Bullshit
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Okay, not a real classification, but probably needed.
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acrylic/mixed media on wood
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If you are getting tired of all kind of designs on t-shirts worldwide…
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A whole heap of nonsensicle bullshit because my time is limited and my brain needs to take a dump...
by JenniferBUpdate: 10 July 2008 Lots and lots of new Art and photographs will be uploaded soon… Shit I wish I had more Time… Th…
Update: 10 July 2008 Lots and lots of new Art and photographs will be uploaded soon… Shit I wish I had more Time… Things are getting a little easier in ‘Da Unit’ now. I’ve gotten to know a few of the people here, they’re okay… A couple of them are even kinda nice… I wonder if it’s because they’re becoming more ‘normal’, or whether it’s because I’ve assimilated into ‘abnormality’ a little better. There’s this guy here who calls himself the Preacher Man, he’s one of those Born Again Christian types, but he’s from the Middle East and he used to be a Muslim, he asked me if I wanted to join in a singing/guitar session with him and a group of patients, so I thought to myself, ‘Ah… What the hell, why not?’, only I didn’t realise that the singing/guitar session was going to be like some kind of Sunday School guitar jam session… It wasn’t too bad though, he could play the guitar pretty well and he had a nice singing voice, I even learnt how to sing a hymn in Persian/Farsi! It’s okay, I’m not turning all fucking religious on you or anything like that, I’m just learning a little bit more about the niches and clicks around here. The Preacher Man asked me if I wanted to play the guitar and lead a song, I told him that I didn’t know any ‘religious songs’, actually, I told him that I didn’t know any fucking religious songs, thankfully, he’s way more tolerant and forgiving than I am, so he simply smiled and handed me the guitar anyway. I played the only two ‘Middle of the Road’ songs I know, a couple of old Janice Joplin songs, Summer Time and Bobby McGee, except I played them with only four chords! haha. Cool songs to sing to though. Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, / Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now. / And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, / You know feeling good was good enough for me, / Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. I was going to play Wild Thing, but decided against it, seeing as the heavily sedated group I was with didn’t look much like a Wild Thing kind of crowd. The pills and shots they get you to take here makes everyone walk around looking like fucking retarded rag dolls… The days pass okay, every second day I get supervised release for a couple of hours or so, (if I bullshit them and tell them the car’s broken down), but the night’s can be really shitty. I’m not sure if it’s the new meds I’ve been put on or what, but I’m having some fucking weird as hallucinations and night terror dreams. The night before last, (I have no conception of Time any more), I hallucinated that my former boss turned up at the hospital, fuck knows why I thought some innocent-looking 40’ish year old man was him, but I swore black and blue that it was him… I’m still not sure that it wasn’t… Although the staff assure me that it wasn’t him… Sometimes reality and fantasy get blended and mashed up together. Anyway, I was sitting in this big, over-sized, plush lounge chair in the day room, watching some crap on TV, when this man walked by the big glass windows who I could’ve sworn was my former boss! I shrank down into the sofa and had the biggest, mother-fucking panic attack! Jeez, I swear I thought my heart was gonna pound it’s way straight out of my pussy! Suddenly, mid panic attack, I found myself leaping out of that lounge chair and running the length of the fucking corridor yelling, “Fuck this! If he’s here, then I’m outta here!” And I tried to kick my way through one of the locked, glass doors, which, stupidly enough, earned me four stitches in my right foot, and lost me at least, six gold stars, on my ‘normal behaviour’ assessment chart. The incident did, however, earn me some kudos with the other patients, who nodded and grinned at me sheepishly, as if I’d just passed some kind of ‘Welcome to the Nut-house’ initiation process. That same night, I woke up having yet another panic attack, due to having some freaky dream about everyone turning into zombies with their flesh melting, dripping and oozing cum and pus all over the carpet. I hit the buzzer for a nurse and some man walked into