Weird picture. Be damned if there isn’t some deeply messed-up stuff out there on the internet. I can’t decide if this is actually a group of Dutch kids getting bent or whether it’s something innocent that’s been photoshopped by a bored head. And by ‘head’ I mean a habitual user of illicit drugs. Get hep to my jive please.

Speaking of jive- It’s been a stretch between Merde Du Juors.

Now, our friend Anna does this really cool postcard/magazine thing with her sister Tess. It’s called Abe’s Penny.
Basically you subscribe to Abe’s Penny and then every week you get a postcard in the mail! Here’s a better explanation-

“Each issue is a series of four postcards featuring a narrative that unfolds in sequence, one part per week. The narrative is a combination of photographs and text, in the format of a traditional postcard. Collectible and temporal, the cards vary each month, with a different artist and writer collaborating on each issue.”

I think we’ll be contributing in the future. Check it out!

www.abespenny.com

What else, what else… I found this album cover that looks a lot like me… I was heavily spooked. look at that fucking konk!
The dude totally dances like me too!

Well, now you know what I look like. Disappointed? So was my mother. Boom-boom.

You have to check out this record if you haven’t already (you must have, right?). I know it’s hella-old news, but right now I can’t get enough… It’s really, really good. Is it good? Maybe I’m losing it. Maybe dementia is settling into my skull like a black octopus in a Greek urn… That reminds me, my moms is on Facebook now, which is weird. I spoke to her today about it and she complained that she doesn’t know “how to play it.”
She’s nuts. I rang her one day and she picked up the phone laughing. I could hear people laughing in the background too. Eventually she calmed down enough to explain that she, her sister (my aunty) and my father had been given some pot brownies by the next door neighbor. “What’s dad doing?” I asked, “Oh, he’s just… coasting.” And then more hysterical laughter. I hung up.

Aaaaaaanyway, better scoot down the post office. Have a great weekend. Behave.
Here’s another one of those stupid chats I’ve been having with faceless strangers. Ridiculous.

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