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This is my mug in my room In vienna that is my studio, exactly what I was trying to do when this pic was taken is anybodies Guess, Even my, since, I as far to often was heavily intoxicated and remember nothing from this session, (yes I think I have posted two earlier here in the same "series")

anyhow, as you can see alcohol and the fine-art of putting on makeup doesn´t match very well...

The plastic thing hanging in front of me, is a model plastic air-plane....

well, that time and space was not a happy period in my life, well I loved Vienna and I loved my wife... but still I wasn´t at ease with my self, I felt far to strained by the fact that I had to pretend to be a normal human, something I am not, perhaps that is what I am trying to do in this picture, getting in to contact with the real me? ...a pity that I always used far to much alcohol in that process?

Peace and Noise!

/ Mushroombrain a lousy drunk makeup-artist

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Café Frequenters Episode 227
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Hello Lizzy lisa!

...isn´t it strange Here I am at café Pelles smoking and drinking cheap coffee and in my hand I hold a bic-biro pen of the ballpoint type...

I think stuff, then somehow that goes by a wire inside my body tells my hand what combination of letters I will write on this free-postcard the letters for meanings that I think, different combinations for different words the words for sentences and abstract ideas and some concreter stuff too...

Then I buy a stamp and post it in a letterbox a blue one since it is local mail, then the letter passes machine and get sorted, and sometimes reach human hands sorting them sometimes by the sisters we know and sometimes by Heidy...

then the postman delivers the letter to (most of the time) the right address so if I send it to you, you or your dad will collect the letter, probably most often your dad, since you often sleep in to 3 o´clock then he hands you the letter, probably saying, oh another letter from that nutter you know! and then hands the letter to you...

then you drink your morning coffee and have a fag to that and you start reading the postcard or letter I sent you and when you read the words and sentences the go up by your wiring to that soft thing you keep behind that skull and skin of yours, since you know me quite well, I guess a voice similar to mine makes words in your brain and those words forms sentences and ideas, since you know me very well by now, the thoughts formed in your brain is probably quite close to the thoughts I thought...

isn´t it kind of cool when you kind of think of it?
...oh and by the Way the lady with purple hair is here today, such a pity Ines isn´t here, but Cluadette is she send you loads of love, she says she can´t come to Ines next party since, she will be in Belgium by then...

Take care my dearest piglet and dearest tiny and clumsy friend!

/ johnny the reflector

Description
This is my mug in my room In vienna that is my studio, exactly what I was trying to do when this pic was taken is anybodies Guess, Even my, since, I as far to often was heavily intoxicated and remember nothing from this session, (yes I think I have posted two earlier here in the same "series")

anyhow, as you can see alcohol and the fine-art of putting on makeup doesn´t match very well...

The plastic thing hanging in front of me, is a model plastic air-plane....

well, that time and space was not a happy period in my life, well I loved Vienna and I loved my wife... but still I wasn´t at ease with my self, I felt far to strained by the fact that I had to pretend to be a normal human, something I am not, perhaps that is what I am trying to do in this picture, getting in to contact with the real me? ...a pity that I always used far to much alcohol in that process?

Peace and Noise!

/ Mushroombrain a lousy drunk makeup-artist

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Café Frequenters Episode 227
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Hello Lizzy lisa!

...isn´t it strange Here I am at café Pelles smoking and drinking cheap coffee and in my hand I hold a bic-biro pen of the ballpoint type...

I think stuff, then somehow that goes by a wire inside my body tells my hand what combination of letters I will write on this free-postcard the letters for meanings that I think, different combinations for different words the words for sentences and abstract ideas and some concreter stuff too...

Then I buy a stamp and post it in a letterbox a blue one since it is local mail, then the letter passes machine and get sorted, and sometimes reach human hands sorting them sometimes by the sisters we know and sometimes by Heidy...

then the postman delivers the letter to (most of the time) the right address so if I send it to you, you or your dad will collect the letter, probably most often your dad, since you often sleep in to 3 o´clock then he hands you the letter, probably saying, oh another letter from that nutter you know! and then hands the letter to you...

then you drink your morning coffee and have a fag to that and you start reading the postcard or letter I sent you and when you read the words and sentences the go up by your wiring to that soft thing you keep behind that skull and skin of yours, since you know me quite well, I guess a voice similar to mine makes words in your brain and those words forms sentences and ideas, since you know me very well by now, the thoughts formed in your brain is probably quite close to the thoughts I thought...

isn´t it kind of cool when you kind of think of it?
...oh and by the Way the lady with purple hair is here today, such a pity Ines isn´t here, but Cluadette is she send you loads of love, she says she can´t come to Ines next party since, she will be in Belgium by then...

Take care my dearest piglet and dearest tiny and clumsy friend!

/ johnny the reflector