By His Majesty Queequeg's Request

Ratness cannot be rationalized - it can only be lived.

To that end, we present a tableaux of that which cannot otherwise be represented. Your eyes will bleed, but within our control group the test subjects' hemorrhaging eventually subsided.



(The Rat Bastard at Tom Smith's pre-b'day dinner, Decatur, April 8, 2006. The drinks hadn't quite kicked in, but the heroin suppositories were beginning to tickle.)



(Rat, ready for another keg run, sometime between 1:00 and 3:00 AM, April 9, 2006.)



(Rat records the next nine Squelchers albums while Brent - later punctured in a traffic mashup - lunges for the mortar and pestle. April 9, 2006.)



(In this great copse the ripening harvest of post-post-post-post-post-pre-post-noise theology awaits. Are you human enough to receive the word?)



(Rat talks to Ben Wolcott while TS, shell-shocked, recovers stage right from a brutal roasting. Decatur, April 8, 2006, just a block north west from the old Microgroove studio compound.)



(Okay, we zombified the snap in P'shop, but even with the exaggerated ugh-gradient you gotta admit these living dead overlords don't look a day over 999... Photo by C2, Decatur, April 8, 2006.)

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ommyth said…
We aim to displease, RQ.

Yrz in public soivus,

TS

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