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Kent Rogowski Inside Out, 2007
‘Think of your favorite teddy bear. Now imagine it’s been ripped open, gutted, and turned inside-out. That’s what Kent Rogowski’s Bears series has done to the iconic stuffed animals of our childhoods.’

 

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Allora & Calzadilla The Camels Hump and the Ironing Board, 2010
Stuffed camel hump, metal

 

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Vibha Galhotra Dead Monster, 2011
nickel coated ghungroos, fabric, polyurethane coat, cloth stuffing, thread, and steel

 

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Takashi Murakami Under the Radiation Falls, 2017
stuffed animals, toys

 

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Natascha Stellmach Killer (True Self), 2016
mixed media

 

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Mark Dion Survival of the Cutest, (Who gets on the Ark?), 1990
Toy stuffed animals, white enamel on red steel, wood and rubber wheelbarrow

 

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Ross Bonfanti Various, 2019 – 2022
‘Bonfanti sources stuffed animals at flea markets and sometimes uses worn toys given to him by friends and family. He creates his innovative sculptures by opening up the toy animals, removing their stuffing, turning them inside out and filling them with concrete.’

 

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Troy Emery Creature, 2012
polyester pompoms and high-density taxidermy foam

 

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Sebastian Masuda Colorful Rebellion -Seventh Nightmare-, 2014
‘Artist Masuda Sebastian, a leading figure in Japan’s KAWAII culture, is celebrating his 30th year of activities this year. His works express KAWAII from a variety of perspectives, taking the world by storm and creating a new KAWAII culture with new values. Masuda has since 1995 been working as an art director, spreading KAWAII culture throughout Japan and across the world.’

 

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Cindy Sherman Untitled (Stuffed Animals Clown), 2003
Digital C-print

 

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Paola Pivi OK, you are better than me, so what?, 2013
Urethane foam, plastic, feathers

 

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Mike Kelley Estral Star #3, 1989
Tied handsewn found stuffed cloth animals with buttons

 

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Nayland Blake Bottom Bunny, 1994
‘You may know the story of Br’er Rabbit—a cautionary tale brought to North America by enslaved Africans, racistly deformed into Uncle Remus, then bastardized by Walt Disney—about a wily hare who uses reverse psychology on his captors (a bear and a fox). He convinces them to throw him into the briar patch then breaks out laughing: the briar is his beloved birthplace. You may not remember how Br’er Rabbit got himself in a position to be tossed in the first place. The canny predators, Br’er Fox and Br’er Bear, construct a little black child out of tar (yes, it’s a racist story). When Br’er Rabbit, passing on the road, says “Howdy-do!,” the tar baby won’t reply. Br’er gets hopping mad, punches it, and gets stuck. Blake’s work falls somewhere between the tar baby and the briar patch.’

 

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Charlemagne Palestine CCORNUUOORPHANOSSCCOPIAEE AANORPHANSSHHORNOFFPLENTYYY, 2018
‘”This idea or obsession that I had with a few animals at the beginning, never did I imagine that it would become such a maximal, enormous work like this. It’s the biggest ever with about 18,000 or more. That we found them quite easily and quickly. And there are hundreds of thousands more out there so it’s like some kind of social phenomena.” The animals are stuffed, and all of them used, or used up—orphans, as inscribed in the title.’

 

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Taiichiro Yoshida Shell, 2021
‘Spending between two and six months on each work, Yoshida meticulously molds copper, bronze, silver, and other materials by hand, creating metallic pieces with intricately impressed textures and edgings. Once wrapped around an armature of a stuffed teddy bear, for instance, the fragile components ripple across the form.’

 

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Linda Hori Super Sleepover Event, 2022
‘It was quite a sight to see! On Friday June 24th, children lined up at the Goleta Valley Library to drop off their favorite stuffed animal for a super sleepover event. Staff were prepared for a great turnout as they have had in the past but were thrilled to see more than 200 “stuffies” dropped off this year for the “all-nighter”. So, what did they do all night? The animal friends enjoyed a variety of adventures and shenanigans. They made s’mores, enjoyed yummy drinks, played fun games, and even had a dance party! The night was capped off with a special bubble machine bedtime story.’

