What People Are Saying About Penny

"I like to think of you as a high priced call girl that the unwashed masses can't afford--like Woody Allen's Whore of Mensa. It's not your fault that people offer $10 blowjobs on the street corner. It's not an insult if somebody doesn't buy your art." -Alexandra J Walters

"Once Penny was making her own silk thread, and a midget appeared. Before he could open his ugly mouth, without looking up, she exclaimed, 'Rumpelstiltskin. Now get the fuck out of here.' Fairytale Over."- Beth Featherstone

"Penny can push a needle through a telephone pole without a thimble." -Shane Blaufuss

"When a man asked Penny, 'What’s the meaning of life?' She looked at him for exactly 3 minutes, completely still, until he cried. That man’s name was Steve Jobs."- Beth Featherstone

"A demon from the pits of bitch cunt." -W.C. Hurst

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I'm internet stalking Richard Saja

Here's his newest piece, which unfortunately, will not be shown in it's intended venue.

The piece measures 10 feet long and 10 inches wide. The braille spells out this poem by Richard-
The Great White Milky Way
Oh, oh how i have sinned...spilled liquids similar yet of a far
greater multitude than those of Onan, one of only two, struck down by
his displeased creator!
Oh, my unborn children - you legions of tiny golems, each an infinite
possibility become impossible by my desire, I am compelled to address
you!
I have carried you with me always - a searing potential roiling within
- but ever so often, at the very least daily and sometimes more, in
fact, the burden proves too heavy and gurgles up to explode from me in
a white-hot and opalescent fuisillade, a genocide in a teaspoon. So
many, many expiring stains of silenced cries!
Oh, how the paths i have travelled i have soiled with seed, probably
enough to populate an island nation, and a rather large one, at that.
Yet, in my defense, how many more monsters has the world been spared?
How many saviors, masters or slaves?
A gift given too freely is so seldom appreciated, if i may paraphrase
the bard.
So then, unblemished in your potential, you in your infinite stasis
are the great cosmic chorus line. Your ranks ever-swelling -- thanks
to me! -- you wander the stars for all of a boundless eternity free of
care and worry, together forever in the ever-shifting ether, softly
churning in a pastel nebulae of unbecoming while i forever retain the
twinkle in my eye.
So yes, yes, I have sinned and in so doing you remain perfect and
unsullied, my unborn children and i've given you the greatest gift of
all - - that of absolute nothingness.
See you soon on the great, white milky way!

Check out his blog Historically Inaccurate for the skinny on why it was censored.

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