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visual notations from the great book of walking # 2

visual notations from the great book of walking # 1

"the Assassinators" artwork

while sitting hunkered down in copenhagen, i finished the artwork for the assassinators record. it is gonna feature a really nice booklet with lyrics, thoughts on the subjects of the songs and a lot of drawings that relates to the matters.

the recording sounds dope and they are people with the heart in the right place, which is the left side of the ribcage. good folks, and i am really happy to be able to work with them.

above is a couple of samples from the booklet artwork.

the question is, do we liberate them before, or after we kill 'em?

they run the numbers and i shudder. estimated iraq death toll (march 2003 to june 2006) :

150.000.

more than 2 million refugees. but nobody can really point out the exact numbers, because, despite of what they want us to think, it is becoming more and more obvious that nobody has a clue to what the fuck is going on.

everybody knew it was a wasp nest. too much tension balancing on edge, a giant powder keg. and then, with muscle-play, instant fear, rapid preemptive strike, tactical genocide friendly-fire oil hunger.... it simply just blew up....and the wreck is still burning. and there is no way that anybody is going to fool me into believing that this is a controlled meltdown, no siree, i just aint buying that one, just as i aint buying any official claim about peacekeeping forces, common good and playing it straight. there is the things that they let us know, and we would be fools to be satisfied with that. there is so much dirty war going one that we will still be unraveling the yarns around the time the ice-caps melt...

but heellll, what am i yapping for, don't we all feel safer now?

now that the bad guys are out there in the night being hunted down by gun-wielding high-tech super-soldiers, the mighty hands of the coalition of the killing. knowing that secret high-security prisons exist makes me sleep safer. electric communication has me thrilled after hearing that every word i write is being saved by government servers. warrant-less wiretaps and no-trail deportations (to strange foreign places where you are bound with electrical tape, stomped and sat on, just for safe measure...) makes me wanna settle down and raise a family. safe. the secret police are taking names and numbers and it is all for our protection. us, we, the west. children of the devil-takes-the-last- mentality. putting the blood hungry war mongers in power in the first place. helping them to maintain their power by willingly walking along the dear old treadmill. wake work sleep. consumer friendly society with rapid-action services that all delivers so fast that you don't have time to earn the money to pay for the service that you don't need.

but it keeps us calm doesn't it? overworked, over stimulated. pacified. cable tv and ps3, pain killers and anti depressives, holiday in belgium. bring home conversation pieces and send me a postcard when you get there... but i wont be there to receive it, no, i will probably have gone all "walden" on you, or i will have bought that bullet proof vest and be on my way to fallujah, with my stupid water-colors.

happy fucking newyears everybody.

(saw an add the other day saying something like: "now, all by it self, the fish can take the elevator into the oven!" hoho, how real and horrifying that statement is. kinda sums it up....)

i curse the making of invoices and fear the taxman

no fun days, where i do all the boring stuff that needs doing, grumble and feel two steps behind with everything. paperwork will be the end of me.

well, gloomy-oh. here is a drawing of something nice and friendly.

back from the city where things goes boom in the night...

i am back in HQ, more or less rumbled, trying to reestablish base and get a handle on where things goes now. the start of this year has jumped me like a diamond tiger.

a bit of radio silence. i went off the wire for the last two weeks with no electric communication and ,alas, also no updates. gone to copenhagen to close the shop down for 2007 and wrap up the lose ends and last projects, and to find peace of mind, solace and general happiness. needless to say that i didn't succeed. but, nonetheless, CPH was a blast, in every sense of the word. for nights on end the local hoods hurled high-powered fireworks and the morning would find bits and pieces of infrastructure scattered across the streets. the mood was jolly, the wind tore through everything, the cops would come and then the kids would hurl fireworks after them. then there would be fisticuffs.

i hung with the scruffy anarchists that i call my friends and they received me warmer than i could have wished for. fireworks all around. demos in the freezing cold, with a portable bonfire and the usual suspects (who continue to amaze me with their energy and persistence.... for more updates on whats going on in the copenhagen underground go to http://www.ungeren.dk/, and check out the archive, it is too long a story for me to go into details now...)

i have been hiding out in a borrowed studio, not getting to catch up with as many people as i would wish to, but that seems to be the regular pattern. staying up late at night, talking, drawing and listening to charles mingus. getting out on the icy copenhagen streets to put up paper people with my fingers going numb and the wind blowing the posters and tobacco away. i laughed all the way past the smashed banks.

spend newyears eve with friends of mine who's child would, every time the rockets went up, run to the window and scream: "more! more! more! more!". and honestly, i think she nailed how i feel right now.

all in all it was a great end of a strange, magnificent and terrible year.