 

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Hansa Bolt, 2016
Plush stuffed white reindeer, mechanical animatronic

 

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Miyako Tengyu Sleep Well Child/Genie, 2018
Sewing, fake fur, silk, box

 

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Iain Baxter& Animal Preserve No. 2, 2013
‘Animal Preserve No. 2 includes over 500 jars, each of which contains a stuffed animal pickled in distilled water.’

 

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Mattia Biagi Untitled, 2016
black tar, gold glitter, teddy bear

 

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Stefan Tcherepnin The Mad Masters, 2018
‘“The Mad Masters” appears to ask what would become of this Muppet if he were to attempt to put aside his monomaniacal focus on baked comestibles and search for meaning elsewhere. Entering the gallery space, the viewer encounters four spot-lit stuffed animal dioramas, in which a series of Cookie Monster–like creatures are displayed in the manner of taxidermied animals in a natural history museum. The first of these, the white-furred Band Leader (all works 2018), stands before a microphone, surrounded by guitars, amps, and drums. It’s not clear whether his bandmates are late for rehearsal or exist only in his mind. The second creature, the brown-furred Channel Surfer, slumps in an easy chair watching TV. Beside him, a wastepaper basket is filled with scrunched-up sketches of his own face. The art of self-portraiture, it seems, has failed him, and now he contemplates his reflection in the flickering screen. The gray-furred, staff-wielding Tilyou Traveler, by contrast, is the outdoors type, gazing on an awesome vista: the arrangement recalls Caspar David Friedrich’s Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer [Wanderer above the Sea of Fog] (c. 1818). Rounding off the quartet, the red-furred Crash Survivor lies flat on his back, surrounded by empty packets of Haribo and spent cans of Fanta, as though he’s overdosed on the Cookie Monster equivalent of methadone.’

 

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Gimhongsok This is Rabbit, 2005
‘”This is Rabbit” is an installation piece in which a person hidden inside a stuffed rabbit and accompanying texts form a set. The text explains that the person in the rabbit costume is an illegal immigrant worker, that they are performing at the museum, and that they are being paid for the performance.’

 

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Paul McCarthy Pink Clown (from PROPO series), 1991–2008
Cibachrome mounted on aluminum

 

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Jon Rafman Mainsqueeze, 2014
‘While Rafman is associated with digital artists of his generation, including Cory Arcangel and Ryan Trecartin, the truth is that his real avatar is filmmaker Chris Marker and, beyond that, the vast web and archive of the internet itself, in all its festooned splendour and baroque, libidinal glamour. Marker led viewers beyond the failsafe point into the dystopia of our existence. So, too, does Rafman, even if it now seems clear that he has entered something like heaven. Like Wade Davis, the intrepid ethnobiologist who journeyed up the Amazon in search of psychoactive plants, Rafman the artist/ethnographer has journeyed deep into the heart of our web culture, in search of ecstasy and delivers a full measure of ecstasis, trance, rapture. More than any other artist who uses the web as both canvas and support, he wants to induce euphoria and change both perception and the condition of being here.’

Watch it here

 

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Christine Crane Fuk u Panda Loves You, 2008
Mixed media

 

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‘Why Do Guys Strap Stuffed-Animals to Trucks? One prevalent theory among truckers is that chicks dig them. … the battered bear and his brethren had at least one foot in the vernacular cultures of Latin America, where the festive and the ghoulish enjoy a symbiotic relationship. Most of the drivers whose trucks he photographed were Hispanic, he said. “There was some sort of heraldic device to deny the fact of this gigantic machine,” he said. “You would have these humanizing forms, anthropomorphic forms – a device that both proclaims the identity of the machine and conceals it.”‘

 

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Annette Messager Les Depouilles (Skins), 1997
‘Messager’s piece “Les Depouilles (Skins)” in 1997 showcased a series of children’s clothing and toys that she had taken apart, removed the stuffing and pinned up on the gallery wall. When commenting about the work Messager explained that she wanted to explore the similarities between what she saw as the final result on the wall and the shapes found in a Rorschach print.’

