Omar Mung

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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

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 [...]

Sunday morning is for: Rapping.

There’s a whole song here to download. For real.

It was all there, waiting for me.

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

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!

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 [...]

I wish they all could be California COUCH!!