Free Mutant Taco bumper stickers

Dec 12, 2010

Don’t spend money on things.  That’s for rich people.  Mutant Taco Pride 2011 stickers don’t cost jack.  Zip.  Nada.  NO DINERO, BITCH.  They just rock.

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Spread a little taco all over the walls of the world.  Mutant Taco stickers add ballsacks of awesome wherever you stick them.  They stick great on public property, or car windows of people you don’t know, and all the pathetic pressboard furniture you’ve ever bought in your disgusting life.

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People you don’t know will want to fist-bump you.  Law enforcement officials will treat you with respect.  Your parents still won’t understand, which is pretty awesome.

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Hot chicks love it, and if you’re a hot chick, you’ll want to rub your glittery, oily, totally curvaceous body all over our special GirlTaco stickers, the sexiest, hottest stickers you’ve ever peeled off and stuck to stuff.  Special bonus sticker for riding the buffalo bull!

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And show your Mutant Pride 2011 by supporting Proposition 28 this election.  Keep the breeders contained, and keep the mutants rocking and bitchin’ in the kitchen!  It’s my birthright, bitch!

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Multi-disciplinary Japanese artist KKK()ANAL took a break from this remote-controlled DJ ANAL(og) world tour to contribute a special edition, megabitchin’ design, available in select markets:

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For more pre-printed, maximum adhesive stickers, visit your local Mutant Taco!  Locations vary.

 

Xmas Vision

Dec 12, 2010

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I never dream but today I had a Christmas vision.

I was trapped in a mall, working as a waitress at a sushi restaurant.  My manager was an evil, lipsticked supercunt wearing a long down ski parka.   She commanded me to obey several orders and take several tables of increasingly large parties.  I gamely started on my tasks, but, I wasn’t dressed properly.  The manager disappeared, and I realized I had no idea what my sections were.  Running form table to table, I couldn’t get the accumulating, sour and stupid looking mall shoppers waters in time.  Incomplete parties were being seated and my shoe, a cheap flip-flop, fell off and broke.  Now what?

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I could see my mom huddled at the door of the mall.  My little siblings too.  They looked annoyed to be there, but my mom was eagerly trying to hand me something.  Some shoes.  Thanks, mom.  They were completely wrong.  I took them anyway and put them on.  Better than the flip-flops.  Running to the kitchen, the sole busted out of the bottom.  I couldn’t wait tables like this. My manager was missing.  I had to run to my car and get new sneakers.

I ran out to my car to find a new shoe– any kind of shoe.  In my car I found a pair of Nikes.  I threw them on.  One of the Nikes was tattered, since I’ve never paid for a pair of Nikes in my life, just gotten them for free and worn them until they were destroyed.

I ran back into the mall, through a department store that was vacant yet white and light and clean.  I was completely lost, though, running wildly to get back to my tables.  I made it out of the abstract department store.  Back in the mall I found a Nike strap on.  I strapped in over my other Nikes.

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Now I was awkwardly running around over a double pair of shoes, frantic to get back to my food court to wait tables.  I could only image how many dour faces had accumulated, angry about my horrible service.  My manager was going to have a fit.   She was aggressively cruel.  There would be no explaining that I was only trying to get my appropriate work gear.

Still lost, confused, blank faces looked at me from every white, bright store.  The architecture was jagged, angular, and futuristic.  I could not find the food court.  I was worried.  My manager would be so pissed.  Everything was peppermint shaded, white and red and silver.  Long, impossibly tilted escalators faded down to nowhere, huge candy canes loomed over zombified shoppers.  Everyone was wearing pink and white with yellow faces.

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I realized I didn’t have an apron. I was getting more and more lost in the mall.  Up and down peppermint escalators, blank faces leering at me, white down parkas.

It was a maze I couldn’t escape.  Every corner brought a new, plastic, mall environment I didn’t recognize. I didn t know where the food court was, where I could find the horde of angry hungry customers ready to devour sushi and abuse me verbally for being late and making them wait.  The anger.  I couldn’t handle the apprehensiveness.

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Then a breakthrough.  I didn’t need this stupid job.  I didn’t need that domineering manager’s bullshit.  I relaxed and walked through a store filled with white down parkas and accommodating sales people.  I would make it to my car on my own time.  My manager could go ballistic on her own.  I didn’t need this.  Any of it.  So I walked thru unscathed.  And immediately woke up, 7am, Christmas morning.

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All images taken at Gallery Tesseract ©suzymae

My Serious Poemtry

Dec 12, 2010

Please enjoy an excerpt from the Serious Poetry Chapbook published by myself and Chapa Cikala in the Goode Yeare of Oure Lourde Two Thoufand and Zero Four…

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