 

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Hannah Black and Precious Okoyomon I Need Help, 2018
teddy bear stuffed with book shreddings

 

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Mike Kelley & P.A.M. Little Friend, 2007
‘Do you miss the special love that a Little Friend can give? I bet you do! If you’re like most of us, there’s a Little Friend from your past whose voice haunts you across space and time. Little Friend is the specter of your childhood, when you stood at puberty’s door. Little Friend is a loveable talking plush toy conceived by Mike Kelley and P.A.M. that randomly speaks 20 different phrases and comes to you packed in box adorned with cheery, colorful, graphics. Add 3 AAA batteries (not included) and your own love and Little Friend will return your affection.’

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** James B, Hi, James! Welcome! Thank you very much. I don’t know if this will help, but when I’m writing, I try to keep as much of myself as possible dedicated to what you call the ‘darker, dreamlike’ area, which I guess I think of as the stuff that’s difficult to seemingly impossible to put into words, and I try to think of the realist approach/language as the writing’s surface or the means to communicate, the compromise area in a way, and that sometimes, when my concentration is at its best, allows me to kind of have my cake and eat it too, as it were. But, yeah, it took me a long while and experimenting to figure out how to do that. But it’s possible. But I don’t know if that way of thinking is something that you can relate to as writer? I don’t know where my confidence comes from. I think I’m patient with myself, and I tend to always think long term, like … I’ll get where I want to go eventually. So I think my confidence is more about trusting in how much I want to write well and less so in what is actually pouring or leaking out on the page at any particular moment. Does that make any sense? Feel more than free to share what you’re thinking about your writing whenever you wish. Thanks! ** Misanthrope, The Coopers were originally Scottish, if I’m remembering what my dad used to say. The only family distant, ancient well-known relative that I can remember is Sam Houston, that guy who did something famous to do with the Alamo. Yeah, I’m not so interested in my family’s lineage either, but one of my brothers is, so he’ll pass along back stories, and it is kind of cool to know, I guess. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Oh, wow, on the timing. The girl wants to play the part, so that’s great. But now we have to see if we can change the shooting schedule because she’s 12 years old and only available during her spring school break and on weekends. I really hope we can sort that out. It would be a huge relief. A real human being that looked like Casper would be a whole lot scarier than Casper. Oh, you’re right about the mid-sex mac&cheese mouthful. Yikes, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m guessing that I couldn’t find Kate Monica’s poetry even if I tried. So I wish love all the luck with your task of yesterday. Love making anyone who flies internationally tomorrow officially exempt from getting jet lag, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, Awesome! It’s so great, right? Back when I was doing Little Caesar Magazine I transcribed Eric Emerson’s crazy LSD-influenced monologue and printed it in one of the issues, which took forever because back then you had to rent a 16 mm print of the film to even see it, but it was worth the drudgery. ** Steve Erickson, Ah, I didn’t realise that migraines are triggered by specific events, which shows you how little I know. Glad to hear it’s history. Enjoy the snow. I think even the mountains around LA are supposed to get snow, but I’ll find out tomorrow. I’m sadly not surprised by the ugly downturn in 100 gecs’s stuff. Oh, well. Onto the next promising musical unit. ** alex, Hi, alex. Thanks, yeah, the wallet thing could have been much worse. You’re working in a hospital. That sounds intense, but I guess when I imagine a hospital there’s always crises in progress. Damage from watching too many ‘ER’ episodes back in the day. I think in fact, if I’m remembering, HH did have his fair of secret observation rooms. Someone should rebuild the Castle in an amusement park or something. ** Robert, Hi! Hm, I don’t recall that I ever fell down a flight of stairs. It seems strange, but I don’t think I ever have. I’ve certainly stumbled more than a few times, but I guess I must have a lightning quick reflex to grab the railing or something. Strange to envy your history of falling, but I do. I think it was the words ‘somersaulting head over heels’. Such an inspiring phrase. How are you? It was rainy here yesterday, but today it’s blue up above for as far as I can see. ** Cody Goodnight, Hi, Cody! Thanks! Your comment got a comment from Kettering, if you didn’t see it. I’m okay, mostly just getting ready to fly endlessly to Los Angeles tomorrow. Yeah, I think it’s probably the rich musical history of Memphis that makes me so curious about it. Whenever I see photos of it, it doesn’t look especially exciting architecturally or anything. I like cemeteries too. Paris has three pretty great ones filled with lots of bodies of people who were great artists of one type or another. And some of the graves would qualify as weird art themselves. I’m happy you’re feeling better. I must’ve listened to that first Tears for Fears album a lot when it came out because every time I hear a song from it I immediately feel how I guess I felt back in the early 80s, which seems to have been melancholy and a little coked up. How was the inspired double feature? Have a swell day, pal. ** Kettering, Hi. Thanks for writing that. ** Niko, Hey there, Niko. Fantastic news about your novel! Champagne and all of that festive stuff! I’m proud if anything I said helped you at all. 392 pages, that is a whopper, by my standards at least. It’s already going to the printers and preparing for launch?! Wow, that’s a fast turnover, no? I’m used to the US timeframe which usually takes a year between publisher acceptance and actual publishing. That’s great! Congratulations! ** Okay. I wondered if I could sustain a whole thematic post around the theme of stuffed animals, and I guess I decided I could whether I actually did or not. I’ll see you one more time tomorrow before I go to LA and the blog returns to the weekly posting schedule again for a while.

