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'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!
Bradley Chunk.
Fuck!
Fuck !
Fuck!
Mix Media by C.L.DeMedeiros - 2008
1 comment:
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
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