All this talk of obscenity, horses, Tennessee Williams, pee, transgression, distended goat anuses, and members of the clergy has awoken an artistic beast in me.
Said beast dug the pens and colouring pencils out of the desk drawer and (after a mere 10 minutes of frenzied work) came up with this minor masterpiece.
Those with keenly honed deductive senses will (if they can drag their bulging eyes away from the horse's spurting mickey for a moment) notice that the "canvas" is a postcard. Reason being – I'm sending it through the post. To myself. Using aliases for both sender and receiver.
Here's the cheery, and fairly innocuous, message from the reverse side.1
How many pairs of hands, I wonder, will it pass through before it returns to me? Will the faces attached to the bodies attached to those hands register shock, bemusement, indifference or delight? Might it be seized before it reaches its destination? Destroyed by censorious objectors or secretly smuggled home by a Naïve art smut collector? We'll see (or maybe we won't).
RE: The bishop's facial expression – not sure what effect I was going for here exactly. Looking at it again I seem to have given him a touch of weary (self-loathing?) listlessness. A jaded ennui brought on by one session of being pissed on by a (cartoon) horse too many. It used to be fun – now it's merely routine. Ho hum.
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That is a fantastic idea! I predict it will arrive safely and promptly the very next day with not an eyelid being batted nor sensibility offended. This being purely down the the mind numbing drudgery of the sorting staff who probably have to deal with Copropheliac Bishops and incontinent horses on a daily basis.
I wonder if the same could be said for international mail. Perhaps i’ll get the pens out!
Next, we’ll put a pissed-on bishop through the mail and see if he gets delivered.
devo, Get busy & get posting. Before long there’ll be detailed files on the Interpol database about “Finbar Lovecraft” and his jolly but depraved pal “Pilib”. Hell, you’re probably under surveillance already – just for thinking about doing it.
“Interpol HQ to Cardiff branch. Remove the deviant. I repeat. Remove the deviant”.
Green Ink, You provide the bishop (and the stamp). I’ll provide the piss.
fústar,
Given the tumescent nature of the horses mickey AND the outstretched tongue of the bishop, my instincts initially led me to believe that the dotted line represented horse spunk.
I’m ashamed to say I was wrong. It’s only piss.
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Great idea! :)
Postal workers of Ireland – I salute you (and your broadminded-ness). The postcards (Jess did one too – “I WANT YOUR COCK” in giant letters dripping in goo) arrived safe and unmolested.
We may need to ramp it up a notch. Will get to work on a fouler one. If anyone fancies receiving a durty postcard of their very own then holler. Only too happy to mortify you.
Hurrah!
I shall forward my address in New York. If you send me yours we can do a bidirectional transatlantic test.
Told You! Damn Apathy i tells ya!
Inappropriate postcards of Racism, The Prophet Mohammed and Children would be the ‘Axis of Obscenity’ that would truly put the censorship laws to the test. However, i’m not touching that one with a ten foot pole.
devo, That’s an axis I’ll happily join you in shoving away. Bernard Manning-a-likes and bejowled/besuited conservative American “commentators” have probably got 2 points of the axis covered anyway. Let’s leave them to it (like the pigs in shit that they are).
We’re all about messin’ with the head of “the man”. By drawing pictures of pissy horse cocks. Yeah!