the room to turn it off, he told me that everything would be fine and that a nurse would see me soon, only she didn’t, in fact, I sat there with my head bent beneath my legs praying to my pussy for something like twenty fucking minutes, and nobody came in to check on me. So I ended up walking my panic attack off up and down the corridor like one of the zombies in the dream I’d just had, until, after some time, a nurse finally came up to me and asked if I was okay, to which I responded, amidst heavy breathing and gasps, “Do I look fucking okay??? A patient could die in this place before anyone puts down their cups of coffee and vibrators to check on them!” And yes… A few more golden stars fell from my normalcy assessment chart once again… It’s like the staff don’t even acknowledge your existence or the fact that you take up space in this place, I could probably do a runner and go missing for a couple of days before anyone noticed I was missing. Earlier on this afternoon there was a knock on my ward door and the conversation went something like this: “Jennifer? Are you in there?” / “Yeah…” / “How are you?” / “Well, I’m feeling a bit___“ / “Oh, okay then, just press the buzzer for a nurse if you need anything…” And then she was gone. Without knowing or giving a shit about what I was feeling a ‘bit of’. hahaha. Fuck it, I’m prattling on and on and I’m writing this shit with a pen in the hospital, it’s about 10:30 pm and my hand is starting to get cramp and drag across the paper like a limp dick, I can’t form my letter shapes properly now and I’m beginning to lose coherency… I’m wondering if I’ll even find the time to get this typed up tomorrow when they let me out for restricted leave… I’ve written some crappy poems, taken a fair few photographs, and created a shit load of Art, there’s way too much to publish right now and I need to get an adapter to take it all off my cell phone to put on my laptop, hopefully I’ll have some stuff up for you to see on Saturday, it’s Thursday right now… I wish I had longer to talk to you all personally, but I’ve only got a couple of hours every second day and it looks like even that amount of time’s gonna be cut back even further soon… Maybe because I kicked the glass door with my foot… I’m not sure. Telling the Shrink to go fuck himself because I failed my psyche assessment test didn’t help much either I suppose, but then again, I always was a high achiever and I never could take failing gracefully… ;-) All in all, things aren’t too bad, it has it’s up and down moments, oh, I’ve written requesting all of my medical notes so that I can publish them here on my journal, LOL, now that should make some interesting bed-time reading for ya’s. ;-) Oh well, I’d better go before I bore you any more with my manic, mental dribble, a special hello, sloppy (eew!) kiss and hugs to my new friends, (in no particular order of priority), Krisso, Aglaia, Heather, Clinton, Sophie, Rhett, Steve, Andreas, Mark,Outdoors2, dogfish… Aww… Sorry if I’ve forgotten about any other ‘regular’ correspondents/correspondences/communicators/instigators/collaborators/masturbators??? I luv 2 hate 2 miss u all… :-( Back in two days… Hopefully! xox Jennifer B / is restrained (not in the way that I’d like to be!!!) / you see! xox psst… i don’t have time to proof read this manic, heap of shit so either read it and stfu, or skip it! xox A SONG to blow out on… hahaha! Release Schedule Mon: No release Tues: 12:00pm – 3:00pm Unless the car has ‘accidentally’ broken down and I can’t get back to the Unit before 6:00pm… ;-) Wed: No release Thurs: 12:00pm – 3:00pm Sat/Sun: 11:00 – 3:00 pm If anyone is insane enough to want to send me snail mail or a hundred grand! LOL, just kidding!!! contact Clinton who will clear it with me first, for the postal address. Any or all stalkers risk being detained in this loony-bin with me, for an indefinite period of time at my request.
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Mother... FUCKers... stealing my Designs!!!!!
by KillerNapkinsthanks to a good friend on here givign me the heads up I found out that some douche took my Bear-Bite T-shirt design and is trying to sel…
thanks to a good friend on here givign me the heads up I found out that some douche took my Bear-Bite T-shirt design and is trying to sell it on zazzle… http://www.zazzle.com/teerifictease check it out…. i am pretty pissed… this has never happened before… so i dont know how to go about this… anyway … BE CAREFUL ABOUT YOUR SHIT OR IT WILL GET STOLEN!!... i want to kill him hah!
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For the record I’m referring to Bush…not Americans in general…after all People in glass houses shoudn’t throw stones.
