Omar Mung

Unsave yourself.

Dustin — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 01:20:08 +0000

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@omarmung Halloween TKO

Dustin — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 18:57:02 +0000

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

Vuvuzela, Ella, Ella…

Dustin — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 18:18:46 +0000

TheÂ 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 blastÂ MacGyver-ed from everyday ingredients, such is the sound of this instrument, the output of this tool. I kept theÂ 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?

Dustin — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 04:42:43 +0000

Sometimes, Sunday morning is for: Rapping.

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

Lyrics:
[The] cinema projector beam
dreamscape
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’tÂ 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:
StayÂ 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...]

AIDS (Color)

Dustin — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:26:00 +0000

Omar Mung for Monday, December 7, 2009.

Fish (Color)

Dustin — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 00:42:00 +0000

Omar Mung for Tuesday, December 1, 2009.

Just Step Out The Door

Dustin — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:38:35 +0000

It was all there, waiting for me.

A Map Of Atlantis

Dustin — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:17:35 +0000

Wake In A New Age

Dustin — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 08:05:36 +0000

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

You Know What A Turtle Is? Same Thing.

Dustin — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 02:54:31 +0000

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!