The 'definitive' Binnerva Studies document.

 

We've got to be pinching ourselves that the character of Binnerva Marfin-Tacksul is based on a progenitor race of Common Todds. They are said to not become depleted by the wind which is to be expected in a desert arena. Certain of our caregivers relate an account of prodigious slamming of dimpled cups while the phantom boys seek direction in a way which invites any kind of wreckage from implicating a Rector who enters our bungalow for a ride into town. We give each of them a stolen key which unlocks a sunroom door in the back of our least pleasant field. There they will find a ring of carpeted tunnels which open out into the last breezeway to be decorated with plaster icons of traditional personhood. All the veinage is intact and kept liquid to prepare for oncoming particles. The study of electrons is not to be fooled with unless one is keeping company with the older founders of the Junger Dineastes.  Then you can ask that your own hair be admired, even imitated, if the price accords with the expectations of this type of launch.

Each time a Binnerva has been catalogued in recent years, I have sent my daughter into hiding on the Warner Bros. lot. She found that by withholding prestigious co-hab segments from those dreaming up the marching orders for a legendary foe, she could steal herself for a minor dispute with an uncontaminated opponent. It helps that she reminds people of the kind of person will only appear to pretend to not disagree. In reality her hand can be remarkably steady if portions are controlled for solvency of abreaction. I know from my own experience that her hellish stare keeps uniformed bystanders occupied with guidelines set by a secret committee and marshalled into notorious effect through brimming enthusiasm. I think you've read my mind. It shows on the eyelids. Nothing like that ever lies, despite what some may have told you.

We plan on barging through a frontier capsule and strewing fenicular placemats in the direction we face to avoid memorizing dreary testaments to luxury condo demolition. Their one hope is that our piecemeal amplification will allow felicitous minstrels to seal our bow. No one can be certain whether of if the dream of sugary transcranial bastards can tweak the internal controls into summoning pendastronal steer-flies. The brim should be adjusted for maximal foam. Without that, our semi-permeable membranes could be in for a tough go of it. We will send a person in our stead if it come to that. Please prepare a book for this purpose. Any colors must be approved in advance. Our name cannot be relieved until any of the auteurs get here. Now, all bands can slip our plantlet. Sound is optional. Smell.

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Truth-in-Exhaust Measures in Play.

 

The sundry, Daymer-Day exhaust measures we've been warned to take are coming true, even now, at a moment of special time. For myself, I brought the pieces I've written about before here, to stand in a place of great honor. No one can be expected to benefit unless even the wiliest rascal who has become involved is taken in hand and given a bizarre ultimatum. The maturity level of our average member is already climbing on a monthly basis after warnings are given, absorbed and rendered obsolete by newly arisen crises which people talk about with great unease. Even the special coat, which I wear under less than trying circumstances, is now balanced between coming and growing, all the while taking up valuable space as our timeline approaches a 'zebra' moment. Is it too soon to take a leak?

The pages describe a difficult transition and are re-written in an archaic variety of Dutch Hebrew. That being said, we are finding coöperation in the silliest of locales. Our team is comprised of sub-teams, each of which rides through their own section while taking notes which cannot be shared widely without sacrificing our Epictiple Mandate. Not one of us  would think of applying for an alternative scenario unless we thought it unwise to sustain a dying protocol of courtesy and overbroad faith in our plastique kenmarck. Laugh if you want, but please be ever so still when daring to compare the struggles of our junkier sanit-wads with the hyper masculine reflexive nabobs and their cozy ideas of 'truth under pressure'. Sure. But will you?

Now we intend to grasp the apex of reasonability and spray force in ungiven dissections. Our balms to a peasant tradition continue to be traduced on a day-in, day-out basis. Plumbing the shoals of an ennobled precision will no longer suffice to wreak kapoks on a newly appreciated glacial whimsy if our Grand Utica Emerald is to be profaned at a carpeted source-code fleamont. It stares us directly in our spastic faces and brings the soap a-boil with the best of our riding stares. Some will help the little ones get started on their own. The rest will transfer to a split-built, camera-ready diagonal barb. The coating will strike the strident ones like a justified barn in the chirrup of a fractured density. If anyone is likely to bend toleration to suit the knee of a lovable housewife, it will be my divorced manager of three sullen migrants. They don't imagine anyone else could be called, what with the drainage plan we've begun to enact. All of it is ripped into pretty shreds. Colors are suspended for one month. Yes.

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Will It Work?

 

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Something you need to know about a very important woman in my life.

