PSYCH EVALUATION CARDS

The left over remnants of a missaimed side-swipe after taking a crap, where the front edge of the rectal extrusion  gets caught between the sticky moist surface of one's  inner ass crack and the wipeing motion of their dominant shit-cleaning hand;  then, breaks off, lodging   itself in between the cinching butt cheeks, only to be deployed at an embarrassing moment   (e.g, dropping   pants in a public restroom, gaping one's ass in the doggystyle position, or playing trickery on a Transportation Security O fficer as he spreads an ankle-grabber for inspection and  thinks he  has a winner)    On a Scale of 1-10, innocuously humorous to disgustingly offensive, where do you 'draw the line'?    If you 'draw the line' at 3-10, The American Psychiatric Institution suggests that you book an appointment with a Therapist, to discuss your latent 'anal retentiveness'......

  Shopping, online, with a friend that is decorating her infant grandson's new 'room'.....I noticed the preponderance of creatures, that would just make a meal of a baby, 'cartoonized' as lovingly cute 'friends'.....a talking, laughing shark; a T-Rex; a pack of 'cute' wild wolves; a lion-King; a cereal-selling Tony Tiger......So? The baby 'grows up' and is told, later, to fear all these Creatures......I did 'nix' the stork, in a top hat, carrying a diapered infant in its beak and a poster of a blue-eyed blond 'Jesus', seated on a jeweled throne, with half a dozen gratuitously Anglo-Saxon children (and one Asian, one Black and one Native American)......at his feet....."Pink would be a great color for the walls." I bemusedly commented........"NO!.....'it's going to be a BOY!", she replied......o.k......o.k....get the candy-eating reptile, then!

  I've been photographing the 'after drip' from my coffee-maker......that splatters onto the slide-out tray upon which the coffee cup once stood to receive the daily, mind-awakening liquor...Perhaps, I should take on 'coffee spatter reading' at Starbucks as a sideline to my other frivolities........or 'reading' the sprinkles on donuts......I've even considered....not very seriously.....printing some 'Tarot-ish Cards' with photoshopped java splatters....to utilize in 'Art Fare' festivities....or to Market, on EBAY, as 'fortune-telling cards'......There has Always been a big market for Prognostication Devices......

  Although I cannot remember the exact date that this photograph was taken....(printing info seen at bottom....from the obverse side of the original 'color' photo....before conversion to b/w and SX-70 format, later)   I DO remember the sequence of events during the day that the photo was made.....    Which signifies that 'that day' was traumatic enough to be indelibly filed away in some mental 'room' where it is connected by millions of neural pathways to today's 'me', still emeshed in the quagmires of past emotions.....Having spent a couple of days at Les Rencountres Naturelle, my cabin in Rabun Gap, I made the decision to attend a reunion of old friends at a Univ. of Ga's professor's home, just a few miles away....Cheryl Lowe Ferguson Ransijn, her mother...'Bird', her daughters...Lillian and Anneke and three of their friends, Bird's best friend, Cathy, and Bird's sons, John Wharton Lowe and Steven Lowe and his wife, Lois as ...

 

DO THEY REPRESENT "FREEDOM', "DISINHIBITION AND COMMUNAL AFFECTIONS"......OR JUST "POT-SMOKING, TRIPPING IMMATURE 'AGE OF AQUARIUS' LIBERTINES, NOT YET 'READY' FOR ADULTHOOD"  ??

    Attempting to deal with what should, I think, have been a simple, logical problem-solving scenario, I asked for 'advice' from some old friends.......Their advice was very 'political'......if you want 'this result', then you have to 'pretend' "this" or "that"....negotiate and barter....tit for tat.....A 'talent'...I shutter to think of this contrivance as either honest or ameliorative, as just the thought of these pretenses sets my nerves on fire....There IS a blue, cool, calm caught up in this largesse of hot emotions....so, I am 'instructed', that I should 'hide' behind the cool components, the fire that would immolate, like dragon's breath, any pedagogical advice from those who do not inhabit the encapsulated arena of my contestation and proffer Panglossian didactics from their own perspectives......I read, again, some R.D. Laing and Rollo May, for some more abstract/abstruse advice........in black...

       AFTER YEARS OF COMPETION WITH JIMMY OLSON AND LEX LUTHOR FOR CLARK'S ALTER-EGO'S FLYING-IN-THE-SKY AFFECTATIONS.......AND BEING STRUNG OUT ON NIGHTMARES ABOUT LANA LANG HAVING GOTTEN A FACE-LIFT AND MOVING IN ON 'THE ACTION'...... .. AND HER OWN SAGGING BREASTS HAVING BEEN CONTINUALLY RIDICULED THROUGH 'HER' SUPERMAN'S X-RAY VISION. .....HER OWN SELF-CONSCIOUS INTERNALIZATIONS HAVING BEEN CONTAINED BY HER OWN THICKENING SKULL.....THIS WAS, ALAS,  AN INEVITABILITY.......SHE REALIZED THIS AFTER NOTING THE HOTTER, YOUNG FEMALE REPORTERS, IN PETER PAN COLLARS, WERE OUTDISTANCING HER ON THEIR ELECTRIC TYPEWRITERS, WHILE SHE WAS JUST GETTING CALLOUSED FINGER TIPS ON THAT OLD 'MANUAL' AND RISKING A BROKEN WRIST ON THAT OLD ROYAL CARRIAGE RETURN LEVER.......ACTUALLY, WOULDN'T THE MAN OF STEEL HAVE PREFERRED THE TOUCH OF CALLOUSED FINGERTIPS, LOIS??       DON'T FRET, LOIS, LANA'S JUST HIS NEW 'BEARD'......NOW THAT THE MAN OF STEEL  ...