This is NOT for sale

This here is a very rare photo. In order to get this, you have to be in this exact place at this exact time to even capture such an astonishing photograph. Not to mention the night-time scene makes it more bad ass. I will be selling prints of this for no less than 1 grand each. CHA CHING.

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Dear Journal,
I finally got myself a web camera when my cousin drove me to the Big R today. I have taken a lot of really rad pix with it. When I find a place to download them onto the world wide web I'll share them with you guys. Sorry for the delay!  The attached photo is me mixing a hot track that I know you all will think is just off the charts!

More to come!,
DJ Cool-ice

Can't jump the fjord without pogo shoes

Date isn't permanent so don't rush to the Home Depo to return the pollo set you just bought for the May 15th weekend just yet. Open for suggestions if this is a bad time for everyone who matters

42 inches of 3 eye union

#1 strong man

True grip challenge!!!!!





Preparing


Feeding the machine



Supreme tensil strength






Super hero grip. I knew it

Cleaning out the Iphone

Here's the thing... I recently realized that I have WAY too many photos on my phone. Know what that means? SPRING FUCKING CLEANING. Instead of tossing them into the trash can icon, I figured I'd share a few... and then throw them in the fucking trash.

Enjoy.

The June Cat Silly Hat! While fashionable, the June Cat Silly Hat is not compatible with rain and moisture. Dry Clean only.

Eye fucking cookies from across the room. The Chips Ahoy feel like nothing more than a piece of meat. Keep your chin up, Chip. She doesn't know you the way I do.

How the fuck do you think stupid lumberjacks lose limbs at their job? Probably because of shit like this. Stand on wood and chop it. GREAT RECIPE.

Straight legit. No? oh. Never mind then.

Notice our compass straws? Pointing to the North. While only retailing at $29.95 each, I say they are well worth the money. In this photo, Tony gets an accurate reading.

Jake breaking the sound barrier from yelling about something dumb.

Dolly Parton eats at that place. No joke.

My boogies don't taste good

BUSTED.

MonDayFunDay

The past week has been interesting as the semester is coming to an end. I also had the opportunity to visit the doghouse this weekend, which will be apparent by the end of this post.

Rainy week.

I always get thirsty before giving a speech.

Sailor Jerry pulled my sleeves up.

This sign was posted in the hallway on my floor here at school.
Do NOT let her in.

I somehow found myself sitting on a porch at a random house drinking beer.
I didn't know anyone, nor did my friend I arrived with (Everyone had left)
This photo went through some severe editing in
order for it to be visible due to lack of light.

Quiet evening in the Doghouse.

I peered out from the doghouse windowsill longing for excitement.

Action shot from the Mysterymobile.

Joel's usual Sunday ritual. Keep on keepin' on.

Untitled

Interesting night / weekend. This photo is evidence.

Sincerely,
C-purv

Neeeeeeews flash!

At 8:15 am last Saturday the "3 Eye Union's" Joel Janiszyn fired back on alleged indecent exposure and "distasteful" paraphernalia accusations aimed at him from members of his blog group. After opening the conference with a side splitting joke to the press he was quick to get down to business and explain how an innocent arrangement of household goods can be manipulated in to looking like something obscene.

"I was sick... my fucking nose was runny", said Janiszyn. "Christ, I blow my fucking nose and put sunscreen on my tattoos and next thing I know... I look like a fucking creep. Not to mention, jerking it with sunscreen would probably be a very uncomfortable endeavor."

After answering questions from the press, Janiszyn concluded the conference by saying "fuck the haters."

There is still no comment from the members of his blog group that brought the attack of Janiszyn's character to the mainstream.

Lonely nights at the doghouse

I think the remote was there for the emotional support.


Saline solution? Wacking it so hard you get devil eyes?

Joel the world wants to hear the truth!!!!!

Am I the only one in touch with my higher-self?

"Let me get that caramel drizzle stuff!"

"Its funny, that we're here. Here of all places. What a strange house this would make...can you imagine? Ha. I know you're feeling the way I do....although you try to pass it off. Ah! Confirmation. Now I know you feel the way I do... I still think I'm miles ahead of your level. It all starts to change. It's blurry....it's very fast paced. Nausea...sweating. I'm weak and sick.... how are you not? The faces change... when you look at me I see your face elongating, your eyes change position. I can't help but feel strange looking at you. Now he's pacing back and forth. He's just trying to keep his head together... I see the two worlds, the good and the evil. We as humans are naturally put on the good world. It is by our choice and freewill that we choose to go the evil world. I hate it here in the evil world... I have no idea why so many choose to come here... especially regularly. You people are not my blood...not someone I've known the majority of my life. We are in the evil world. What would stop you from killing me? I'm frightened and try to play it off like i'm not. You believe me. Where is she? She was supposed to stop by for a minute...now I need her to rescue me from the evil world. The faces keep changing, more and more evil things progress. The sounds I hear in my ears nearly make me throw up. Finally she's here but I can't let her in... I don't want to leave the room. Someone else let her in. She talks loudly and it hurts my body. Don't stare at me...I feel so intimidated... I see your face slowly go from someone I know to a demon I don't. I hear a loud thud... now I know we are in the same place. A bad place. I feel the beams of energy crashing into my body, I am their target. I can only see through a sheet of glass with jailbots face flickering on it. I am jailbot! I need to leave. Get me home... take me somewhere safe... I can't be here.