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H.H. Holmes

‘In 1887, a druggist was a chemist and most drugstores were rather crowded places that were stocked with all manner of elixirs and potions. When Dr. H. H. Holmes compounded even the simplest prescription, he did so with a flourish, as if he were an alchemist in the midst of some arcane ritual. His long, pale fingers moved with a surgeon’s skill, his handsome face grew intense and his blue eyes grew bright. But he was no means a socially inept scientist, he was a gentleman of fashion and charming of manner. His politeness and humorous remarks brought many new customers into the drug store, especially the ladies in the neighborhood. In addition, he kept a sharp eye on the account books as well and was concerned with the profit the store was making. He was, in short, the perfect assistant to the proprietress.

‘It was not long before Holmes seemed to be more the manager of the store and less the prescription clerk. He began to spend more and more time working with the ledgers and chatting pleasantly with the ladies who came into the place, some of whom took a very long time to make a very small purchase. Dr. Holmes became a familiar figure as he strolled with his stick down 63rd Street, the main thoroughfare of Englewood. He appeared to be heading for a leading position in the local business community.

 

 

‘Trade at the drug store continued to improve, making Mrs. Dr. Holden exceedingly happy. But as for Holmes, he was still not satisfied with his lot and he had many plans and visions that drove him onward. Strangely, in 1887, Mrs. Dr. Holden vanished without a trace. A short time after, Holmes announced that he had purchased the store from the widow, just prior to her “moving out west”. The unfortunate lady had (not surprisingly) left no forwarding address.

‘Two years later, he acquired a large lot across the street from the drug store and began construction on an enormous edifice that he planned to operate as a hotel for the upcoming Columbian Exposition in 1893. There are no records to say what Holmes decided to call this building but for generations of police officers, crime enthusiasts and unnerved residents of Englewood, it was known simply by one name — “The Murder Castle”.

 

 

The Murder Castle

‘The building was an imposing structure of three stories and a basement, with false battlements and wooden bay windows that were covered with sheet iron. There were over 60 rooms in the structure and 51 doors that were cut oddly into various walls. Holmes acted as his own architect for the place and he personally supervised the numerous construction crews, all of whom were quickly hired and fired, discharging them with great fury and refusing to pay their wages. As far as the police were able to learn, he never paid a cent for any of the materials that went into the building. In addition to the eccentric general design, the house was also fitted with trap doors, hidden staircases, secret passages, rooms without windows, chutes that led into the basement and a staircase that opened out over a steep drop to the alley behind the house.

