#402, 734 - 2nd Ave. NW,
I have to be black listed. So I'll know who to put in cages when I come to power.Plus being black listed proves LIBERALS are totally hypocritical liars who do not stand for free speech or tolerance. The same for religionists, christians, camel milkers and such.HAIL SATAN!
GREAT IS THE MAN WITH A SPRINKLING OF ENEMIES FOR THEY SHALL MAKE HIM A HERO!TRUMAN BENTLEY JR.P.S. Ef my relatives too.
Ross. Have your actually seen any of these people. To be black listed by them is an honor!
To be black listed getting tons of mail. Yusuki Kohn, and Strytoo wrote a letter saying he loves reading the postings of craziness on your blog. Plus tons of others. Gonna send all this stuff to you. Room is spinning. Blood pressure crazy. Just took a BC powder. Talk a little later.
Mail from Aponte too today. You see, the jealous mother fuckers don't write because they know I'm a god damn super hero and can really fly and shit, but the real artists are sticking with me. The real artists know who is real and who is a fat ass. And you don't have to be fat to be one. Just pissing on the parade like a god damn psychic vampyre creating your art bull shit. Pukecasso would tell you all to fuck off while we were hanging out with Hunter S. in the bar vomiting in the pretzel bowl with Theo. Good thing the saloon doors are on hinges because we'd kick it off. Unless of course it was freezing snowing outside. So put me on the black list mother fucker! I'm hanging out with ROY COHEN and CHARLIE MCCARTHY and he's a puppet headed Sin-ator bbbbbe-atch! Me and Sal Mineo say fuck off. No I retract that. I saw recently that one was appropriated too often by the Wall Street Crowd. I'm having afternoon tea with Stig and Nasty and Barry Wom, THE RUTLES BAY-BUH! So you can eat my CHEESE AND ONIONS! P.S. Superhero writes me every day too cause he knows I can fly and shit! Like Theo I'm drunk Beee-itch!
I'm in the psychiatric ward. A few hours ago I castrated myself and sewed on some flaps made from slices of SUGAR CURED HONEY BAKED HAM. I ground up a few shaving stencils and sprinkled the gash to stop the bleeding. Since I did it at the Wall Street protest outside I got snatched up for creating my SNATCH. They charged me with performing a medical surgical procedure without a liscense, attempted suicide, necrophelic beastiality and bringing scalpels to a public gathering. Also unauthorized use of dental material since I used dental floss to sew it on. The charges are all being dropped though due to no evidence because the crowd control German Sheppard ate it all. THAT REALLY TICKLED! So now I'm just having a psychiatric evaluation for attempted suicide. They say my TG CHAZ RIGHTS were infringed on so I might get enough to go to Mexico like Bill Murray AKA MISTER BUNNY did in the film ED WOOD. I could sure use an ANGORA SWEATER right now. Its cold in this hospital paper night gown.
Now does your JUNK look like a MRS. PAC MAN?
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ATTENTION INTERNATIONAL WORLD OF SO CALLED MAIL ARTISTSYOU are not artists. Your mothers, allllll of em' are nuthin' but SSSSKUH-ANKS! SSSSKANKS! Uh bunch of no talent scum of trash families! Only Nellie Olson on the TV show LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE deserves candy and prizes and pretty clean clothes. The rest of you have bum dads like Laura Ingel's PAW and his red plaid shirt wearing bearded trash friend. PO' LIL' LAURA worked all day sifting that fool's gold from the creek and she went to the MERCHANTILE to weigh it talking bout whut all she was gonna buy MAW and PAW and her little retarded sister and older sister who was blllline, and then the man at the MERCHANTILE laughed because the bags of gold dust was FOOL'S GOLD and then her and her friend who worked so hard to sift it up sprinkled it back in the CRICK and watched as their dreams washed away, but NELLIE OLSON with her BETTER yellow long blonde pig tails and her new blue dress just reached in the candy jar and got a piece of candy any time she wanted because THE OLSON'S were the best and rrrrrichest family in all of the town and they were tired of that jesus religion so they just brushed Nellie's purdy goldilocks hair because she was BETTER THAN GEEEEEZUS! Now get this skraight rite nay-uh! MAIL ART ARTISTS ARE NOT ARTISTS AND YUH ALLL JIST TTTTTTTTTRAISH! TRASH! TRASH! TTTTRASSSSSSH! Now go bathe before than odor fog of YOU stinks up the world if you go outside today. Get you uh little patio grill and start burning up all of your personal art creations. If you live in a yankee city just pack all your art in cardboard liquor boxes and tape em shut and throw your years of art creations away in a dumpster. But if you stay at home use the grill, because ashes are better for your art to become than landfill dumpster trash mush. Have the water hose ready if the fire on your grill gets too big. Keep a neat fire on the grill. Destroy all of your art. Then really think about how oooooooooguhlee you really IS and consider the BACK STROKE. Start taking diving lessons from Ray Johnson and then back stroke out to sea. The weather is fine! Okay. The rest of you who don't like swimming. Why not redeem your existence by filling out job applications at the GOOLSBY or maybe you could get a job with ROTO ROOTER. Reach your arm up inside that clogged pipe and pull out that hair glob. Or you could work at the goon car wash. Vaccumming out cars all day. In the evening you could clean out the car vaccumm cleaners and collect all the pennies and nickels that got sucked up. Then you could go to the dollar store and buy you some tweezers so you could pluck out your nose hairs. You really need to get a push broom and clean the gutters of streets. Accept WHO YOU ARE and exactly WHAT YOU ARE. Now here is the secret all of you thousands of so called mail art fah-reeks. I'm gonna tell you. Whut yuh are. You. YOU are, are, are, are, NNNNNOTHING! You bway-buhs are ab-so lutely NNNNOTHING! Now that in itself is ART! You are less than that kid in the 1970's TV show LUCUS. That is how YOU are. You are uh LUCUS. Just like depicted in the film. Or you might could be CORKY on FAMILIY TIES. Naw. I think you are both. A lllllittle bit uh LUCUS and a wwwwwwhole lot uh CORKY. Hi CORE-KIH! CORRRRRR-KIH. CORKY. Corky. CO-KEY.
To be Black Listed I'm sure on the dance floor at RODNEY BINGENHEIMER'S behind the velvet rope VIP section with Elvis!
Anyone who black lists me after the revolution up to your tenth cousin YOU and your family shall be freeze dried then ground into a pulp mixed with glue to make insulation sound dampening for reproduction SUNBEAM ALPINE sports cars. Seriously. You'll become an INSULATION. 100% recyclable material you'll be. Funnier things have happened in the world so why do you have difficulty seeing this as a FILM. After all YOU are processed cheese. Your existence is ASEMIC, in that words assigned to you are meaningless unless YOU are given a context and so YOU shall make a fine automotive sound dampening insulation.
Ross. I am too retarded to post anything on any sites that aren't easy access. I have no interest in learning computer skills. Doing so would reduce time spent creating paintings and clip art collage Newsletters of PURE MEAN. MMMMMEAN! "MEAN IS THE NEW NICE!" TRUMAN BENTLEY JR.
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