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Ross Priddles. I went through a huge stack of original newsletter masters from several years back. I selected several of the more interesting looking ones. I reprinted them. A few copies of each. There is a pile of Ross Priddle envelopes awaiting stamps. I spent christmas day walking all over town in a huge circle. I picked up perfectly flattened vehicle run over aluminum cans. I stack them in shoe boxes like cards. A full shoe box is very heavy. These I shall sell to the recycler to buy stamps. I found fifty-eight cents on the ground and a pair of vice grip pliers in the gutter. Plus lots of nails to build canvasses with and tire weights to melt down to cast in a mold to create witches. I walked over several bridges. ray Johnson called me to join him in a swim. I refused because none of you mail art people like me. Especially doctor sane. I told ray, ya'll don't like me in life so why would I want to join you in death. It rained too all Christmas day. The sun is out now. I'll get the old electric leaf blower held together by tape and clean off the patio. Kobb sent me a real scrunken head a year ago. I named him GRIMSLEY. I am going to build him a wooden box with a stand inside with a door that opens to look at him. The inside of the box is going to be lined with red velvet. The outside of the box I'll paint black and get an engraved brass trophy plate with GRIMSLEY written on it. I also shall boil chicken bones and then let them dry in the sun and glue them around the outside of the box as decoration. I have a nice black shoulder strap from a camera bag I'll attach so I can carry GRIMSLEY around as a purse.
I was walking near a popular restaurant fast food area. Lots of change thrown on the ground. I found a few dollars in loose change. Bought some stamps from a machine in the post office lobby. Sent you several envelopes. Some flyers for Todd's band, etc. THE ASEMIC GOD sent that coinage for me to find. THE ASEMIC GOD says create more asemic thought generation. Art must be all ASEMIC for the next year.
Asemic Now.Larry Tate. Larry Tate. Cigar Top. Cigar top. Mascara. Mascara. Chinga. Mindahoo neeng neeg.
bleh. Bleh. bleh. Bleh. English doesn't matter because no one makes things matter.
Working on a new film of me burning up all of my personal items one by one on the patio grill. I have hours of stock footage. Destroy your things is art. I have created a slurry of crazy ash over the last years. I have mixed it with rotting plant debreis. When summer gets here I'm growing a garden of vegetables created in soil that has had all sorts of shit burned up to create it. The rich soil shall make succulent veggies. Juicy tomatoes. Etc. Sellable veggies grown in soil made from burned up metal cans, oils oil and paint cans, plastics, knobs, metals of all sorts. All sorts of things. Video tapes. Cassette tapes. Pens. Pencils. Eveything burned over weeks to create a uniform ash. Old tubes of paint. The grey ash and black ash mixed with rotting plants and old food. Full of wiggly fishing worms. I shall fill ceramic pots with my created soil. Grow the big juicy tomatoes. Pregnant women feeding their babies buying from my produce stand shall make CYCLOPTIC LOBSTER BOY FLIBBER BEINGS. Beautiful creations! Human ART! Siamese Twins. Huge hurn-itch back gadget waddle GABBA GABBA ONE OF US HUMAN FLUX! It is art! The soil says CHUMBUHWUMMBUH! This is the schematic for a script I am writing. A work of fiction. BBBBBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWAHAHAHA!
FUCK CHRIST! FUCK CHRISTMAS!
"Turnip greens and ice cream. That is what america is made out of."TRUMAN BENTLEY JR.Art World Leader
"You must study Derrida. Then expound upon his work by taking a creative approach to implementing his ideas in a new and totally different format. Like tying a string to a rock and commanding it to fly like a balloon. This is how one steals the mojo from the art spirit."TRUMAN BENTLEY JR.Bad Teeth Consultant
Change your name to ROD PRIDDLES and become a singer.
Ross. There is this old indie film called SLACKERS. Have you ever seen it.
Tarzan's CHEETAH died today at age 80 in a Florida animal sanctuary. Please find the obituary. Has anyone notified CAROL BURNETT yet?
Art must be ASEMIC. It has to be so that the collective unconscious of all viewers responds consistently. Like how a flash of a cool drink and food during a film creates hunger in the viewer. Only we want the viewer to seek out soap, water, shampoo and a lice comb.
