Tuesday
Feb152011
SUPERSONIC SHED DAY 10.. IS THERE A WORLD OUT THERE ?
Tuesday, February 15, 2011 at 03:28PM The events of the last two days have been very interesting. I spontaniously decided to put an advert out on facebook for a valentines date to share a meal in the Super Sonic Shed and had no idea who was going to turn up, as it was left in the hands of Latest TV to organise my date. I was getting a bit low on company and when the blind date arrived my eye balls popped out, travelled all the way to France, pressed themselves against the window of a kiosk at a petrol station, then bounced all the way back again.
The date was salacious and desirable and it was well worth sprucing up the Super Sonic Shed for the romance of a life time. Probably shouldnt reveal too much as the nights proceedings didnt all go to plan, in fact it was a disaster. Watch one of the up and coming episodes of Latest TV to get the low down.
I have realised some new things about life in the Supersonic Shed, if my toes touch the metal frame when I am trying to sleep, I react like a bear having a cocktail stick pricked into the end of it's nose. Not that I have ever tried or seen this, so please don't send in letters of complaint.
There have been some recent requests for my postal address, to send parcels so its now on the homepage. Bathroom curtain fell down today I was not a happy bunny, my penknife from the pound shop rescued the situation, unfortunately I had to pierce my zebra style bed cover with several holes to feed the camping string through.
The mattress has really had it in for me today and keeps collapsing on my head. My back is hurting and there was spilt wine last night. I need to have a spring clean and get the feather duster out. Sold a painting today, jumped for joy and banged my head on the bird cage.
New donated editions to the Supersonic shed are a cosmic fluffy pink pen, that lights up when the battery is working. And one daffodil in a neon tube. Madeira cafe came up trumps again and a bag of food arrived from the charity Whoopsadaisy .
It does sometimes feel strange accepting food donations when there are hungry people out there and I could just ring up to order a pizza. But this is a real challenge and a great way to observe the powers of manifestation. Don't want to sound like I am talking officer drivel, so wont go too deep into that one.
I keep finding myself having a quick nostril rummage then realising I am being filmed, my personal life is getting very much mixed into this equation. Someone came into the gallery today and the only thing he could think to say was
LOOK AT YOU !YOUR IN PRISON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO YOURSELF.
At first I was slightly peeved that he made an instant conclusion on my environment with judgement, but then got my head around the fact all opinions are opinions and that's all they are. The comments and opinions are reflections of many different personalities and that's about the size of it.
Toby's trippy sheep painting has now been replaced with an alpaca and it is staring intently at me. There is also a ram on a 50 x 50 canvas behind where the toilet is. I use the toilet at a different angle now as the ram keeps side eyeing me.
I think, I will use humans jumping over a gate to help me get to sleep tonight. LATEST DEVELOPMENT
The glockenspiel makes a perfect cross legged table to rest the lap top on.
The date was salacious and desirable and it was well worth sprucing up the Super Sonic Shed for the romance of a life time. Probably shouldnt reveal too much as the nights proceedings didnt all go to plan, in fact it was a disaster. Watch one of the up and coming episodes of Latest TV to get the low down.
I have realised some new things about life in the Supersonic Shed, if my toes touch the metal frame when I am trying to sleep, I react like a bear having a cocktail stick pricked into the end of it's nose. Not that I have ever tried or seen this, so please don't send in letters of complaint.
There have been some recent requests for my postal address, to send parcels so its now on the homepage. Bathroom curtain fell down today I was not a happy bunny, my penknife from the pound shop rescued the situation, unfortunately I had to pierce my zebra style bed cover with several holes to feed the camping string through.
The mattress has really had it in for me today and keeps collapsing on my head. My back is hurting and there was spilt wine last night. I need to have a spring clean and get the feather duster out. Sold a painting today, jumped for joy and banged my head on the bird cage.
New donated editions to the Supersonic shed are a cosmic fluffy pink pen, that lights up when the battery is working. And one daffodil in a neon tube. Madeira cafe came up trumps again and a bag of food arrived from the charity Whoopsadaisy .
It does sometimes feel strange accepting food donations when there are hungry people out there and I could just ring up to order a pizza. But this is a real challenge and a great way to observe the powers of manifestation. Don't want to sound like I am talking officer drivel, so wont go too deep into that one.
I keep finding myself having a quick nostril rummage then realising I am being filmed, my personal life is getting very much mixed into this equation. Someone came into the gallery today and the only thing he could think to say was
LOOK AT YOU !YOUR IN PRISON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO YOURSELF.
At first I was slightly peeved that he made an instant conclusion on my environment with judgement, but then got my head around the fact all opinions are opinions and that's all they are. The comments and opinions are reflections of many different personalities and that's about the size of it.
Toby's trippy sheep painting has now been replaced with an alpaca and it is staring intently at me. There is also a ram on a 50 x 50 canvas behind where the toilet is. I use the toilet at a different angle now as the ram keeps side eyeing me.
I think, I will use humans jumping over a gate to help me get to sleep tonight. LATEST DEVELOPMENT
The glockenspiel makes a perfect cross legged table to rest the lap top on.
10 DAYS GONE SO FAR .
Will I hold out ? Well that depends on whether or not the sheep stop staring at me. Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Two guys have just walked past the window debating as to whether or not I am real. I scratched my right ear just to help them out.
Goodnight
Reader Comments (1)
Maybe the reason I resemble a sheep is due to the fact I was brought up by them. I have fond memories of baaa family meetings up on the Scottish mountains, looking at different types of grass baaaa and munching it in the sunshine. The inside of a sheep's brain/mind revolves around baaaa grass and sometimes they can induce hypnosis within humans to use them as their slaves. What is reality, some say you the humans act like sheep, they do not realise that the sheep baaaa are controlling ewe for their benevolent purposes. We came from the planet Sheepus 5 and for one reason only, we intend to turn all the humans into walking beanstalks that crap out of your mouths and talk utter gibberish on every other Saturday. Long live the High Sheep Lord and praise him on our sacred day T'ewes day or suffer the eternal pilgrimage to Bognor Regis.