Behold, ye, the poignant, yet magnificent, splendor of Korean sculptor Hyungkoo Lee‘s soul-chillingly beautiful Animatus Collection.
From the ethereal elegance of the Geococcyx Animatus…
To the cunning, resolute malevolence of the Canis Latrans Animatus…
This is a collection destined to haunt your nightmares, and to distort and pervert your formerly peaceful daylight hours with waking dreams of senseless violence, of constant pointless striving, of meaningless ambition thwarted, always thwarted, and, most of all, the gaping, inarticulate silence of the void.
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Wow. Those are dramatic. I’m simultaneously amused and disturbed. And find myself wondering how resilient the Canis Latrans skeleton would be to the impact of a falling anvil.
Apparently, infinitely. I believe these life forms to be silicon-based, rather than carbon.
There was a cartoon painted on a condenser tank in the engine room of my dad’s ship: Wile E. standing confidently, his foot firmly on M. Runner’s neck, and the caption, “Beep Beep my ass.”
Ah yes, the fantasy capabilities of the American military have long outstripped their actual capabilities. And now they’re chasing him in the desert of Iraq.
Like I always tell my younger co-workers (to blank, uncomprehending stares): Nixon was a sociopath, liar, thief, scumbag and enemy of the people, but he understood the difference between power and force.
This is true; he was a student of football.