I haven't really delved into the ethos of the bifkinpie as yet, some have asked me "What the fuck...?" and I thought I could address it in this metaphoric manner. Currently I'm stuck in the paranoia of pretense, though I have never purchased a beret with intent, but by elaborating, I'm pretty much tipping the balance in sending me down an endless hole of selfimportance - I'll keep it brief.
My ethos is largely Utopian and was founded when I realised emotional eating isn't really the way to handle the bad guys. Have you ever sobbed uncontrollably whilst eating cake off your fingers and the floor? As a sensory Sorceress I get off on touching stuff, hearing stuff, smelling stuff (even stinky stuff), seeing, you know, I'm an all 5 senses WHORE. Some people wouldn't go "Mmmmm" when being allowed to touch a strangers velvet jacket. Yes, I have asked to touch random peoples velvet in the street. Yes, they usually let me. They love it.
This is one of my best pies. I found this book some time back on a Chazza Shop Stomp, and have used it on many occasions when someone might need cheering up, in performance, in private, it's a universal prop. However, I wanted to document this for myself as I am handing over the book to my niece Isobel for her 8th birthday. We share the same birthday, the same silliness, and a love of all things animal. She likes spiders - she rules. I know this will always be a good one for her to look at and realise that life isn't too bad, it's just a bit stupid sometimes.
Even lo-fi, these pics ought to make you feel something.
Happy birthday to all the May Kids. The book of 'Persian Cats' by Edward E. Esarde
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| Behold. |
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| My Favourite. Is it a bat is it a monkey? Shapeshifter. |
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| Beauty in the face of death. Noose symbolism. |
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| I may have been molested by a taxidermist |
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Bowie Cat for the Dads
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Bloody love you and your cats. This book is a thing of beauty.
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