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Monday | December 7th, 2009

AIDS (Color)

Omar Mung for Monday, December 7, 2009.

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November 2nd, 2011

@omarmung Halloween TKO

November 1st, 2010

Title: My Costume is Called “You’re a Pedophile.”
Date: Halloween 2010
Media: Cardboard, t-shirt, marker, double-sided tape, string, EL wire
Glory: Everlasting

For Shame, Halloween 2010

Vuvuzela, Ella, Ella…

June 21st, 2010

The Orange Trumpet of Death was a little number I picked up way back in 1997. It was plastic, it was incredibly loud and it cost $2 at the Halloween store… it was irritation incarnate – the vuvuzela. Like the grain of sand no oyster can gloss in soothing pearl, like the truck-bomb blast MacGyver-ed from everyday ingredients, such is the sound of this instrument, the output of this tool. I kept the Orange Trumpet of Death close, knowing I had the dormitory equivalent of an atomic weapon, should I need it. And at times it was inconvenient to keep a giant orange horn around, but there is no going back. Like Alfred Nobel and his TNT, there is no way to put back this discovery.

This vuvuzela-packing-world is not the perfect world you might design, but it’s still your world. Embrace it. (And keep some earplugs handy.)

Oliver Oxen, I Presume?

April 25th, 2010

Sometimes, Sunday morning is for: Rapping.

Download: Record Club War Machine – Oliver Oxen, I Presume?

[The] cinema projector beam
swingin’ up the side of the empire state
in a space invader fall
you just kill ‘em all
and cut off their braids
you don’t resuscitate
or dance on their graves
in the gunsmoke haze
you sleep!
under satellite scars and shooting stars
flickering crown
blood and leaves rain down
on a pale afternoon
with a big-ass tat
on the middle of your back that reads:
Stay bumpin’ funky diatriabe
speeding through the skyways
off the map, Launchpad McQuack
Shanghaied, eyes, beak, feathers and backpack
yo some take this path, and some take that
cotton pickin’ minute in this tiger pit
animal slaveship
isn’t it funny?
Gene’s face, IMAP erased
this bandwagon seems late
three cheers!
Ollie, Ollie Oxen Free, man
beers, beers
i’m kinda weird at this point
feelin’, like, annointed
Icicle Jones, killin’ microphones
[walking through the...]

Just Step Out The Door

October 25th, 2009

It was all there, waiting for me.

A Map Of Atlantis

October 13th, 2009

Wake In A New Age

October 8th, 2009

A George Burns-type God! More wrathful, though.

You Know What A Turtle Is? Same Thing.

October 6th, 2009

Your fibers and bones, yeah sure, I guess they could all be Tyrell Corp. stock parts you’ve got there. Oh, dude, Dig this dream I had about this unicorn, man. Did I already tell y… but… wait… how could you know about the unicorn? Oh… OH, SNAP!

Your Master Has Left Me Here Alone In This Kitchen, Cat

October 3rd, 2009

A new bike ride friend said, ‘Hey come to the party,’ okay. But she had to go by her house first. ‘Restroom stop,’ she said. But now it’s just you and me, Cat. Murky water. Perhaps you have been lonely and she thought I looked like my petting was strong. It is, Cat, but you may never know, hunkered down in your cat-chow.

An Overnighter on the Couch

September 29th, 2009

I wish they all could be California COUCH!!

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