Tag: psychedelic

SIGHTS

The Charmin Bears Would Not Be Amused

X. Jupiter Hart

I was originally going to use my shiny new TikTok account as a showcase for my spontaneous poetry, but that concept lasted only for the first couple of videos. The more abstract and avant-garde creations of mine elicit more of a reaction from the Internet-surfing public, from the looks of things. Creations that will presumably become even trippier now that I’ve acquired Premiere as part of a bundle package with Photoshop. Had to do some tinkering around with the graphics card to get Premiere to work properly on Windows 11, but before long I had churned out the maiden GIF. I found myself promptly deactivating that Creative Cloud portal/updater doohickey that Adobe always installs on your machine when you buy one of these programs, though. That thing’s just a RAM whore. Mostly useless to boot.

On a completely unrelated note, this particular location has never had toilet paper. Ever. If you go number two, you must wipe your ass against the trees like the bears do it. But the beach is lovely.

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#summer #hiking #beach #beachvibes #psychedelictok #outdoors #outhouse #canada #fyp

♬ Three Friends – 2011 Remaster – Gentle Giant
SIGHTS

How To Do Graffiti Right

X. Jupiter Hart

This pretty much sums it up. All of these images were taken by me in two different cities sometime before the the world became ravaged with pestilence, using Little Jeannie who has since retired to the great network in the sky. But time and the death of my old smartphone hasn’t diminished their brilliance any.

I wanna be Pope just so I can have the Sistine Chapel repainted like this.
The Journey of SILVER BROWN

The Muse Kissed My Brain Last Week

X. Jupiter Hart

On an otherwise typical Thursday night, the sandman flooded my dreams with images of a manuscript that was half novel and half comic book. Every other chapter was written in comic book form, and people would wonder at the marvel of it. I’m not sure if I would ever do a writing project like that myself, but it’s an interesting concept to ponder at least.

Can’t remember what the hell it was about. The plot was completely forgotten as soon as I checked the notifications on my phone upon waking. All I remember is the main character was a fish-out-of-water everyman in the tradition of Philip J. Fry, and its world was populated by a race of diminutive humanoids who communicated entirely in Shakespearean sonnet. Vaguely resembling the creature depicted in the image below, but with a penchant for wearing stately phallic headdresses.