H.P. Lovecraft 'Cthulu' T-shirt.

     Nice shirt, eh?

     I wish I had one.

     This is a dish-towel rack.

     These are some flowers for some guy that died.

     My friend visited Cuba, and he took pictures of the sign of 'The Cuban Secret Police'.

     If they are so secret, why do they have a sign showing where they are located?

     I don't know.

     Meanwhile, here is one of my table displays at the bar.  Many of the paintings shown have sold, so I have to make new ones that will sell.
     That is not an easy task.

     This comes from some lesbian bathroom from a nightclub that my bartender showed me.

     It is kind of funny, I suppose.

     I don't like the line drawings much, or that the hairstyle is the same on both women.

     They seem to be wearing the same clothes, too.

     What are they, twins?

Benched Whale

     Originally, I had said, "Hey, there is a beached whale!"
     Then, somebody said, "It's a benched whale."

     haha

     Here's The Harpy falling asleep at the bar...

     She is an annoying woman, and only talks to me when no one else wants to.  I don't even want to talk to her because she never listens.
     It's never a dialogue with her, and always a monologue.

     Anyway, I looked up 'Harpy' on wikipedia, and she fits that word.

     Here is another annoying person...

    

     They call him 'Woody Woodpecker Laugh Guy' because of his laugh.
     I don't like him because he is a control freak, and always messes with the words on the chalkboard, wiping letters out to change meaning.
     He takes but does not give...ever.

The Frankenstein Mask

     We used to have a full-headed Frankenstein rubber mask.
     My father scared the bleep out of my younger, dyslexic brother one time, by laying on an ironing board wunderneath a blanket, and then raising up when my brother Danny came into the room.
     He cried a lot, and was terrified of that mask for years.
     We used to scare him with it.

     Finally, one day he realized it was just a mask, and no harm could come of it.

     He was sure scared of that thing, though.

     My brother Dan is dead now, and has been for years.  That is sad.

     I feel bad for scaring him with that mask for my own amusement and entertainment.

     Nothing I can do about it now.

     Some people think there is a heaven, and that I'll be able to tell him I'm sorry for doing that in the after-life, but that is just one big joke.

     It is now amazing to me that people believe there is an actual physical place of Heaven, and of Hell.
     Besides existing on a psychological level, I don't think there is an actual place you go to when you die.
    
     The same thing happens to you when a cockroach dies.  You just cease to be alive, and that is all, folks.

     Sorry to burst your bubble if you believe otherwise.  It's not my problem.

     And if you don't like my writing, don't read it.

     At least I can guarantee you my honesty, and that is more than others can promise to you.

     Anyways, thanks for reading.

     One of those days, I will have to look up that Frankenstein mask on the web, and post it here when I am not lazy.

     I can be very lazy.

The Mormon Zombies

     I was sitting in church one Sunday afternoon, and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to turn around during Sacrament Meeting to view the congregation.
     All I saw was a bunch of pallid, green-faced zombies, dead to the world.

     It was that moment which turned out to be the beginning of the end of my church going.

     It was what I felt.

     I didn't want to be like them, so I knew I had to leave.

     In fact, I had to leave, before it was too late.

     It was actually a long process before I left the Mormon Church, but I have not regretted it.

     Recently, I made a facebook post about my views concerning Jesus Christ, just making a joke of it all.

     One of my brothers didn't like my comments about two months ago, and I have not heard from him since.

     I mean, who cares what I think about Jesus Christ?  Religion is all made-up, anyhow.

     Anyway, the memory of seeing all those Mormon Zombies lingers on inside me, like a lurking terror.

Skeletal Chandelier

     Any person connected with Swamp Power would be proud to have this hanging from their ceiling.