Space Invaders

Let's hear it for Guillaume Reymond

mercy buckets man 'o sewer

Off to France. Any posts in the next week will be from there. I've got my French phrase book and I'm ready to kick some ass american style.

Make Superman Look like a Sissy

New Hobowilson ringer T-shirts now available. $15 donation to SYLHoF (support your local hobo foundation) or free with evidence that you've enlightened someone on the merits of Duchamp.

(If you by chance happen to see a graffiti version of this character in your town, we had nothing to do with it)

Punks not Dead (but still Ms. Understood)

non se·qui·tur -1. An inference or conclusion that does not follow from the premises or evidence.
2. A statement that does not follow logically from what preceded it. 3. primitive forms of communication between hobos

I used to write ridiculously precious letters to loved ones about all sorts of nonsense that occupied me in that particular moment. The task of making the letter seem cohesive was about finding links from one stray thought to another. "there must be some link, for my mind jumped from one thing to another!" I don't necessarily believe that, but in the same way I studied illusionistic painting for half my life, writing or painting or work seems to be geared towards making unrelated thoughts members of a devoted family. (following this train of thought, incest seems pretty natural)



I scrawled this on a piece of paper some years ago. the top "{"was for the new. the bottom "}" for the historic or what came before. The pleasure of things done in a classical mode is the subtle nuances of limited difference between the present and past. On the other hand, Punk (can one really say modern anymore) was just hanging in there by the tips of it's {. Punk rock, it's almost not music, yet it is by a few slivers of a {. It has just enough a link to what came before it to make sense, or have the illusion of sense.


we here at wecouldbeheroes prefer the punk mode.

catchin' up with the classics

Some Amazing album covers sent in by Mr. Horton.

Baby's got back

Hello gracious and shiny friends,

We're in a season of travel. Came back from DC today. traffic was smooth. 6 hours smoooooth. On the way down it was 10 hours. There's nothing like waiting in line for stale fast food at a rest stop to see how pitifully similar all human beings are. (we need food. we need to poop. we get thirsty. we all have cars. we're all caught in a private universe around family members, and we all get shiny chins from eating McDonald's french fries.) Would you like some fries with that shake for and extra $3.59? Yes?



At one of the many rest stops along the way, I think this was in Jersey, there was an over weight black woman bending over into the back seat of a four door sedan. By overweight, I mean 359 pounds plus, and one of those irregular figures where the top of the glutimous maximus ends in the midsection of the back. Her top was a little small so there was a gap, in Miracle Jackson style (see video), between the blouse and the jeans.



In this narrow expanse of flesh, somewhat reminiscent of Baja California, was the triangle of a thong. Utterly amazed at this Bermuda triangle floating in the middle of a back in the same way one might come upon a walrus flossing, I did the proper thing. I told Joy to turn around and behold this miracle. Ofcourse when Joy turned to look, she was caught looking by the miracle's boyfriend which resulted in the embarassment of my lady. Sunglasses have their advantages, but gaping mouths reveal what the the specs deny.

BTW, Burger King has a new Quad Stacker burger, with four patties, four layers of cheese, no veggies, and 8 pieces of bacon. If your not against inside information, i'd invest in dying truckers.