Thursday, September 05, 2019

MR. SHARPIE AND TWEETOMANIA




The other three men look puzzled.  Do they think Trump is off his rocker?








I called up the folks at Sharpie and I said, “Do me a favor, can you make the pen in black?" Trump said. “Can you make it look rich?”



Donald Trump's signature is not indicative of a stable genius.

If your son or daughter had penmanship like his, what would you think?

Maybe Trump is afraid of earthquakes, and his signature is a seismic reflection of his fear.

Nonetheless, Trump's ego is alive and well.
At least alive.

His Sharpie pen has a mind of its own.
it goes where it wants to go, and Trump follows.

His sharpie doesn't tweet, so Trump must.

Trump has Tweetomania.

He would go nuts (more than he already is) if he couldn't tweet.



IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES TWEETOMANIA AND MR. SHARPIE

Sunday, September 01, 2019

MISS LUCY AND MISTER HOMO

















In my eighth-grade art class I made a sculpture that resembled these recently found skulls.
Especially the full cranial reconstruction (on the right).

My mother thought I was Picasso or Rodin (I'm not sure she knew who Rodin was).

She loved my ugly, little sculpture that was supposed to be a self-portrait.
I think she discarded all my personal things except this one little sculpture.
Archaeologists will have to do some digging to find out where it is now.

Man's itch to find out his origins (and his rib-mate woman's origins) is never-ending.
I don't have this particular psoriasis.
I am more concerned with modern man and his existence right now---which seems more and more precarious.

Who really needs to know about Neanderthals or the evolution of Homo Sapiens when we have our Netflix and YouTube?



IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND OLD BONES