...If you click on the pictures it make s them larger!
Welp there goes
another bloggity-blog into the technological abyss. Corrupted, hacked, deleted
and fucked up, they fall like maggots off a shaking leper. It really doesn’t
mean a hill of beans in the grand scheme of things. All this cyber-horseshit
will eventually just get swallowed up, one whimpering blurb at a time. The
information super hi-way has a healthy fat chick appetite...and she ain’t
worried how her calves look in a pair of heals. Eat up Pork Chop…dinner’s a
waitin’!
I really don’t have
a NEED to do this bloo
G crap it’s pure advertising, straight up, luckily I have a
lot to say and a knack for stringin’ a few words together. It’s not that I hate
doing it, it’s just not like I wake up in the morning thinking…”OMG ! I have to
put this cup of coffee on my blog!” I just don’t mind killin’ a few minutes and
forming the word cocksucker repeatedly over and over until it forms some
resemblance to a sentence. You swear enough you have a paragraph and so on.
So here we are at
yet a different location, me at the keyboard and you sitting there waiting for
something that you find even mildly amusing…wait for it…wait for it…I got
nothin’. Maybe something will show up but, as always, there’s no guarantee.
I’ve had my head
into this SHED painting lately. It’s the biggest project that I’ve ever done.
Not necessarily the size (it’s 40” x 60”) but there are 18 of the ugliest
motherfuckers you have ever seen in your life and I have met all of ‘em, which
means they better each look like they actually do….when they’re fucked up,
which is what most of these guys were at the time.
It’s time consuming
and I am all over it. The timing is pretty good on this because it’s all I
think about…mostly. I really don’t want to think about money, commissions, or
the rest of life’s emotional casualties…just painting and watching chicks bed
over in a sundress while it’s raining out. That actually happened today and
that’s been occupying most of my idle minutes. I’m an ass man and when she
dropped whatever she was picking up I knew that it was going to be a day of
thinking about what I saw. Boy Howdy. Thanks Darlin’!
So here’s to big
fuckin’ painting projects, cool assed motorcycles and women with no self
esteem, I love you all. As long as the three of you exist everything will be
allllll riiight! “GTP”
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Middle...
Right side.
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