 

The woman who would one day go on to become my third wife is, just now, sitting with her ample legs crossed on a stool in a corner near a town where folks of my religious persuasion are forbidden from owning multiple devices for fear that we may try something untoward and all-encompassing, yet ephemeral and sophisticated. As she sits and plays little games with herself, her next-of-kin and their reliably overweight caretaker, I resolve to take my good, sweet time to introduce a revolutionary product-line into what passes for a blatant case of expansionary exhaustion. In years to come, I will needle her ceaselessly and she will respond by endeavouring to espouse a vile lifestyle of vagrancy and deceit. No one will--or would!--imagine to what lengths I went to have her incarcerated while there was still time.

Now that our three insipid children are fully grown and endowed with scarcely believable origin stories of their own, we both feel it would only be right to see their wizened visages inscribed on several pieces of old burlap taking up space in our frightfully cluttered garage. I've told her more than once that this won't be the end of it. Her reaction? She just stands there like it was something she ate. I, in turn, go my own way and and vow to never return to a nondescript street in a moderately sized neighborhood a few miles from where our beloved poodle, Sherry, caught rheumatic fever and tragically passed away.

The activity coming in through the window on this torrid Summer evening reminds a few of those who withhold their ascent at all cost of a time in the earlier years of this Century when the demands of holding one's own took a toll rarely seen when 'relapse' was the byword of the day. I took to spelling it out in graphic detail over the fetid recusal of quite a few of their unkempt number. They slapped me with an injunction so fast, it'd make your head spin. But that's not why you decided to give me the 'what-for' in the first place, right?  No! You had this not-so-funny idea that stuff like this would make you look, somehow, 'big', right? And then I would go with you into 'that good night' and all would be forgiven, right? Well. Could you please arrange to have some of her things sold off before anyone gets back? It won't take more than a moment or two and then you can pursue an alternate field of study. If I had my way, no one within a hundred miles would ever know a damned thing about some of the complaints I've gotten. Don't bother to say 'thank you'; it'd just remind me how disingenuous you are, especially when I'm sitting on the john.

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Erroneously published memorandum.

 

The separate parts will each be locked inside their own containers. For my part, I will abide by the formal agreement. If anything is to be jettisoned, we will see to it that not subtle inclinations will be subordinated to the welfare of a precious few. If remains our intention to participate without reservation even while we hold ourselves aloof from any further questioning by regional authorities. As walking on pre-ordained lines becomes ever trickier, the depiction of forbidden items in confiscated materials is a topic of renewed speculation but shipping studs still occupy our vandalized hotel study groups. The ignited flashpoint turned out to be the last moment when any spread of eviscerated conquests could reasonably be expected to put an end to slapdash entertainment options offered to youthful offenders by the communal decoy.

If I hold the final load of wanderers in my tropical compound, my expectation is that I will be told to 'ratchet down' the feelings which typify our langorous elite. Normally they would send a short note my way and I would make do with the kind of work-around which has sped us past checkpoints in bygone days. I approach my solemn duties with a grace and a cussed flatulence once unheard of during my former years of 'palace intrigue'. If I could ask you for one small favor, what would it be? It is all of our interests to give a day or two to come up with an answer that you would be proud of. However, since my terminal diagnosis, it's in the interests of all 'bad actors' that you submit what you can, in writing if needs be, and we can all place our hopes in the transparent sovietization of our people on the inside. What gives?

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The book.

 

So, you may be wondering, gee, can I order this? Sorry amigo; no can do. Printed a certain number, gave some of 'em to friends, who ironically enough, would NEVER, of their own accord, look at this blog.

What's in the book?  Fifty-five of your favorite pieces along with interspersing Gallery pages with new images not in my other two art books (can't order those either, sorry) on 203 lush artbook paper pages.

If anyone indicates such in the comments, I'll post some pics of inside pages, not that I'm expecting that, of course,... but still...

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Trend Allocation Cynex.

 

It is not to be treated like a trend approved by persons who fail to get either 'in' or 'out' of the way. Their sediments will settle as they always have, like tried and true particles to be flicked away at some distance from any old over-producing bog. Instead you will see a third one, then a fourth. I will be near you to hold one of your hands while the other one is shifted away from the visibility of those who prevail in our section. This gives us a voluntary movement pro-cast, because in this version you will play one of our tuckered out Sales Associates. I will pretend to watch you urinate underneath an out-of-date wallhanging and challenge you into facing a grove full of partially occluded Futility Slamps. It may not go easy from there, because any of the clods who link to my activities page are already up in arms about our party on the 14th. You should say you'll be there or there could be some 'unexplained' anterior moisture to vex an already stressed claque. Yes, they've never had it up to here like this during a day in the not-so-recent past. Could you blame them?

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