‘The first floor of the building contained stores and shops, while the upper floors could be used for spacious living quarters. Holmes also had an office on the second floor, but most of the rooms were to be used for guests — guests that would never be seen again. Evidence would later be found to show that Holmes used some of the rooms as “asphyxiation chambers”, where his victims were suffocated with gas. Other chambers were lined with iron plates and had blowtorch-like devices fitted into the walls. In the basement, Holmes installed a dissecting table and maintained his own crematory. There was also an acid vat and pits filled with quicklime, where bodies could be conveniently disposed of.

 

 

‘All of his “prison rooms” were fitted with alarms that buzzed in Holmes’ quarters if a victim attempted to escape. It has come to be believed that many of his victims were held captive for months before their deaths.

‘The castle was completed in 1892 and soon after, Holmes announced that he planned to rent out some of the rooms to tourists who would be arriving in mass for the upcoming Columbian Exposition. It is surmised that many of these tourists never returned home after the fair, but no one knows for sure. The list of the “missing” when the Fair closed was a long one and for most, foul play was suspected. How many of them fell prey to Holmes is a mystery but no fewer than 50 people who were reported to the police as missing were traced to the place. Here, their trails ended…

 

 

Exposed

‘Eventually, Holmes was arrested for murder, and the door was open for Chicago detectives to search Holmes’ residence in the Windy City. Holmes had struck them as a complicated, secretive man, and they were sure that the remaining answers that they were seeking could be found inside of the Castle. Several police officers entered the place — and neither they nor the veteran investigators who soon joined them would ever forget what they found there!

‘Detectives devoted several weeks to searching and making a floor plan of the Castle. The bottom floor had been used by Holmes himself as a drug store, a candy store, a restaurant and a jewelry store. The third floor of the building had been divided into small apartments and guest rooms and apparently, had never been used.

 

 

‘The second floor however proved to be a labyrinth of narrow, winding passages with doors that opened to brick walls, hidden stairways, cleverly concealed doors, blind hallways, secret panels, hidden passages and a clandestine vault that was only a big enough for a person to stand in. The room was alleged to be a homemade “gas chamber”, equipped with a chute that would carry a body directly into the basement. The investigators suddenly realized the implications of the iron-plated chamber when they found the single, scuffed mark of a footprint on the inside of the door. It was a small print that had been made by a woman who had attempted to escape the grim fate of the tiny room.

‘In addition to all of the bizarre additions to the floor, the second level also held 35 guest rooms. Half of them were fitted as ordinary sleeping chambers, and there were indications that they had been occupied by the various women who worked for Holmes, by tenants during the Fair or by the luckless females Holmes had seduced while waiting for an opportunity to kill them. Several of the other rooms were without windows or could be made air tight by closing the doors. Others were lined with sheet iron and asbestos with scorch marks on the walls, fitted with trap doors that led to smaller rooms beneath, or were equipped with lethal gas jets that could be used to suffocate or burn the unsuspecting occupants.

 

 

‘This floor also contained Holmes’ private apartment, consisting of a bedroom, a bath and two small chambers that were used as offices. The apartment was located at the front of the building, looking out over 63rd Street. In the floor of the bathroom, concealed under a heavy rug, the police found a trap door and a stairway that descended to a room about eight feet square. Two doors led off this chamber, one to a stairway that exited out onto the street and the other giving access to the chute that led down to the basement.

