Sunday, February 24, 2008

ANOTHER GROUP PORTRAIT

SLAG is an organic children's bagatelle game that is surprisingly warm to the touch, and never stops moving. You tilt a board in order to drop different sized and shaped ball bearings into the appropriately-shaped holes. When all the holes are filled you will be left with an assortment of viciously heavy ball bearings of random sizes and shapes rolling around your tidy little board in an uncontrolled manner.

SLAG has uncountable long tentacles, many heads, and alarmingly knobbly skin. For that reason we keep feeding it with the same food that we eat, hoping that in our common effort the struggle will bring us the much desired liberation from the market economy. Its inhuman erection will not be confined. Slamming its hips back and forth with a monstrous quality, exposed in the middle of the woods, SLAG howls its climax to the moon, its panting breaths ghosting over a snow-white back.

Set apart from others by nature and choice, this team of Surrealism's mightiest loners have embarked on a string of strange adventures rarely equalled — joined by some of the most off-kilter heroes of their time. They do not believe in the system and do not like convectional pet food.

Sorcery! Super-science! The war of the super-heroes! This is SLAG.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

self-praise

Pearl Handel said...

Damned right. We're cool as fuck and we know it.

martin marriott said...

Self-praise is the beginning of all wisdom.

steve davies said...

They're utterly bastard groovy!

Anonymous said...

Completely admissible, and legitimated by a great sense of humor.

Anonymous said...

self-praise is not bad or good, is...boring. And very near from the web-fashion off show sexual intimacy, miserys or whatever personal. Don´t sting to the quick my licantropics friends.

Merl Fluin said...

I just burnt my toast. Anyone fancy a shag?

Anonymous said...

No Sense of Life says, cowardly, that he is a bored. Well, this also serves the Black Humor in Surrealism: for get furious to the people - serious, serious, serious. And amuse to the children - small, small, small
(Charles Cros)

martin marriott said...

Has anyone considered the fact that it's simply calm self-knowledge?

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I can help you with that burning problem. I have a big pop-up toaster. But you already knew that.