chief aired a video that evidently, was recorded on November 26, 2020. the video was just a mite outdated. anyway, the dumb ass went on for about 45 minutes ranting about alleged grievances and other slights to his ego and made absolutely no sense whatsoever. it has been evident for quite sometime now that trump is out of his freaking mind. we all know that. even his "supporters and closest allies" know that trump has lost it. as in gone bat crap crazy if not psychiatrically insane. the sorry man needs a good nut house to relax in for a while. amerika is going to have to give the go-ahead to Navy Seal Team Six to assault the White House and physically remove president crazy as a march hare from the aforementioned White House and then dispose of his body in Guantanamo. remember Guantanamo? that quaint little detention camp located around the southeast corner of Cuba and loving known as 'Gitmo'. ame...

  a preponderance of bullshit. our nation is awash in bullshit. every day after day it's not just new and improved bullshit, no, it's the same old bullshit that hit the fan yesterday. republican bullshit, democrat bullshit, televised bullshit, and there is just no end to it. the bullshit is on the radio and of course, radio and by that I mean fm radio is...bullshit. radio is not only bullshit, it's dead and dead bullshit at that. there appears to be no end in sight. the bullshit will simply pile on top of old bullshit and before you know it, everyone will be up to their arm pits in bullshit. damn, is that some bullshit or what.   ENTIRELY TOO MUCH BULLSHIT! GO FIGURE... :] night in the outback - a surreal assembly - okay and so all bullshit aside, it's HUMP DAY! oh yeah...

 don't count on a Covid-19 vaccine being available for regular amerikans anytime soon. oh hell no. there's a list of the "preferred people" that will receive the vaccine first and before anyone else on the home front. first responders as in hospital personnel and 'other first responders'. icu doctors and nurses being first up makes perfect sense. no one is ever going to recover from the Covid plague without the doctors and nurses. I don't have any problem with that. however, politicians on the national level receiving the vaccine before regular amerikans is abject bullshit. the politicians on the national level are the very reason amerika is in the mess we're in at present. the politicians should be at the back end of any vaccination program and that's after every last person living in the old U.S. of A. has been tracked down and vaccinated. that's to include the illegals and the homeless and anyone else that just so happens to have been stuck ...

 yes indeed it is the last day of November 2020. there are only 31 more days left in our year of utter catastrophic pandemic bullshit. you can start the countdown right about now. that would be all I have to offer with the possible exception of experimental machine art and stuff. the rather lengthy holiday and weekend left me a bit foggy and, well, lazy. onward to the really important stuff. grain - where grain is grown - and finally some antiwar sentiment - remember back in the day when amerika had george w. bush for a president? "nukaler!"