To brighten any day read Louis Ling's "address". Google Louis Ling Haymarket Anarchists.Also read Edward Abbey's book THE MONKEY WRENCH GANG.Jack London STAR ROVERand THE IRON HEEL.Read now Ross Priddle. Your MIND demands it.
Derrida?LMFAOWhat year is it? 1990? Your intellectual pretensions are laughable.
Dr. Sane is just mad because he looks stupid around Republican ELITES.
A CORPORAL conquered Europe. The entire PRUSSIAN ELITE INTELLECTUAL ARISTOCRACY lost it. They couldn't catch a cab.
Dr. Slob. Truman only mentions DERRIDA types after he glances at what they have to say. Like a piece of chicken he picks parts off of them. Ross likes all these leftest thinkers. So Truman mentions them for Ross. Truman only likes bits and pieces of the left and right. Learns what is useful. Contempt for what he despises. Dr. Sane. Truman doesn't care how high you sit on the Mensa totem pole. He'd just as soon tie you to it with all your degrees and knick knack certificates and kerosene spritz you. Intellectual eggheadism is like this. All the NATIONAL JUNIOUR HONOR SOCIETY top of the class pricipal's list honor students you never hear from them again after graduation. They achieve nothing. All the WEST POINT high tech top of the class geniuses, military experts get their asses kicked every time by NATHAN BEDFORD FORRESTS. All the academies of the Prussian aristocracy created not one who could win the world for the German. That had to be left to a corporal. He didn't lose the prize THEY did. Look at the capture films from Stalingrad. Monocle wearing beaver coat frat boys filmed ridiculed by the soviets. In high school they made fun of how Dr. Sane's pants fit his ass. He smuggly runs his chops. Fact is Dr. Sane is nothing but a ham. Amazing what effort he goes to, to post elaborate WORSHIP of Truman through his tedious labourous postings. Dr. Sane study harder. Think about it. You are smart but don't you want to be the smartest SMART ever. You could be smarter if you only studied harder. Fact is Dr. Sane knows he isn't that smart. He wishes he was smarter. In that way he is like a slut. Wishing he had a bigger penis. Problem is he wouldn't have any idea how to use it. Like giving BEATLE GUITARS to a bar band. What is the point. Dr. Sane clicks on Bentspoon and runs his chops. It is the only place he gets a voice. This is because people are disturbed by Dr. Sane in the real world. Truman views Dr. Sane as an insect in a jar. No matter how Dr. Sane feels or thinks the difference between Truman and Dr. Sane is this. When Dr. Sane says something that irks Truman instantly Truman performs Satanic Rituals to ask Lucifer and all the daemons of hell to put curses and cancer on Dr. Sane. Truman doesn't worship or care about your god Dr. Sane or you Dr. Sane. The thought of you Dr. Sane brings a smile to Truman. Because he can instantly talk to Satan and the daemons of hell and cancer to afflict you. Truman loves it because it feeds his sadism. Your cancer Dr. Sane is Satanic ecstacy to Truman. Say it Dr. Sane. SATAN LUCIFER IS THE ONLY GOD! WORSHIP SATAN DR. SANE. P.S. Everyone noticed how quickly and familiar you are with all of the rare Kenneth Anger style beefcake male photos. Rock Hudson in a towel. I bet you quiver looking at that. Or do you shake more looking at the vintage Sal mineo image you posted a while back. Frustrated closet case are we now Dr. Sane? And we noticed how you mentioned the NEW YEAR lamenting the old. All alone on New Year's Eve the only thing in your mind Truman and thinking of clever things to post at him. Wow. Dr. Sane you are like papers and coffee cups in the floor board of a crusty old insurance salesman's car. You are the equivalent of insurance salesman fishing car jaloppy floor board debreis. Notice Dr. Sane posted on New Years at 12:15AM the first thing in his mind the New year is TRUMAN. Dr. Sane is a TRUMAN STALKER. He has a hollow and empty life so he fills it with THE GOD TRUMAN. HAIL SATAN! HAIL TRUMAN!And don't get that lotion on the couch concentrating on Truman Dr. Sane. You need more tissue.
Good gawd uh mighty! that Truman is beyond PAUL JOESEF in his proper-gander skills. His opponents have SCHMISSE all over their faces. Look like FREDDY KRUGER got after em'!
Truman even runs faster than JESSE OWENS!
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