Gibbon offers you the open goal

'Of the various forms of government which have prevailed in the world, an hereditary monarchy seems to present the fairest scope for ridicule'

The Committee of Opportunist Jokers suggest you go ahead and score

Three animated shorts by Alexandre Fatta

Rebus

Edible sharp melody amalgamation secret and open
armory starred crystallized saints inside
antiques machete fossil hypnos colossal weapons
mountains growing mourning
the antithesis freezing endorphin
EDIBLE!

Aniano, Merl, Patrick, Paul, Wendy
5 April 2011

Edible Mayans

Aniano, Merl, Patrick, Paul, Wendy
5 April 2011

Birthday

There are moments in life when man with his louse-ridden hair casts wild staring looks at the green membranes of space; for he believes he hears, somewhere ahead, the ironic hoots of a phantom. He staggers and bows his head; what he has heard is the voice of conscience. Then with the speed of a madman he rushes out of the house, takes the first direction his wild state suggests and bounds over the rough plains of the countryside. But the yellow phantom never loses sight of him, pursuing him with equal speed. Sometimes on stormy nights, while legions of winged octopi, which look like ravens at a distance, hover above the clouds, moving ponderously towards the cities of men, their mission to warn them to change their conduct; on such nights the dark-eyed pebble sees the beings pass by, lit up by the flashes of lightning, one after another; and wiping a furtive tear of compassion which flows from its frozen eye, it shouts out: 'Yes, he certainly deserves it; it is only justice being done.' Having said that he reassumes his grim attitude and continues to watch, trembling nervously, the manhunt, and the big lips of the shadowy vagina from which immense dark spermatozoids flow unceasingly like a river and then soar up into the lugubrious ether, hiding all nature with the vast span of her bat's wings, including the solitary legions of octopi, now gloomy at the sight of these dumb inexpressible fulgurations. But all the time the steeplechase between these two tireless runners is going on, and the phantom hurls torrents of fire from his mouth ...

Isidore Ducasse, Comte de Lautréamont
Born 4 April 1846