1999 Art show at McComber Gallery

    I made it to Eagle Crest Drive and found an ozone layer of Green slime beneath my boots. The green snow crunched and I heard the globe critters floating in the air. This was the end. There were Green Bunnies hopping all around and I knew I had to climb the ladder. The purple Cyborgs were running after me fast.No one knew my name. Some called me "Little Billy" and some called me "Silly Town" but no one really knew my name. I felt I was sinking into Satisfyer Culture. Everyone's reality is on the same Grid in some Giant Robot Master's Super Computer. There has to be a way out before the critters convert all my currency into zeros all over again. Little Billy has no idea what all the little cyborgs are talking about because he smashed the headset in his brain. He needs to be free. He doesn't want to satisfy. He needs to be free.
    Sme people make it to Eagle Cove but are never able to make it to Freedom Radio Brain Cove. The Brain Radios will control us if we keep listening to them. Just walk up the little steps when they tell you the directions, but when you finally make it up the lime stairs or are teleported  to the Island, you have to know when to smash the Brain Computer Transistors or you will be drowned out by their noise for 9 eternities. This is not good.
     We are on an island of green slime and the sound of breaking glass matches the Critters drinking the lime ocean as it rises. This also is not good. We have to stop this. One day it will all make sense but take my word on this; We don't want to live on one computer Island. We need to create a space for Brains to mutate. Without Brain Mutations no one will ever be truly free. Especially your cousin, Billy. He is very sad and does not want to live in a co opted reality. He wants his own reality even if it is just one critter jumping up and down and multiplying forever in outer space. It's far better than the alternative: A co opted reality.
     Consider the story of The Littlest Abobo. He did really well at school but when he wanted to break out of his Mother's womb all the Big Abobos said no. He did it any way and now he's a Millionaire Water Crester selling Water to Surfers on Abobo island. He did really well and I think that he proved to all of us that breaking out of your Mother's womb is not only fashionable for Little Abobo's. It's a cool thing for all of us to do.
      I want you to understand one thing. Never wear my socks if you want to kick me and spray me with a Super Soaker 50 at Skate Land Water Slide. This will get you banned and an Army of Little Abobos will sell you to Silly Giraffes on Abobo Island for pennies on the dollar.
      No one knew that Water Crester was a Mad Man. No one knew he was crazy. He gave me 700 dollars and ran off into the night. He brought my painting to the Glowing Green Abobo at midnight.The bunnies hopped two by two in time and all the littlest Abobos fought for Baby Food on top of the Albany Public Super Market. I rang the bell and I got the cookie but then they took it from me and made the Littlest Abobos fight for it on top of Albany Public. Critter Maniac flew overhead and rocketed into the snowy forest like a purple missile. His colors were red and yellow as he changed to pink and green, fluorescent like a maniac in the night. We watched the Abobos fight like Bozo The Clowns exploding in Chernobyl. This was the ultimate battle but all I wanted to do was escape reality forever and go into the Neon Zero Zone where existence is everything and reality is nothing. Then I can create my own realities like an Infinite Universe Maniac! But the Littlest Abobos keep fighting! They are preventing me from getting into the portal! The Littlest Abobos are agents of reality and they are trying to stop me from making it to the Neon Zero Zone! No! Daddy! No! Teddy! Teddy! No! No! No! No! No! I have to break through the portal but the Littlest Abobos are trying to stop me with their never ending battle on the icy roof Top of the Albany Public Super Market in 1981. I race into the Albany Public Super Market past the Armed Cyber Guards and leap like a languished lemur toward the cookie Bell! One ring and the cookies must be given to the Littlest Abobos or at least me, the languishing lemur ringer! The Cyborgs zap me with neon Maniac fluorescent madness in mid air as my hand reaches for the bell. I fall flat on the checkered Albany Public Super Market floor. I look up and it's me, but not the me I know. It's me as the Littlest Abobo. He grabs all the cookies and laughs at me while eating them. I cry as the crumbs fall into my mouth and I start involuntarily chewing. He morphs into me and I become The Littlest Abobo as I am instantly transported to the Littlest Abobo Championship roof top that is Albany Public. Is this really me?
     I feel a steel fisted glowing Purple Little Abobo Buddy kick me in the face with his fist. It isn't good. Can this really be me? Where is the other me? I see myself running down there but it isn't the me me. There's no way it can be. He is laughing at me. But he helps me move my steps, so i make him run back into the Albany Public Super Market. Who is who? I don't know anymore. Please ring the bell. He wants this reality. But I can make him ring the cookie bell. He is me. He makes me run into a face kick and laughs. He wants no part of cookies. This isn't good. These Littlest Abobos are mean. Are they really me?

Words and images by Charlie McComber
Copyright Charlie McComber 2013
   

Sluts In Paradise

    I am washed away down a lime green cybernetic river. All the little arbitrators float down the canal into the sewer where we will all wait to be cleansed of our wills. I wait for fate as it closes in. The arbitrators laugh and tell us all the correct terms to use for everything. I watch the sun set. Those in the camera chambers are untouchable now. I didn't want to say the wrong thing or do any thing. Everything is on camera now. The people on the treadmills are called "Energy Philanthropists" and power the cities now and the people in the towers feed on their energy. My friends told me to give up Psychic Energy Transmissions Training and become an "Energy Philanthropist" on a green treadmill. I didn't listen. I felt a cold cybernetic hand on my back last night.

 Words and images copyright Charlie McComber 2013