Hillo frens 

Nuclear baptism

 Trash art blessed my path and my lens of my camera during a brisk day in winter of 2022.  Street Photography X trash art X gif 

Deerly  Dep.art.Ed 

On the Conner of HAMilton and CHEEsar Chavez Ave.   lays a sliced well  dressed loaf. 

  Open -faced 

dear reader, to cast aside your doubts and
embrace this work of art for what it truly is:
a masterpiece of the highest order, a
shining example of what can be achieved
when an artist dares to push the boundaries
of convention and embrace the true
essence of their subject matter.

Ah, behold! The one that has left
countless speechless, the uncanned spam
loaf, the epitome of minimalistic art! Never
before seen the raw and
unadulterated representation of the liminal
experience captured in a single object.  

The brave decision to strip away all
extraneous elements and leave us with just
the essence of spam is a testament to the
vision and skill. The unapologetic simplicity
of the form and the muted color palette
speak volumes about the emptiness and
banality of our modern lives.

The texture and shape of the loaf are so
evocative, with its mysterious bumps and
ridges suggesting a hidden depth that
invites us to explore the unknown. It's
almost as if the artist has managed to
capture the very essence of spam itself,
distilling its essence into this one perfect
object.

let's talk about what really makes this
artwork special - that vibrant light that's
vibing towards the subject. It's almost like
the spam loaf is a magnet for this energy,
drawing it in and transmuting it into
something else entirely. This is not just a
work of art, folks, this is a spiritual journey!
And don't let the simplicity fool you. This
artwork is a masterclass in subtlety, using
minimalism to its fullest effect. Every curve , 
every bump, every crevice of that spam loaf
is imbued with meaning and significance.
This is not just a loaf of meat, people, this is
a symbol of the human condition!

So What are you waiting for? Do you want to
live in a world devoid of "bad vibes"? Do you
want to miss out on the chance to own a
piece of art that will change your life
forever? I didn't think so! Come on down
and get your hands on this piece of magic
today!

Bad vibes  only

The pride of working late and having supper on the table while your favorite sitcom is about to air tonight.  ‘Sorry, babe , It is just business.”

Working late again huunnny. 

8BIDOU

A shocking tale of a shoe dangling in a city. The suspense …..

A little closer to H̸̰͍̽̑̉͝è̶̬͝a̸̟̣̬̳̗̫͙͆v̶̡̧̪̥̈̃̾͒ȩ̷̨͇͇͉̘̒́̍̚͝ņ̷̞̈́

Hic et Nunc

With Flashing brilliance, Welcome  to the Bloc! 
Ascii x petscii x dos x glitch x gif 

To the bone 

Versum

The crows were celebrating  as I walked down the street and offered a slice.  The sprinkles were delightful and the cake was moist .  What a wonderful murder. 

Dessert down 3rd. 

Grounded

"Art cops" are not your ordinary police officers. They are a group of avant-garde artists turned law enforcers, who take it upon themselves to protect and preserve the artistic integrity of their community. But on one fateful Sunday, their weekly BDSM party with spam and bad vibes went awry.
It all started when Officer Jackson, the leader of the group, suggested they add a little "spice" to their usual party routine. "Let's incorporate some performance art into our play," he suggested. The rest of the group agreed, and soon they were donning leather masks and wielding paintbrushes alongside their usual kinky props.
But as the night went on, things got progressively weirder. Officer Johnson started reciting beat poetry while spanking Officer Garcia, who was wearing a tutu and a gas mask. Officer Smith tried to play a didgeridoo while suspended from the ceiling, but ended up falling and knocking over a table of Spam sandwiches.
The neighbors were not amused. The police were called, and the art cops found themselves on the receiving end of a stern lecture from the local authorities. "We appreciate your dedication to the arts," the police chief said, "but please keep your performances indoors and out of sight of the general public."
The art cops nodded solemnly, but as soon as the police left, they started planning their next performance. "I think we need more cowbell," Officer Jackson said, and the group burst into giggles. They may have gotten a little out of hand, but they were still determined to push the boundaries of art and pleasure. After all, isn't that what art cops are for?                        



As the art cops recovered from their wild BDSM party with spam and bad vibes, they couldn't help but notice something strange happening in their office. The fax machines, usually dormant on a Sunday, suddenly sprang to life and started spewing out pages upon pages of meat.
"Hey guys, you gotta check this out!" Officer Johnson yelled, as he held up a stack of papers covered in what looked like raw chicken breasts. The art cops gathered around the fax machine, trying to make sense of the bizarre situation. They checked the paper tray and the ink levels, but everything seemed to be in order. It was as if the machine had a mind of its own.
Suddenly, one of the pages started to move on its own. It writhed and squirmed until it transformed into a tiny meat creature, with wriggling tentacles and a gaping maw. The art cops gasped in horror as more and more meat creatures emerged from the pages, filling the office with the stench of rotting flesh.
Just when things seemed like they couldn't get any stranger, Officer Smith had an idea. He ran to the bathroom and climbed onto the toilet, which had always given him a strange feeling of deja vu. To his amazement, he fell through the bowl and into a swirling vortex of color and sound.
The other art cops peered into the toilet bowl, unsure of what they were seeing. They could hear Officer Smith's voice coming from the depths of the portal. "Guys, you won't believe this, but I think I found the source of the fax machine meat!"
The art cops exchanged a nervous glance, wondering if they should follow Officer Smith into the unknown. But before they could decide, the meat creatures started to swarm, closing in for the kill. The art cops had no choice but to follow Officer Smith into the toilet portal, hoping that whatever lay on the other side would be better than the meaty horror they were facing.
As they fell through the portal, they could hear the meat creatures screaming in rage behind them. It was going to be a long day for the art cops, but they were ready for whatever weirdness the universe could throw their way. After all, that's just another day in the life of the art cops.

BDSPAM 

 An Alternative  Digital experience.   A waltz between man and machine . Welcome to the dance floor .   {not associated with Hormel} but wouldn’t it.

Adventures of art cops and SpAm invaders.

Trash was always celebrated ,   Don’t be a square or a container . Party on this  twenty second day of the seventh month of   two thousand twenty sencond year . 

Ain’t a party till the trash shows up . 

Earthly

please proceed with your meta license and registration.   Failure to pass vib3 check will result with further spamming .

Art cops : VIB3 check 

A meta journey complete with art cops , energy vampires and bad vibes .

Welcome brothers and sisters , let’s gather in praise  and celebration , this digital moment .   Max occupancy  : 100

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