The outside is neutral. Not good, not evil.... purgatory. Roads shift, everything winds around each other. The small round people standing on your dashboard make me annoyed. They taunt me and I just choose to ignore them. I hear your evil stories. Don't remind me of where I am...your stories only amplify the bad feelings. Go in the gas station and pick me up some cigarettes? I'd rather not even move. I see the building...the people.... she counts money, they look at donuts. It turns into a "little people" toy playset. This is an example of something from the good world. It won't last though. Flashes in the sky. Lights or planets exploding light years away?

Finally...home. It's not the home I like though...I'm still in the evil world. I lay down trying to pass out. This is the feeling you go for!? THIS IS THE LEVEL YOU TRY TO GET TO!? I can't imagine.... the stories you tell me I can vividly see in my brain. So warped.... so evil... why would anyone want to do that. You were in such a bad place you had to throw up in the middle of a housing edition. All from shooting up.... I can't believe you would do that. Purge. Rid my body of all of this. It doesn't help. I close my eyes but can still see. A cows head on a stick coming out of a small machine. Reminds me of a Picasso. Your touch makes me nauseous, too much to handle. I need to pass out. As "evil" as the good world may seem at times.... that is all I long for."

Octopus with a passion for filming...

This was an actual story headline on RT.

The "23 people including police officers killed in suicide bomb etc...." Only makes the scrolling news on the bottom.


Don't get me wrong though, RT is the best mainstream news we have left.

Happy Birthday, HItler!

Today is April 20th, 2010 which means... Hitlers Birthday!

Happy birthday ya ol' boob. You have many achievements to be proud of including the continuing race for a new world order, the intentional dismantling and control of alternative forms of energy by NASA,  Automotive, and Oil companies. And not to mention you even got the European union you were holocausting (that is my word) for.


Its a time to celebrate with cake if I ever did know a cake celebrating time!


Cake for everyone!!!

Don't be sad Corporal, Theres enough cake to go around! You deserve it - what with all the killing of those dangerous iraqi children. I heard they bit a soldiers ankle plum clean in half once!

See!? Nothing to be sad about. There is still cake to be found in hitlers wimpy facepubes so get in there soldier! Make America proud. HOORAH

If it tastes a little salty, thats just because Hitler finished his daily bowl of Jew Soup! A little got into his stach but it comes out before the end of the day usually.  A whole bowl of jewsoup ... AND THEN A CAKE you ask?  Hitler was known for a grumbling and demanding belly, if you must know.

Here are some random photos (and a video) I've taken over the past 7 days or so.

Cinco!


I took this only moments after dominating these fruit snacks.


New art piece I'm working on, not sure how I feel about it.


Finally got my hands on my grandmother's record player.
I can finally put my vinyl to use.

Oh you know, just layin' around.
(Burnt a hole in my jeans recently, unfortunately)


Another perspective from last Friday


Took this one a while ago, felt like it was blog worthy

This is a guy I saw on an oversized uni-cycle.

Some of this, some of that

Weekend has come and gone. Good times were had. I'm tired and do not feel like making a fucking list of shit that happened. Just believe me, ok?

A few photo examples:

I found this painting of a handsome man holding a pandora box

Drunk food at 4:30 a.m. Email me for my special recipe! (it'll cost ya though. My omelets are that fucking good. No joke)

C-purv getting adventurous at the flats. Sailor Jerry for 11.50!!!

Tony trying to be all "witchy". "THAT AINT NO BROOM, HOMEBOY!"

New one. Get it get it.

C- "Eric Clapton" Purv jammin some chords while the harmonica duo battles through the chilled night air. Wow, that caption kind of sounds like a sweet song. Don't steal those lyrics, those are mine. They shall be trademarked by tonight, don't even think about it.

420 Episode of tim and eric was ace. Tomorrow is 420....which means sitting in the doghouse listening to the flying lotus radio show. Anyone want to join? no? Well I didn't want you there anyway.