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This is a picture belonging in a series I am making about religion. / This one is one out of two representing Christianity. / It was done by first drawing a sketch of the two persons in the picture, then I scanned it in to Photoshop where I inked and colored it. POS
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one of my first designs for a tee shirt made using both photoshop & illustrator…
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My sister is becoming a cop. Her boyfriend is a cop, with the police department that absolutely hates me. Not that I have done anything wrong. I have been arrested twice. for bullshit!!!! I have had the charges dropped both times. I was freakin’ innocent! The police hate me, because I made them look stupid, like they really are. Now, I temporarily have one in my house and one to be, my own friggin sister. I am so pissed off.
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A FAKE MOMENT OF REAL BULLSHIT
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The Greatest Bullshit Story Ever Told Religion claims that there is an invisible man that lives in the sky. Religion also clams that this invisible man watches everything you do. This invisible man has a list of ten commands that he does not want you to do. And if you break one or more of theses ten commands the invisible man will send you to a place that is filled with smoke and fire a brutal prison like place where he will put you until the end of time, that place is called hell. But this unseen man loves you, he does, he really loves you. Another odd thing about this hidden man is that he always needs money this invisible man that sees everything is so wise and so powerful but he just needs money. Religion takes in billions of dollar every year, they pay no taxes and they always need more. / If you think that religion is the only organization that has not been corrupted or modified, think again. Lies are every where have we been deceived by the people that do control the word ?
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Self as Hero ! / Taken on the down side of a stall turn,….some time ago,… before ! the advent of colour film,…….. / when I was flying for the Republican cause in the Spanish civil war,…….. Tangled with the great Werner Molders himself you know, he was in a Jumo powered Messerschmitt 109, the early ones, …tracers sizzled past the canopy,…I turned around to see who’s got the damn bloody cheek to be shooting at me, and one blows the pipe clean out of my teeth, good thing it wasn’t an explosive round or the senioritas in the tavernas’ back in Madrid would have been most disappointed that night, …any how !, HUN IN THE SUN ! ! Bandits at Angels eleven !!. stick back in ya’ stomach!, gut wrenching high G turns …..Ratt a…tat….tat…tat.. tat, .. I managed to put more than a few rounds of De Wilde armour piercing through his tail feathers that day,… ...Mentioned in dispatches I was. Explanatory notes / “Werner Molders“………German fighter ace who opened his account in Spain. / “Jumo“…….Junkers Jumo , V-12 liquid cooled engine that powered the first marks of Messerschmitt fighters. / “Messerschmitt 109“.…..German fighter plane first “blooded” in Spain. / “Tracers“….. A burning form of ammunition that leaves a smoke trail so that the shooter can more accurately judge the trajectory of his bullets. / “Angels eleven”…..11 thousand feet altitude. / “DeWilde“… a British ! brand of superior ammunition. I
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Second verse, same as the first … only in negative because that way, you can buy a darker colored shirt.
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Yet Another Rant
by George YesthalIf you’re saying OUR god, doesn’t that, at least by inference, allow that other gods exist?
Just another of my anal rants.
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All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. / © 2008 Street Geek Clothing / Forest Friends Photography: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action.
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Social Laundromat
by Roscoe Davis IIIThey hate you, then they like you / The social wash machine
Its sad but this poem describes a lot of women I hae came into contact with…
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Some more of my humble opinion on the Orphan Works Act
by Harry MurrayI keep reading the support for the legislation and the 2 big examples they keep tossing out are these … 1. Works of historical signi…
I keep reading the support for the legislation and the 2 big examples they keep tossing out are these … 1. Works of historical significance. 2. The family that wants to get a family heirloom photo redone. The second I think is inane. I’ll gladly try to touch up or fix anyone’s old family photo for them. I don’t really know how but for a professional to refuse to do anything in that situation seems a little silly to me. I can’t imagine that the photographer if even alive would get their panties in a twist and if they did … they are just being an A$$. The first … certianly there is a better solution … like some sort of an exception or modification to the current laws for historically significnat materials and materials over say 100 years old??? Does the whole system really need to be changed??? No it only needs to be changed if the things they don’t want to admit that the legislation does are the REAL reasons they want the legislation passed. Like creating opportunities for private entities now to make millions from registering things that for years haven’t had to be registered by outsourcing a function of our Goverment that we pay taxes for them to do. Will they close the US Copyright office and fire all the employees too … like the person speaking out in defense of this legislation? I guess this comes under the heading of jobs creation legislation and growing the economy.
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