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whose
squiggles are a gas
between
the boat and burro
the
LOST BOYS
have
to pass.
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B is for
JOEL BENTON
A squggle
of a different stripe
Reflecting
Gangle's invention
willowy whip
of wheat
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 Nothin'
says lovin like a french maid outfit on your muffin on Valentine's
day, particularly when it's a post apocalyptic ruin, ghost
of Thunderbolt and super hero party. Manglord seems to be
out of it.
C
is for Coney Atlantis -
Dave Channon won a purple heart for this one.
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C
is also for Chernoff, Stuart B, who seems
to reject liberty while exercising it...
Fuck
Liberty is about the second most offensive thing I've
thought about today.
The first
is the telltale slide into fascism of tourture camps like Guantanamo.
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Let's
sit by the magic waters with E.G. Cleveland.
Whatta
relief!
Did'st
thou remember to bring the wine, bread and cheese?
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Jeff
Crane's Colorful Leaves
...blow by
my window... the autumn leaves of red and gold...
I'm a sucker
for that kinda stuff.
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Bronson
Eden is definitely into his own alternate thermodynamics
where a Perpetual Emotion machine generates
copious discharges of love energy on a twenty four hour basis.
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Philip
Franklin does a duet with himself in Angels
Singing.
Reminds
me a little bit of the Mothra twins.
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Troy
Gangle made this conceptual nutcracker,
That
Relationship.
The
porthole from an old galleon is really a bit of old Zen Monestary
rain gutter... Hooda thunkit?
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Christine
Howansky likes Love N Fun N so
do I.
Hang
it on your door, sis!
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Speaking
of doors, here is Lucy Lasky's 3 D Doors.
Knock
Knock!
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Pamela
Martin punctures all romantic delusions in this latin
valentine,
!!EL
CORAZON.
Or
is it advanced "open heart" acupuncture?
Looks
like quite a bit of cholesterol on those arteries!
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Astrid
Nordness
tangles with the 3 holes of the trinity in Menage
A Trois.
This
game of twister is a mystery.
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But
I'm certain I know exactly what Chris Pyslopski
means by Hopes (for Erich)
Obviously
he hopes the big rock doesn't fall off the tree and that the
little bird's egg will grow up and fly.
Am
I right?
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First
you fly and then you die! Why cry?
Judith
Singer maintains an upbeat sense
of humor while contemplating the hellfires of damnation in Time
Haunts Me
but
it's allways 11 O'clock somewhere in the world and thus we may
have a breakfast special.
Kimberly
Woods brings a zany pink rainbow
butterfly tutu confection to the rescue!
And
it's always Time For Love right here
in this time zone!
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