hideandseeksteak

House of Crack Horse isn't dead, he's just sleeping.
this hibernation is the result of Abelard Codmuffin's lengthy visit of relatives on the Dalmatian Coast. we apologise on his behalf for any inconvenience this may cause.

p.s. bears

MONDAY FUNDAY #MISSIONARY

this week, monday funday extends to the whole week in which your mission becomes to:

- say at least one comment that could be seen as being racist, sexist, fauvist, illusionist, marxist.

interpretation of this mission is open to your subconscious.
enjoy.
and don't forget, email us your resulting story.
thank yous.

mother mosquito

When bedtime arrives,
and the last candle snuffed,
there is without failure
a mother mosquito
who
in the sudden swap to darkness
lost her only born son.
devistated, she cries
and calls. cries and calls
cries and cries and cries
wails and moans and cries.
searching the highs
wails and cries
searching the lows
wails and cries
she races to me
and takes my hand
'have you seen my son
have you seen him?!'
she wails and cries
and calls and moans
rushes off before any answer
she has lost her mind
her heart
her will
she wails and cries
until she dies.

MISGUIDED POST #1

To me of the Past

Hi, how are you? I'm you, writing from the future about an important matter that will affect you (us) for the rest of your (our) live(s).

This matter can easily be averted with some careful attention on your part.
I have thought long and hard about how this matter might have been avoided. It took me a while to figure it out but as soon as i did my next step was to work out a way to go back in time. This phase taken me (us) many many years but i feel that it has been worth it to avoide the horrible event that lurks in your future. i am glad to have finally found a way to reach you.

I will now carefully tell you the steps you must go through in order to change out fate:
In a few weeks you will be making yourself a cup of coffee. You'll know which day i mean because you will be using a new mug. As soon as you reach for this mug - STOP! Don't make the coffee.

Thank you for making our future a happier one.
Love forever,
Future You.

MONDAY FUNDAY #EGGY

In the House of CrackHorse we really like eggs. You might recall our egg posters....
SO. I accidentally bought chickens.This means that this weeks monday funday was spent building a hen house. Unfortunately by the time i finish writing this there will be no time left to put pictures up for your viewing pleasure (if adolescent chickens don't make you smile, you're a lost cause!)

oohhh sleepy. mmm.

EDIT-

TWO CHICKENS ARE BETTER THAN ONE:

Recipe for Love #2

HOG HEAD CHEESE

1 lg. hog head

1 1/2 tbsp. salt

Dash of red pepper

Dash of black pepper

1 onion

1 c. vinegar

Clean hog head by removing eyes, ears and brains. Saw into 4 pieces. Put in large pot and boil until tender. Remove meat from broth. Pick out bones and cook onion until done in broth. Dip out onion and run meat and onion through food chopper. Mix in peppers, vinegar and salt, put in cheese cloth, hang, let drip overnight. Slice and enjoy. Refrigerate unused portion.

OTHER S (TTERS)

so we have a really nice idea yeah and we need lots of people with good knee bending skills
so who's up for it? email us up yo.

MONDAY FUNDAY #9

Hi there. Here are some glasses that we made...you might have found some...but probably not the ones that are still sitting on my floor (i'm in the simpson desert remember).


AND here: Deluxe Edition printable spectacles. Simply click, print and follow the instructions.

Okay, that's all from me. I have to go catch some tasty lizard snacks for dinner. I really like snacks. Real snacks, not...like...cup-of-soups. That nasty stuff is eaten by the arrogant and obnoxious and dull-witted people who plaster those ugly Jesus posters everywhere. Awful. No wonder they need religion...haven't found real snacks.

Anyhow, glasses are prejudice free and full of unbiased love. No terms and conditions, regulations, laws, hierarchy, blah blahdy blah. Viva La Sleepingbirds. Amun Ra.

a letter from the simpson desert

dear readers,

stranded in cubby house in desert. kind of liking it. made glasses, you might find them, blown over with the red dust. lost my breath...but there isn't any post where i am.

i love you,
eucaluptus.