doreyme

Mount Royal Trees, 20 x41, oil on wood 2007,

not a new painting...painted this last year, but was at friend's house + it was on the wall + I saw it with stone cold eyes...it's not in my memory bank at all...so saw it fresh...very interesting experience...alas, it's much longer than the pic shows.

what's the beef

It was the end of the world, cows were eating cows, skeletal cows with huge predator teeth, ripping each other open. And humans, crazy, addicted to the oily, yellow, rotting hunks of beef. A few resisted. Some shot themselves with some sort of anti-beef serum. To eat the toxic meat was sure death.

plastic toys

D had a meeting with a producer but his face was smeared so he had to go wash it. the producer met me and remembered me as the person who loved plastic toys. I was wearing a plastic broach I had made -- a big piece of foliage from the dollar store. I told her D was on his way and she said why don't you come to the meeting, I love your plastic toys. so we went to this place which was inside but was a big sand box, sort of, semi-submerged in murky water, full of really cool plastic toys. there were six or seven women of all ages sitting quietly on couches. I tried to call D but instead I got a woman from Rogers Canada who asked me if I wanted a Mercedes, I said no, I wanted to talk to D, then she hung up. I was getting bored waiting so I went to talk to the women who were really excited because I was going to give them a talk about expediency. I smiled and said sure, but for the life of me I couldn't remember what "expediency" meant. How was I going to talk about something I didn't know about?

I had to go to war the next morning, but I couldn't find my contacts. I asked everyone to help me but no one could be bothered. I already had a black eye, and my little red Zone glasses, reading glasses I bought for 20 bucks, were already broken. I was so mad. I had to go to war in the morning and no one was helping me.

suitcase

My mother met Michael Douglas and Farrah Fawcet at the airport. She asked them if they had room in their suitcase to bring me some stuff to Montreal. They must have said yes, because they rang my doorbell. I invited them in. They were very nice and I thought how am I going to get them and Michael Sarrazin together?

golden retreiver

golden retreiver ears, golden retreiver head, golden retreiver fur, little boy's face, with crooked teeth