‘The “chamber of horrors” in the basement stunned the men even further. This subterranean chamber was located seven feet below the rest of the building and extended out under the sidewalk in front. Here, they found Holmes’ blood-spattered dissecting table, his gleaming surgical instruments, his macabre “laboratory” of torture devices, various jars of poison and even a wooden box that contained a number of female skeletons. Built into one of the walls was a crematorium, with a heavy iron grate to hold the fire and another grate, fitted with rollers, by which a body could be slid into the flames. The crematoriums still contained ash and portions of bone that had not burned in the intense heat. A search of the ashes also revealed a watch that had belonged to a known missing child, some buttons from a dress and several charred tintype photographs. Under the staircase, they also found a ball made from women’s hair that had been carefully wrapped in cloth.

 

 

‘Buried in the floor, the police found a huge vat of corrosive acid and two quicklime pits, which were capable of devouring an entire body in a matter of hours. A loose pile of quicklime was also discovered in a small room that had been built into the corner. The naked footprint of woman was found embedded in the pile. In a hole in the middle of the floor, more bones were found. After being examined by a physician, they were believed to be the bones of a small child between the ages of six and eight.

‘On July 20, some city workers began excavating the cellar and started a tunnel underneath 63rd Street. The hazy smell of gas hung in the air and as the men tore away one wall, they discovered a large tank or metal-lined chamber. As soon as they broke through, the basement was filled with the stench of death, driving the crew back. Noting the metal lining of the tank, they sent for a plumber and he struck a match to peer inside of it. Suddenly, the tank exploded, shaking the building and sending flames out into the basement. The men were buried in piles of debris but no one was seriously injured. The tank was lined with wood and metal and was 14 feet long, although thanks to the explosion, no one will ever know that it was used for. The only clue in the room was a small box that was found in its center. When it was opened by Fire Marshal James Kenyon, an “evil smelling” vapor rushed out. The gathered men ran, except for Kenyon, who was overpowered by the stench. According to the New York World, “he was dragged out and carried upstairs, and for two hours acted like one demented.”

 

 

The End

‘Following the excavation, and the discovery and cataloguing of Holmes’ potential victims, the “Murder Castle” (as it came to be called) sat empty for several months. Not surprisingly, it drew onlookers and curiosity-seekers from all over the city. The newspapers were not yet filled with stories and illustrations about Holmes’ devious crimes but rumors had quickly spread about what had been discovered there. The people of Chicago were stunned that such things could take place — and in their glorious city! The people of the Englewood neighborhood watched the sightseers with a combination of fear and loathing, sickened over the terrible things that brought the crowds to their streets.

‘Then, on August 19, the Castle burned to the ground. Three explosions thundered through the neighborhood just after midnight and minutes later, a blaze erupted from the abandoned structure. In less than an hour, the roof had caved in and the walls began to collapse in onto themselves. A gas can was discovered among the smoldering ruins and rumors argued back and forth between an accomplice of Holmes’ burning down the house to hide his role in the horror and the arson being committed by an outraged neighbor. The mystery was never solved, but regardless, the Castle was gone for good.’ — collaged from various sources

 

