War & Leisure
October 31 - November 14, 2009
THE ART OF WAR AND LEISURE^
A bar. I will not speak in sentences. Spotted with aquariums occupied by stealthy and venomous creatures. This is where my whiskey pulls the gun. A snap crackle of a shot in the centre of a chest. The problem begins with the sublimation of the sound that sudden violence brings. Quickly down this bottle.
A car with a trunk full of bloody bats. These children. Aspirations. A generation of lottery winners. Bread winners, but more like croutons. This wine was left out in the sun. A deadly breed of cul de sac dwellers.
Dead before they hit the lawn. Greek tragedy for everyone. When does the old man’s blow job stop?
Are you a man of action? How many daiquiris have you killed?
I want your severed head in my pants. I belong in France.
The poor boy was blasted into mittens before he could play his pint.
Melt on top of each other. Pink elastic is a hit in fall.
Reading it was like listening to a spurned dictionary masturbate. Bravo!
Ass bandit bangers with pinto beans
The headline is all you need to know
The boundaries are limitless
Monopoly is not a game
Dying by the hoof of a deer
An ant carrying a cheese-filled celery stick
I was detected early on and forced to underachieve
It is too late to start caring
Hero headed for jail
Caged artist burns absinthe
With the wind
Sophistry of the lurid kind
Tomatoes running around on their turkey legs
Putting the pistol in fun
Why strange meat tastes like chicken
This is an indoctrination video
There is no government
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