Shannon Larratt is Zentastic

In relation to the previous post, which makes me so angry, let me perhaps illegally quote the entirety of Bob Dylan’s Masters of War, which I feel I can say with certainty very closely mirrors what I was saying there, minus the science fiction overtones which pervade my thinking. And of course you’re doing yourself a favor if you go find the song on YouTube (or whatever) and refresh your memory and get kicked in the gut if my link gets yanked.

Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks. You that never done nothin’ But build to destroy You play with my world Like it’s your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly. Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain. You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion’ As young people’s blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud.

You’ve thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain’t worth the blood That runs in your veins. How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I’m young You might say I’m unlearned But there’s one thing I know Though I’m younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do. Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul. And I hope that you die And your death’ll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I’ll watch while you’re lowered Down to your deathbed And I’ll stand over your grave ‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.

After I get Nefarious at school I’ve got to head up shopping and pick her up an SD card for a free camera I got the other day that’s become hers (nothing exciting, a nice 12MP Kodak EasyShare that came with my new printer, one of those new cheap multi-use HP inkjets that comes with that awesome wifi control panel that’s kind of a mini-iPad). While I’m there I’m going to pick up some… well, some something because I want to do one of those “object portraits” made of stuff mostly for fun.

I know I criticized the last few years of my artistic life for just doing trite meaningless crap, but it will be nice to take a break and do something light and enjoyable.

Other than that I’ve been working on upping my skull soap stock and I’m pretty pleased with how these molds turned out. I still have to make a cast of the latest skull candle design and post that as well, I’m just not sure if I have enough wax here right now. Those of you who I owe ModCon books to I’m going to put in some of these as thank you gifts and apologies for being a bit tardy with shipment on the second batch. This is caffenated soap by the way, which I’m told is good for your skin and wakes you up in the morning. Dunno if that’s bullshit or not.

I have a couple other secrets to blather but I will save those for another time when they’ve grown a bit more. So yeah, I’m outta here.

PS. Her dad had sensible advice.