seems like a cool premise.
a dead town. brought to life with paint.
Archive for the ‘Death of Inanimate Object’ Category
?Banksy town [non stencil]
July 27, 2010work got you thinking about it?
July 27, 2010do it virtually. if you dare. and only if you can put up with the “why did you de-friend me on facebook” conversation you will have to have with ‘Sally pretendsto eatssushi’ Jones.
I am only days away. Click to commit
sorry one more. too cool not to post.
July 27, 2010With my lunch break coming to an end I found this on Plaid Speaks’ Archives
Lego. What can it do for your nation.
first a kitchen, then some other shit I can’t remember now building restoration, new I shouldn’t have traded mine for a VCR {VHS} no less.
Passing thyme
July 27, 2010
They didn’t have a chance.
July 5, 2010don’t frown upon them.
they were poorly.
un loved (or possibly loved and accidentally drop from a lunch box)
^They were an odd couple, the ‘Repainted TV Cabinet’ and the ‘Long card board box’, but it worked you know. But they just couldn’t do it any more. They wanted closure, either send us to the garbage, do a council pick up, or recycle us they exclaimed!, but alas no one could hear them. Because they couldn’t really talk. So it came to this. Jumping of a colour bond fence ending their imperfect life. Function-less in life, even more function-less after life.
^Lying motionless on the footpath. Rotting corpse dried by the early morning suns rays and then chilled by the deathly cold ‘Sydney in July’ Wind. All it wanted to do was be on a sandwich. This Avocado was an underachiever, and feel from the lunch box it called home. Was this a desperate attempt for more attention than just being the ‘good fat’ lunch spread that only %50 of people liked?
We will never know.
Fomite Suicide
July 1, 2010I have walked past several different lifeless objects and couldn’t help feel sorry for them.
They all look so sad, and end up in positions that do not flatter the end of their life.
Used up, no longer useful, these poor washed up irrelavent objects have lived their life. There is no longer a purpose.
Did the owners decide to throw them out? or did the machines in their depression decide to end it?
rest in peace. inanimate objects.
poor glove never had a chance, used and abused
