The Make Your Own Entertainment Thread

[somethingelseishere]

OK, just did! As extensions to my browser. Is that how it works?
I got the perma-brain fog. Derp.

[somethingelseishere]

Holy Snickerdoodles! I just clicked on a half dozen videos that I KNOOOW
usually run pre-roll ads and BOOOOM son, NADA!!

My life now has meaning.

[user328]

Yep. Just install and forget it.

I love how my smahtphone offers every variant of a word except the one I want.

Getting a rotary phone will solve all of my smahtphone problems.

[somethingelseishere]

Just as long as you don't lose the text-format-only Boston accent.

[user328]

The accent works as well on a real computer.

[somethingelseishere]

See, you workin' them text-to-voice kung fu's now. Elevation of tha gaaaaamme.

[somethingelseishere]

Seven-hundred miles. Three states. Two months. In 1991, nineteen bodies brought the
FBI into one of the largest manhunts in US history. The entire southwest ground to a near
halt. Firearm sales were up - from California to Alabama - no one felt safe. 
And they had every reason not to.

The nature of these acts, sick and depraved, spoke to a level of violence not often 
seen - even among the worst of crimes. It was as though dark forces were trying to 
bring the whole country to its knees. 

And in May and June of 1991 - that’s exactly what they did.


Bodies

Deviant
An Otherwise Calm Night
In the Cedars
No Man Could've Done This
Still Out There


A new five-part painting series. Rearing its murderous head, soon…

[user328]

I'm acquiver with anticipation!

[Guest]

Today I am thinking of mournful music , manifestos and crazy mo , plug that into your AI

[Mister Obvious]

Hmmmm...

Is it weird I can't really think of any mournful music right now?? Lol.

Sorry?!

[somethingelseishere]

https://imgur.com/a/7DKo5bD

May 7, 1991 - El Paso, Texas.

Soft streaks of amber pierce through the dark to bring another morning to the bad side of town. 

An old couch, cushions ripped - springs exposed, sits matter of fact in a filthy alleyway. 
Atop this heap - a most gruesome spectacle - a bound and partially burned body. 

Male. Caucasian. Possibly in the fourth decade of life. His night had been worse than yours. 
Genitals removed - lodged in esophagus. Eyes gouged out - inserted into rectum. 
Body cavity emptied - filled with plastic doll parts - sewn shut with fishing line. Nothing at random. 

Hanging from his neck - a thin scrap of plywood that reads: “I deserve this”. There would be many questions. 


This was the beginning.


"Deviant" - First in the five-part series 'Bodies' - Mixed media on plywood. My 116th painting.

[user328]

Sounds like a drug cartel hit.

[somethingelseishere]

We shall see. ; )

[user328]

I actually inferred that the story involves a bigoted attack on someone who doesn't meet the lifestyle standards of his community. A "you ain't from around here, are you boy?" sort of thing.

[somethingelseishere]

https://imgur.com/a/xL7cEWe


May 14, 1991 - Artesia, New Mexico.

Three minutes outside the city limits, on a stray gravel road, a burned-out car held secrets. 
Two charred bodies in the front seat - one in the trunk. 

The gas tank had been cut and welded back together. Inside were the severed heads, hands and feet 
of the victims. A shovel lay several yards to the right - its handle covered in dried blood. The acrid scent 
of burning metal still choked the air. 


One-hundred and seventy-five miles away…


"An Otherwise Calm Night" - Second in the five-part series 'Bodies'.
Mixed media on plywood. My 117th painting.

[somethingelseishere]

I actually inferred that the story involves a bigoted attack on someone who doesn't meet the lifestyle standards of his community. A "you ain't from around here, are you boy?" sort of thing.

Not to give any spoilers away but... it's not that.

[somethingelseishere]

https://imgur.com/a/BvzuvDB

May 28, 1991 - Tuscola, Texas.

The claustrophobic trail opened to a modest clearing amidst the densely wooded area. Five bodies. 
Secured to a long wooden bench by large rusty spikes - one through each thigh. Wrists and ankles 
lashed tightly with barbed wire. 

Each body decapitated, heads in their laps. The corpses were burned down to the muscle, the heads 
untouched by fire. Then, the eerie feeling of being watched. 

It was the heads - the eyes were still intact. With a closer look, a more disturbing element introduced 
itself - each forehead had a word carved into it. Those words formed a sentence: “We died for our sins.” 


A pattern was emerging.


"In the Cedars" - Third in the five-part series 'Bodies'.
Mixed media on plywood. My 118th painting.

[user328]

I want my mommy.

[somethingelseishere]

Spoiler Alert: 

It gets worse.  

[Mister Obvious]