Mind Dots and the Li'l Ol' Man

These dots are a physical manifestation of this little old man's thoughts. Here they have arranged themselves in a neat rectangular pattern. They are mobile, always positioning themselves where he can't see them. We can see them, however, as this photograph makes clear.

Sanitation Dept. of the Collective Unconscious

you ain't no punk, you punk.
you wanna talk about the real junk?
if i ever slip, i'll be banned
'cause i'm your garbageman.
well you can't dig me you can't dig nothin'.
do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'?
do you understand?
i'm your garbageman.
yeah, somethin' from the garage and down the driveway.
now get outta your mind and get outta my way.
now do you understand?
do you understand?
louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why?
you gotta beat it with a stick.
you gotta beat it 'til it's thick.
you gotta live until you're dead.
you gotta rock 'til you see red.
now do you understand?
do you understand?
i'm a garbageman.
aw, jump on and ride...
yeah it's just what you need when you're down in the dumps.
one half hillbilly and one half punk.
big long legs and one big mouth.
the hottest thing from the north to come out of the south.
do you understand?
do you understand?
woo, i can't lose with the stuff i use,
and you don't choose no substitutes.
so stick out your can 'cause i'm your garbageman.
louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why?
you gotta beat it with a stick.
you gotta beat it 'til it's thick.
you gotta live until you're dead.
you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand?
do you understand? do you understand?

all right, hop off.

From a Moving Train

In homage to the great box car artists, this form created in less than five seconds. Art like this has more in common with lightning than with traditional portraiture.

Pulled Apart by Magnets

Despite warnings, this man proceeded to gun his motorcycle through the image frame. This reaction was recorded by vacuummmagnetic photography at a rate of 6700 rs per second.

Action in Progress

STOP.

STOP. There is nothing beyond or on top of this point.

But I told you not to.

Encounter!

There's something in the eye of that rambler.