Sunday, August 31, 2008

Bradley Chunk Critter are not for Children











They're happy
They're here
They're kind queer

Bleep
Bleep
Bleep

They're so cute
known as
a Bradley Chunk

They like to bump
They have a lump
They prey for hump

When they finely mate
Then smoke weed.
And fall Sleep,


Bleep!
Bleep!
Bleep!

After nine month
They have a baby Chunk
They feed they child with
Fresh grass
And
nut crunch

When the baby gets big
If they scape from hunters
They can make a more
Bradley Chunk.

Fuck!
Fuck !
Fuck!

Mix Media by C.L.DeMedeiros - 2008

1 comment:

ArtSparker said...

Love your work. I am going to send a link to some friends, so they can enjoy it too. You have remade some cliches of assemblage - who knew sardine tins could speak - I particularly like odd day in September (=seeing things in perspective?) and Uber Ego in the boxes. I like the verse which accompanies, i would say humor and melancholy go hand in hand. Recommend you look at the review here http://www.salon.com/books/feature/1999/11/09/scarry/
(about beauty and how it is Good for You)
and at this movie preview http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108069/

If you want to take a look at my assemblages, I have some up at mosanford.com