The site of the Murder Castle today

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Hi!!! I used to slide down the stairs in my family home on a cardboard box when I was kid, and it was mostly ouch, but why post-kids do that is a mystery unless they’re just so bored or think their Instagram pals will give them beaucoup ‘likes’? I go back to LA on Friday, and then I’ll be there for about two months, yikes. After I wrote that Casper thing I remembered that I think there’s a film called ‘Casper … something’ that reveals that very answer, and I believe that, according to that film, Casper looked like Devon Sawa when it was alive. I have a feeling that couple wouldn’t listen to love even if love had approached them pre-slide unless maybe he also paid them not to do it. Love making sperm taste like macaroni & cheese, G. ** Misanthrope, Maybe if it was an actual cloud floating in the air over my laptop. As a not so secret nerd, I agree. I bet your ancient Wines relatives back in the Old West days were fearsome. ** Black_Acrylic, Great, I think a smile is the most that post could have deserved. Oh, nice, big screen + ‘CG’. Make some popcorn. ** Steve Erickson, They’ve been cranking out that little sonic routine for forever. The reason I discovered my wallet was missing was because my bank alerted me to the fact that ‘I’ had just gone on a suspiciously big spending spree, so I don’t the metro people could have helped. I only a debit card, no credit cards, and it’s winging its way to my LA pad apparently, so I’ll have it when my plane touches down. I hope the doctor puts the damper on your migraine today. What happened? ** Nick., Oh, shit, sorry I posted the p.s. too fast. Your job sounds kind of sweet, yeah. My day, uh, a multi-hour meeting with one of our France-based producers trying to sort out the complicated contracts and stuff for the French actor we’re importing for our film, saw my pal Michael Salerno for coffee and scones at the cafe in the local English language bookstore, lots of Zoom meetings. Pretty usual day as of late. Fun fact? Hm, when I was riding the metro back from the French producer’s office, I shared a metro car with this ‘famous’ piggy bottom French twink porn star Jerome James, but I share metro cars with him not infrequently, so it wasn’t extremely fun, and I thought what I always think when I see him, namely that for someone who seems to upload a wild, slutty porn of himself every day, he looks surprisingly not haggard. As far your question, I guess it depends on what constitutes a villain. I remember always being on the side of whoever the villain was in every Superman movie because he’s so boring. Speaking of Devon Sawa, as I strangely did just above, I like when the villain and the hero are the same person, like, for instance, in that old movie ‘Idle Hands’ where he was the hero and his hands were the villain. Do you have an answer to that question, sir? Enjoy your life’s simplicity. Mine is too in the sense of being very johnny one note re: the film, and I’m sure I’ll appreciate the enforced focus when it’s gone. Question: Tell me your or least favorite moment that has occurred in that old store you work at. ** Cody Goodnight, I’m managing to hang in there, or, I guess, here. It never ceases to please me when you stack up a bunch of gifs wherein the same thing is happening. It’s minor magic. I’ve never been to Graceland. I imagine that would be fun, and I’m actually curious what Memphis is like in general for some reason. Right, isn’t her ‘Pirate Jenny’ just incredible? Oh, man, that so sucks about the anxiety and depression. I suppose you’ve tried the whole meds-as-saviours route? I’m very glad you’re not alone, at least. I don’t know what I can do, but if I can do something, let me know. Good old Sabbath. Tony Iommi is a god. ‘Ghost Dog’ is easily my favorite Jarman. See what you think. I hope your day is happiness filled or at least inflected. ** Kyle, Hi. I’m sure you do know, yeah. I will get Marble Hornets. It’s funny, someone on Facebook who’d obviously read your reference seconded the recommendation in a comment yesterday. I know about Sniffies, but I’ve never entered it. Guys on the escort sites often suggest people search them out there. And a few friends have mentioned migrating there from Scruff. Sounds really interesting. Hm, maybe I’ll see if I can set up a kind of dummy profile just to be able to look around there and get the lay of the land, as it were. Thanks a lot! That sounds like a really conducive frontier. ** Bill, Hey. That books sounds interesting. Like a more pulpy ‘House of Leaves’ or something? Ha ha, and I could watched hours and hours more of ‘VV’. Well, maybe not that many more hours. ** shadeoutmapes🐌🏃‍♂️, Hi. I hate hot weather. Misery. It’s not hot here any any means, but the cold is starting to lose its chill, which is ominous. Well, yeah, a narrative with fault and unreliability is the goal. I guess that’s what I aim for since I’m basically stuck with narrative as a fiction writer. ‘Human articulation through verbal communication is really overrated’: that’s like a golden rule to me. I like being a writer who feels that way. I think it’s important. What you say about your feeling about crushes makes you sound sort of like the characters I like to create in my novels, although I’m sure it’s easier being a fictional person who feels that way than a real one. Yes, nail your thesis! That’s important. If I don’t interact with you before the blog goes back to the weekly posting schedule again for a bit, I look forward to see you soon. I’ll wave to the pigeons for you and see what they do, although I can already tell you: cock their heads. ** Right. Today I restore an old post about the Murder Castle. If you didn’t know about it, now you do. Well, should you want to. See you tomorrow.