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  PantherModern23

Ed Constantine

Artist | Varied

    I once won a staring contest with a cat, it told me three secrets...

Current Residence: Austin, Tx

Favourite style of art: Dada, collage, abstract, surreal..

Personal Quote: Gasoline Blood, Molotov Heart.

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It happened One Fine Day.as I went on my merry way down some street or other, I realized what had just happened...I saw The Future Man, not the future, man, nor did I see "The Future", man. but The Future Man, who, in his own way seems kinda blurry cuz he has this whole thing where he lives about 5 minutes or so away from your own present time, which makes the conversations kinda confusing, BUT, in that day, on the divine street of amusing assemblies I just barely caught up with him, in which case, he made it plain that at some point soon the great symbiosis of dancing angels would consort upon the trees and sunny leaves that cast about for various reasons on such whims...you know the kind of whims that take a great deal to get others involved with?....anyway... those kinda legacies in which The Future Man, intensely advocates among the peachy mirrors that barely catch his caustic certainties, the ones he will describe given the time...and what I only wanted from that Planck was definite involvement, you know?

UntitledI'm a simple man, so, when I get one of these messy cases it makes my head hurt. Most of the time it's easy, jilted lover, cheating husband, money...the usual suspects, but then, every once in a while I get a weird one like this, murder? definitely. Unless the victim could somehow bend his arm in an almost impossible angle in order to shoot himself in the back of the head, no clear motive, either, his apartment aint tidy but it don't look like no one was searchin' for anything in here.... I walk around making notes, the victim, one Edward Boyle, habitual marijuana user, (found paraphernalia in the bedroom) and something of a writer, seems he kept journals and I get to look through boxes of them....lucky me....I flip open one at random and start reading... "Staring at the threads of carpet untangling from dirt and cats and cigarettes, watching a bird eating a potato chip, thin crack of its beak breaking it up in nibbles...." kinda goes on like that rambling ridiculous verse, but, hopefu

Carl The Glass Eyed Chimp and Nancy Bunny part 1Carl, The Glass-Eyed Chimp was an adventurous creature, at one time he worked as an engineer for The Fantastically-Phantasmogoric Locomotive until the untimely loss of his right eye. "Why can't I still run the train?" He asked pitifully. "It just goes wherever the tracks go, I don't need two eyes to steer this."
"OH! But you need two eyes for everything!" Decreed Emperor Tom in his glorious squid-skin robe, raising his  scepter above his crown of tinsel and Cracker Jack tattoos, and Carl, now known as The Glass-Eyed Chimp simpered off still wearing his over-alls and cap.
"You're a bit worse for the wear, though it looks as if you got some fight still left in ya." Carl said, sipping his favorite drink, blueberry juice, which he relished with a delicious smack of the lips.
The worn, torn bunny waved a velcroey paw "I'm Nancy" She answered adjusting her nose bent whiskers. "Who might you be?"
"Just The Glass-Eyed Chimp, but you can call me Carl." He eeked out.
"And where would y

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