Yo Almost Naked Bunnies!
I’m having a little show of new drawings in a real art gallery and everything. Fancy-shmantzy. But FREE! Music, booze, little bits of used food (it’s the CHEESE), you know what I’m tawkin about! The art is all skeletons, all the time. Bush administration thugs doin’ their dance of death. Buns, here’s your chance to catch Dubya and Condi in the act: doing a bone rattling Tango (she’s leading).
Let’s party! Bring your crewest! (Everybody) Even the Debster’s excited. She’s out lookin’ for a giant skull piñata this very minute. Already got her Louisville Slugger.
Please join us on Thursday, October 26th, 2006, from 7 to 10PM for the opening celebration of Apocalypso Facto at Track 16 Gallery, Bergamot Station, 2525 Michigan Avenue, C1 in Santa Monica.

YO Mah Bunnies,
Been too long (as usual), but we finally got the Dalai Lama in the house. HELLO DOLLY!
Very limited edition full-color silk screen prints—25 only. Our fearless Lama’s got his glitter on—glowing all golden and that robe and saffron scarf thing are positively humming in harmony.
He’s still WAITING for us to get hip...ahrum-ah...we’re doin our best (ain’t dat right, Ralfie Schmerberg?* )...The Hip Gand (kudos to Lord Buckley) is next, tho he was already WATCHING us (along with Dalai and MLKjr—got to represent!) at a lil chatfest thang in East Berlin called “Table of Free Voices”, produced by www.droppingknowledge.org. The Debster and the very old man did short time with over 100 participants from all over the world, answering 100 questions (from the same place: everywhere) in one verrrry looong day at the Bebelplatz, where Hitler burned books. Seriously. Check out the Sept. 9th mob scene on their website: www.droppingknowledge.org, all archived, sound and pix—you can scoot around the big circular table and see anybody answering anything. Well, I didn’t get to, “If you could be a tree, what tree would you be?” Kinda flaked on that stumper, but I grew up in NYC. Know what I’m sayin? Ask me my favorite ethnic sandwich and I got somethin fo ya, aight? (A tip for the most adventurous big city sandwich scarfers out there from my best friend, Lenny: “You just can’t get good Mongolian Yak in this country.” Don’t say you weren’t warned.)

Peace-Angst-Action, Robbie