Comments on: Honey Tree Evil Eye http://artgoodhitlerbad.com/pretty-pictures/honey-tree-evil-eye/ Outsider, Raw, and Found Art Mon, 23 Apr 2012 01:30:16 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: The Shit House Poet http://artgoodhitlerbad.com/pretty-pictures/honey-tree-evil-eye/comment-page-1/#comment-357 The Shit House Poet Sun, 04 May 2008 02:46:46 +0000 http://artgoodhitlerbad.com/pretty-pictures/honey-tree-evil-eye/#comment-357 Ahh yes, the spuds 80's flashback. Oddly, I wonder what that cute blonde is now an older lady with sagging breasts. That's wrong. Why am I a bit disturbed? Well, sagging breasts are kind of artsy I guess, but imagining them is definitely not. I'm afraid that you're going to walk out in front of a goddamn trolley out there in Rice a Roni land staring into the fantastic Sidhartha-esque eye opening abyss that is everyday art in unconventional places. Mostly though, I'm just lonesome and like to write you guys on Sunday. I know it's Saturday, but it feels like Sunday, because I got really drunk yesterday. Drunk enough for the entire weekend, but no, that's not enough, i'm back at it again with the goddamn Canadian Club and Canada Dry. So, I have to, you know, write on your wall. This is an impulse that I choose not to fight. I like the idea of being they mystery voice scribbling on your digital wall. I am too disturbed that people do not have enough time to walk their own goddamn dogs. That fucking disturbs me more than the fact that Will's true calling is appartently Dog Walker / Cultish Oddity Snappy One Liner motherfucking Dog artist. I think we can all accept that Will is definitely a cult of personality, a mother fucker of invention, and a true sign from God that we have again returned to a 70's -esque era. It's kind of like being in the early 70's again. A fucked up war going on with no end in sight, it's summertime, and people just have that smiley face fucking feeling of "smiling on their brother" and all that shit. Rev. Wright is this era's goddamn Zodiac killer. Let's recap: 70's: Smiley face fucking feeling Vietnam Zodiac Killer A bag of pot now: Smiley face fucking feeling Iraq Rev. Wright A bag of pot I ask you, am I drawing a fucking parallel here or what? I know, it's crazy, but through sorting through the art work of Will I have seen the future. Get out your parachute pants and Michael Jackson glove as we are about to repeat the 80's later... just as we are repeating the 70's now. I think that makes sense. I hope you are mildly entertained. I live for that you know? I want to mildly entertain a complete fucking stranger... whether its writing clever, crazy, and flat fucking cooky shit on a bathroom wall... than to writing it here.... either way, again, it is sacred. Like the bathroom wall... i say again... the internet is our public private place. p.s. i am truly saddened that people don't have time to walk their own goddamn dogs. why? because it proves one simple thing... dogs are a possession, not a friend, and soon become nuisances that we don't have time for... and really, they are 1,000 times more loyal than any of us. That is why Nietzsche kissed that goddamn horse in the mouth. Just so you know. P.S.S. I dig your new spam protection thingy. Sadly, it is not stopping me. Try using fractions. As dumb as I am I can still add 10 and 7. With fractions though... i'm sure you can stop me from writing. Your digital friend, Shit House Ahh yes, the spuds 80′s flashback. Oddly, I wonder what that cute blonde is now an older lady with sagging breasts. That’s wrong. Why am I a bit disturbed? Well, sagging breasts are kind of artsy I guess, but imagining them is definitely not. I’m afraid that you’re going to walk out in front of a goddamn trolley out there in Rice a Roni land staring into the fantastic Sidhartha-esque eye opening abyss that is everyday art in unconventional places. Mostly though, I’m just lonesome and like to write you guys on Sunday. I know it’s Saturday, but it feels like Sunday, because I got really drunk yesterday. Drunk enough for the entire weekend, but no, that’s not enough, i’m back at it again with the goddamn Canadian Club and Canada Dry. So, I have to, you know, write on your wall. This is an impulse that I choose not to fight. I like the idea of being they mystery voice scribbling on your digital wall. I am too disturbed that people do not have enough time to walk their own goddamn dogs. That fucking disturbs me more than the fact that Will’s true calling is appartently Dog Walker / Cultish Oddity Snappy One Liner motherfucking Dog artist. I think we can all accept that Will is definitely a cult of personality, a mother fucker of invention, and a true sign from God that we have again returned to a 70′s -esque era. It’s kind of like being in the early 70′s again. A fucked up war going on with no end in sight, it’s summertime, and people just have that smiley face fucking feeling of “smiling on their brother” and all that shit. Rev. Wright is this era’s goddamn Zodiac killer. Let’s recap:

70′s: Smiley face fucking feeling
Vietnam
Zodiac Killer
A bag of pot

now: Smiley face fucking feeling
Iraq
Rev. Wright
A bag of pot

I ask you, am I drawing a fucking parallel here or what? I know, it’s crazy, but through sorting through the art work of Will I have seen the future. Get out your parachute pants and Michael Jackson glove as we are about to repeat the 80′s later… just as we are repeating the 70′s now. I think that makes sense. I hope you are mildly entertained. I live for that you know? I want to mildly entertain a complete fucking stranger… whether its writing clever, crazy, and flat fucking cooky shit on a bathroom wall… than to writing it here….

either way, again, it is sacred. Like the bathroom wall… i say again… the internet is our public private place.

p.s. i am truly saddened that people don’t have time to walk their own goddamn dogs. why? because it proves one simple thing… dogs are a possession, not a friend, and soon become nuisances that we don’t have time for… and really, they are 1,000 times more loyal than any of us. That is why Nietzsche kissed that goddamn horse in the mouth. Just so you know.

P.S.S. I dig your new spam protection thingy. Sadly, it is not stopping me. Try using fractions. As dumb as I am I can still add 10 and 7. With fractions though… i’m sure you can stop me from writing.

Your digital friend,

Shit House

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